"Young master, he is not a picky eater, but his diet is very light, and he doesn't like oil and salt too heavy, so madam, you just do something special. Wang Ma opened the refrigerator, and there were all kinds of vegetables and fruits in it.

Su Qingyou wrapped her apron around and asked, "Mom Wang, Mr. Bo usually gets off work at six o'clock and then eats?"

"No, in fact, the young master rarely eats at home......" Speaking of this, Wang Ma lowered her head and sighed, "He is really busy, it is common to go home at eight or nine o'clock, and sometimes he can work in the study until two or three o'clock." So the young master always forgot to eat, so he also had a slight stomach problem. ”

Saying that, she helped Su Qingyou pick vegetables, "I grew up watching the young master...... It has not been easy for him over the years, but many words are not something I can say, seeing that he is always frowning, whether it is me or Steward Zhao, I feel very uncomfortable. But now it's different. ”

She smiled at Su Qingyou, "Yesterday, I knew that Madame was going to get a certificate with the young master, and we were all happy to die, and after that, there will be someone who can know the cold and warmth of the young master, and we will be relieved." ”

Su Qingyou saw that Wang Ma secretly wiped her tears, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

Although she didn't know what Bo Yuheng had experienced, she couldn't help but say, "Don't worry, Mother Wang, I will take good care of him." ”

"Hmm. Wang Ma laughed again, "Of course I know, I have known since I saw Madame, and since you came, the young master has not always had a straight face." ”

Have it?

Since she met Bo Yuheng, he was always expressionless in her memory.

But after looking at the time, it was almost five o'clock, so she didn't say anything more, lowered her head and started cooking.

The advantage of being disliked by the Su family all the year round is that Su Qingyou supports himself by learning to cook, so his skills are quite good.

She tidied up the ingredients and began to cut a potato, with a very neat knife technique.

"Mother Wang, give me the pork chops. ”

She didn't raise her head, concentrating on the side dishes in front of her.

"Mother Wang, have you picked the cabbage, hand it to me. ”

Putting everything into the pot, Su Qingyou closed the lid and exhaled easily.

"Thank you, Mother Wang. She turned to thank Wang Ma, but saw Bo Yuheng leaning against the cupboard, with his arms crossed, looking at herself intently.

Su Qingyou shook her head, and her body leaned back, so startled that she almost screamed.

Bo Yuheng stretched out his long arms and quickly hooked her waist and pulled her closer to him.

After standing firm, Su Qingyou subconsciously moved away from him.

“…… You're back?" she looked at him, unable to find a word for a moment.

"Hmm. He replied lightly, "Cooking?"

"I made some home-cooked side dishes, I don't know if you like it or not. The kitchen is smoky, so you go out first. ”

He was here, and Su Qingyou always felt that he couldn't calm down.

"Big smoke?" he frowned, turned his head and shouted to Steward Zhao: "Steward Zhao......"

Su Qingyou hurriedly covered his mouth, "What are you doing!"

"Isn't it a big smoke, I'll ask the housekeeper to change it. As he spoke, he shouted again.

"Don't shout, there's no fumes, I'm just ......" Su Qing explained hurriedly, suddenly realizing that his hand was still on his lips.

She wanted to retract her hand, but Bo Yuheng grabbed her wrist.

He lowered his head and leaned closer to her.

"What are you?"

He stared at her for a moment, the bridge of his nose almost touching the tip of her nose.