Due to being monitored, Chen's mother no longer dared to teach Jing Jiaren by hand, so she could only give verbal instructions on the side.

Jing Jiaren has no talent for cooking, she is in a hurry, and she thinks that it is very difficult to do very simple things.

She herself has no confidence in her cooking skills, and she has never eaten what she has made......

She was also apprehensive about what it would taste like.

What if it's so unpalatable that the bastard forced her to eat it all?

Or, he just wanted her to make it herself and eat it herself to punish her?!

"Miss Table, what are you doing, the noodles can be scooped up and drained."

Jing Jiaren picked up the chopsticks to scoop up the noodles, the hot water vapor sprayed from the pot, and her hand shrank back.

"Don't use chopsticks, isn't there a vegetable basket in the sink?"

Jing Jiaren picked up the pot and poured it over.

Chen's mother reminded: "You should check the basket to see if it needs to be cleaned. ”

With such a hassle, how dirty can the basket for washing vegetables be?

Jing Jiaren didn't care, but found that there were a lot of leftovers left in the vegetable basket, which should have been left after washing the dishes......

Several attendants watched the whole process and were simply speechless.

If you don't pass the cooking skills as a "surrogate", the primary selection should be eliminated.

At first, Jing Jiaren said no, they thought she was talking angry, but now looking at her operation ability, she is a pure novice!

Are you sure that the things she makes can be eaten by the young master?

Jing Jiaren zuihou sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions and breathed a sigh of relief.

Under Chen's mother's instructions, this bowl of noodles is not a failure.

The appearance is average, and the taste is average, but that's enough! The first bowl of noodles she made turned out to be for that bastard!

Very unwillingly, how many times did she lose it in his hands?

The first intimacy, the first kiss, the first bath, the first slap, the first ......

Before you know it, there have been so many firsts that have been given to this man!

I'm afraid that no matter how hard she tries in the future, he will also become a shadow in her heart, which can't be erased!

"It's okay, bring this to your young master to eat." She gritted her teeth.

"It would be more sincere for Miss Jing to serve it herself."

Jing Jiaren: "......"

After the front yard of the Jing family was swept by helicopter, there were debris and debris everywhere, and servants were cleaning it up.

There is no doubt that Ximen Longting is a huge disaster for the Jing family, and every time he appears, there is no good thing.

When Jing Jiaren passed through the corridor, she looked at the destroyed place outside, not to mention Jing Huatian, even her heart ached when she looked at it-

This is where she grew up and all her childhood memories are here. There was a tree that she planted with her own hands, a house made of wooden planks on the big tree that her father had made with his own hands, and the wooden swing......

Now it's all in ruins.

Simon Dragon's Thunder easily shattered her memories.

Skirting the promenade to the backyard, fortunately untouched, wisteria flowers and grapevines intertwined and meandered along the trellises.

The entourage guarded the entrance, and Jing Jiaren went in alone.

Surrounded by flowers, sunlight sifting through the gaps in the leaves, and specks of light shining in the space.

The tall figure sat on a bamboo chair, seemingly asleep.

A gust of wind blew, and he melted into the spots of light, as if the whole thing was shining.

【Beauty......】

In a trance, Jing Jiaren seemed to see another man sitting on the bamboo chair, and her steps couldn't help but freeze.