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After that, Le Tong didn't ask anything more, turned around and went into the kitchen familiarly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When he opened the refrigerator and saw that it was full of various ingredients, Le Tong pursed his lips, this President Ji really looks up to her, does he really think that she is a five-star chef and can do anything?

The aunt is very diligent, and Le Tong is busy in the kitchen, so she works on the side, like all the maids, she also seems to like to gossip about the master's family.

"Miss Le, you said that our eldest young master is so rich and handsome, why don't you find a beautiful wife to come back to accompany the young master?"

Le Tong was silent, not to mention that this person was her boss, even if it was someone else, she couldn't comment on anything indiscriminately.

After all, this is someone else's private matter. Although she usually gossips, she is limited to entertaining herself in her head, but she doesn't like to inquire and explore the short trivial matters and rights and wrongs of other people's parents.

In her view, everyone has their own way of life and the right to decide how they want to live, as long as it does not interfere with others, others have no right to make irresponsible comments.

Seeing that Le Tong didn't squeak, the aunt put the peeled potatoes in the basket, and said, "According to me, this kid has such a bad temper, most likely because he doesn't have a mother, how cute he looks on the surface, no one can cure him when he makes trouble." ”

Le Tong still didn't talk, lowered his head to cut the beef, listened quietly to what his aunt said, and then took the initiative to divert the topic and asked, "Auntie, do you have any taboos between Mr. Ji and the little master?" ”

Auntie glanced at her and finally understood that Le Tong didn't like to listen to the gossip she said.

After that, the topic of the two chatting, driven by Le Tong's deliberate drive, was purely around the experience and experience of cooking, and the two never talked about Ji Rong's father and son again.

With the help of his aunt, Le Tong finally got all the six dishes and one soup at 4:50.

"Miss Le, thank you for your hard work, have a cup of tea and eat some snacks before leaving!"

When Le Tong washed her hands and took off her apron and walked out of the kitchen, her aunt handed her a cup of hot tea with an apologetic face, and on the coffee table, there were beautifully arranged snacks and cakes.

"Auntie, you are too polite, this is my job, there is no such thing as hard work or hard work."

Le Tong took the tea and drank two sips, she didn't say this to make her aunt feel better, but what she really thought in her heart.

Cooking for Ji Rong is no different from working at Ji's, but the content and place of work have changed, and there is no difference between her.

Le Tong stood and drank most of the cup of tea, put the cup on the coffee table, bent down and put on the coat and scarf he had just taken off again, "Auntie, I'm leaving, goodbye!" ”

When I turned around and walked out, I couldn't help but glance at the photo of father and son again.

About half an hour after Le Tong left, Ji Rong led Ji Baobao into the door.

"Wow, it smells so good! Daddy, what's the best food for me? ”

As soon as Ji Baobao entered the door, he sniffed like a puppy, smelled the aroma of food, and shook off Ji Rong's hand before he had time to change his shoes, and slipped into the dining room.

“！ …… Daddy, you're so nice! You asked that grandmother to make me fish balls and grilled wings! Soon, Ji Baobao's exaggerated shouts came from the dining room.

Ji Rong was stunned, and remembered for a while that when he went on an outing, the baby kept asking who got the food, and he was annoyed by the question, and casually said that a grandmother helped make it.

Ji Rong listened to his baby son shouting happily, a shallow smile appeared between his heroic eyebrows, and when he turned into the dining room and saw Ji Baobao's appearance, he couldn't help frowning.

Ji Baobao's shoes were thrown on both sides of the dining room, and the owner of the shoes was kneeling on the chair, his upper body lying on the dining table, and he was tearing and gnawing with a roasted wing in his hand.

The corners of his mouth were covered with slimy juice, and he muttered vaguely, "Hmm...... Good ci (eat) ...... Good ci ......"

Ji Rong saw his embarrassed appearance as if he had been hungry for hundreds of years, and he really couldn't cry or laugh.

"Baby, go wash your hands first!" Ji Rong walked over, said angrily, and put his hand under his armpit to pick him up.

At this time, Ji Baobao, who is delicious in his mouth, how can he leave? Raised his head slightly, leaning in Ji Ei's arms, his fan-long eyelashes fluttered and blinked a few times, and a pair of watery eyes looked at Ji Ei like a puppy.

"Daddy...... The baby is so hungry ......", the puppy said while shaking his head and tail restlessly rubbing in Ji Rong's arms, while not forgetting to tear the delicious roast wings, the corners of his lips and chin were oily and dirty by the sauce of the roast wings.

Ji Rong has a slight cleanliness habit, and wanted to harden his heart and pull Ji Baobao, who is full of acting skills, into the bathroom, but in the face of his pitiful little eyes, he couldn't harden his heart, so he really had no choice but to let him go, go to the bathroom by himself, put a basin of warm water in a basin and put it on the table, twisted the towel and spread it out and handed it to Ji Baobao.

"Come, wipe your face clean first."

Ji Baobao was very reluctant to take away the roast wings, hehe laughed twice, and suddenly buried his face in Ji Ei's big palm, his face arched into the wet towel a few times like a marmot, and then raised his little face and "giggled" twice at Ji Ei, "Daddy, wash it up!" ”

Without waiting for Ji Rong to say anything, Ji Baobao had already stuffed the roasted wings back into his mouth.

Ji Rong stared at his baby son's cat-like face, shook his head helplessly, washed the dirty towel, held the back of his head with one hand, and picked up the towel with the other hand to wipe it from his red face to his dirty mouth, Ji Baobao was very cooperative, anyway, he ate him, and Ji Rong wiped Ji Ei's.

Ji Baobao's skin seemed to be very thin, and the place where the towel had wiped it immediately had a red mark, Ji Rong couldn't help but lighten his strength, and his fingertips gently swept over Ji Baobao's face, feeling familiar. Ji Ei's thoughts drifted for a moment, recalling that night when his fingertips swept over Le Tong's skin, roughly, it was also the same feeling as now.

Realizing that he was uncontrollably recalling the events of that night, Ji Rong shook his head fiercely, forcibly suppressed those thoughts that he shouldn't have, and looked down at his son.

"Grandpa Li didn't let someone bake it for you?"

He didn't understand, didn't Le Tong explain the ingredients, ingredients and methods in great detail on the phone that day? Why does this stinky boy say that no matter who makes it, he can't taste it, and he has to eat it made by Le Tong himself, so he eats it so deliciously?

Could it be that Le Tong added something to these foods?

But how is this possible? Le Tong was forcibly brought home that day, and all the things he bought and things at home were bought by himself, even if she really wanted to add something, it was impossible to do it.

After a careful analysis, Ji Rong couldn't help but feel amused by his suspicions.