Qiao Dayong didn't eat it anymore, and looked at his daughter seriously, the Cantonese porridge just now, he thought it was delicious anyway, but his daughter took a bite. Now that he is making porridge, he is very worried about whether his daughter can eat it.

"Delicious, thank you!" Qingqing finally swallowed, revealing a hint of a smile.

"I ate them all, do you like to eat the bread?" Qiao Dayong was so moved that he was about to cry, and said hurriedly.

"Dad, you can eat too, grandpa is still waiting!" Qingqing smiled at her father, lowered her head and slowly drank porridge with pickles.

After eating half of the porridge, she picked up the soft cakes again, slowly ate all the triangle cakes, and then finished the porridge, her stomach suddenly felt warm, making her so comfortable that she wanted to sleep.

"Dad, I'm asleep." Qingqing smiled at her father, and went back to the second door with the big box on her back.

"Well done, how much do you get paid?" Qiao Dayong stopped eating, stood up and patted Yue Wenqin's shoulder vigorously.

Yue Wenqin was beaten crookedly, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "The restaurant is pure profit." ”

"As long as my daughter can eat like today, I'll give you 20%." Qiao Dayong hurriedly said.

"Don't worry, your daughter doesn't want any cuisine, her mouth is really not rich." Yue Wenqin rolled his eyes, turned away from Qiao Dayong a little sideways, and nodded to He, "I'm resting too!" ”

"As long as you eat, don't care if you're rich or not." He didn't want to continue.

"Don't just eat porridge, give her something else." Qiao Dayong hurriedly said.

"Gone!" Yue Wenqin went back to his house, and he couldn't stay any longer.

He smiled: "Uncle, you eat quickly, the porridge is cooked a lot, and these cakes, I will put them for you." ”

Qiao Dayong thought about it and ran to the back to see that the light in his daughter's room had gone out, knowing that she was really asleep, so he returned to move forward with confidence, "It's so good!" I've never seen Qingqing eat like this! ”

"So we still think, you see, white porridge is pickles, what's it worth?" He wants to die, so he eats this with his niece.

"It's done, I'll send some food to the old man." Qiao Dayong won't say anything, white porridge is not easy. This white porridge, although he didn't know how Yue Wenqin cooked it, but pointing to He's, his daughter must not eat it.

The next morning, when Qingqing woke up, she felt very hungry, she was stunned, how long had she not felt this kind of hunger?

After washing, when I came to the outer courtyard, He hurriedly greeted him.

"Xiao Yue made a little ravioli, just waiting for you to get up. When you're done eating, you take him to the restaurant at home, didn't grandpa let you take care of it? He pulled her into the hall, Yue Wenqin was originally reading in the courtyard and basking in the sun, but when he saw her get up, he put down the book and went into the kitchen.

Qingqing looked at the sun and found that she was getting up late.

"Why don't you call me?"

"It's rare that you are willing to sleep, your father said, don't call you, let you sleep a little longer." He Shi gave her a glass of warm water, "Drink some water, Xiao Yue said, drink some water in the morning to clear the stomach." ”

"Where's our restaurant?" Qingqing nodded and drank the warm water, and then asked a second question, asking herself to take Chef Yue to her restaurant. The problem is that she doesn't know where her restaurant is or how to take him.

He Shi was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes, and just as Yue Wenqin came in and gave her a very beautiful lotus bowl, in which were placed a very plainly wrapped southern ravioli, with chopped green onions, sea vegetables, mustard, and small sea rice, and the soup was very clear.

"This bowl is ours?" Qingqing looked down at the beautiful little bowl.

"I bought it yesterday and spent a lot of money, however, Xiao Yue said, the mood of the diner will be different depending on the tableware. Also customized some! He shook his head, "Eat it quickly, see if you like this?" ”

"Pork, pepper." Yue Wenqin said with a straight face.

Qingqing nodded, didn't dare to look at him, nodded honestly: "Thank you!" ”

I took a sip of the soup, which was not hot, but it was not lukewarm either. It's slightly hot, but not hot. With small wontons, the wonton meat is very fresh, the dough has a slight alkaline taste, and the feeling of fresh meat is just right.

"Delicious!" Qingqing smiled after eating a wonton.

"Like?" Ho was pleasantly surprised.

"Well, let An An come back to live, he should like it."

"What he doesn't like to eat, the point is that you like it. You can finish eating! He said cautiously.

"I ......" Qingqing felt as if she couldn't eat anymore, and looked at her second aunt blankly.

"Aunt He, there seems to be something wrong with my room, please help me take a look." Yue Wenqin stopped He.

He Shi hurriedly stood up straight: "You haven't lived in that room, I'll go and take a look." What else would you like to add? I'll call for someone to add it to you. ”

He was so busy going out that he forgot about Qingqing all of a sudden.

Qingqing looked at the wontons that she thought were very delicious just now, and now she can't eat them.

Yue Wenqin walked behind, saw He Shi leave, and turned around, "I put a little vinegar in the soup, can you see the taste?" ”

Qingqing was taken aback, she and Yue Wenqin were really not acquainted, she didn't dare to look up at him for the past two days, Yue Wenqin was different from those who handled the case together. Those people are colleagues, they have to work together, wear evidence collection clothes, she is in a working state, she can overcome it. But this is home, and God knows how long it took her to get used to the family. However, she is most comfortable with An An and her father, and the most distant from the old lady. It was different for Yue Wenqin, because she understood very well that in the short term, Yue Wenqin could not leave Qiao's house.

Ximen Kai does not trust Yue Wenqin, and his father does not trust or distrust, the point is that he is useful.

Qingqing knew that from the day she decided to leave Yue Wenqin behind, she had to learn to adapt to this person, so she didn't hide from Yue Wenqin, but she still didn't dare to look at him.

Everyone went out, Qingqing stared at the wontons, but still picked up the wonton bowl with both hands and took small sips.

And in the hut, He Shi looked at the room, "Xiao Yue, what else do you need?" ”

"Aunt He, when the eldest girl eats in the future, you shouldn't see it, stop staring at her eating, and count how much she eats, so that she has no appetite, not to mention that the eldest girl doesn't like to eat like this."

"Huh?" He didn't expect this person to call himself out, just to prevent himself from staring at Qingqing and eating.

"You said, when you eat, I keep asking you if it's delicious, which one is delicious, why do you eat so few, come, eat more......" Yue Wenqin casually took a teacup on the table to He's, and learned from He's staring at Qingqing, and kept persuading her.

He Shi stared at Yue Wenqin, but when he looked down and thought about it, when he first entered the door, he was afraid that he would be disgusted by Qingqing because his cooking was not delicious, and at that time, he only paid attention to whether Qingqing liked to eat. Who knew that Qingqing didn't like to eat more and more, it really made people sad to death, although she tried hard to put the responsibility on Qiao Dayong, but Qingqing didn't like to eat, it really became her biggest heart disease.