"Hey, dumb?"

Nan Shengmiao was rarely quiet for a while, but Mo Jinyi was not used to it.

I always feel that the quiet little fart is planning something, and I don't hold back any good fart.

In the next second, Nan Shengmiao replied, "You're dumb!" ”

What's the matter with this old woman, who doesn't find something to do for a while and panics?

"That's right." Murphy muttered quietly.

This is what she should be, and tranquility is really not suitable for her.

Mo Jinyi had nothing to do, Nan Shengmiao didn't have the leisure to play with her, she quickly ate two steamed buns, drank a bowl of millet porridge and put down her chopsticks.

Wiping her mouth, before Mo Jinyi could speak again, Nan Shengmiao flashed into the kitchen.

At noon, she was going to eat with Mo Jinli, so she didn't eat too much, just pad her stomach.

Seeing Nan Shengmiao sneakily avoiding her, Mo Jinyi was very curious, stuffed the toast in her hand into her mouth, drank a sip of milk, and followed.

"What are you doing? The kitchen is heavy, don't idlers don't know? I want to play and go out and play. Mo Jinyi came to Nan Shengmiao's back.

Nan Shengmiao glanced at her and didn't say anything.

Mo Jinyi pursed her lips, "Why are you staring at me, am I wrong?" ”

I was afraid that the two little ancestors would kill in the kitchen, and the family's food would be guaranteed at noon, so Song Quanliang also followed.

Looking at Mo Jinyi's inquiring posture, and then looking at Nan Shengmiao's posture that he was too lazy to deal with, Song Quanliang wiped his cold sweat.

"Miss Mo, Miss Nan is going to cook herself."

As a last resort, Song Quanliang answered for Nan Shengmiao.

"Just her? Does she know how to turn on the gas stove? Still cooking? Don't brag about it, okay? Mo Jinyi's eyes widened and she pointed at Nan Shengmiao.

It's really because a discerning person knows at a glance that Nan Shengmiao was raised with care and pampering, and her ten fingers don't touch the spring water.

Although there is no blood and blood of the eldest lady, there is the life of the eldest lady.

Otherwise, how could Mo Jinli see it and bring it home?

Hibiscus didn't believe that his brother would be willing to cook for a little kid and be smoked by the kitchen fumes.

That's why she said that.

The purpose is to stimulate Nan Shengmiao to retreat from the difficulty, don't blow up the kitchen, so many people rely on the kitchen to eat.

However, before Mo Jinyi's words fell, she heard a thud in the next second.

The gas was turned on by Nan Shengmiao.

Suddenly, Mo Jinyi felt a hot pain on her face.

was slapped in the face on the spot again, is this the ink house?

Mo Jinyi was a little skeptical about life.

Then, she watched as Nan Shengmiao unhurriedly put all kinds of spices into the pot.

A whole chicken was put in at the end.

The old hen was taken out of the space by Nan Shengmiao, and she prepared it in advance.

Because there was a refrigerator in the kitchen with all kinds of fresh ingredients, both Mo Jinyi and Song Quanliang thought she was taking it from the refrigerator.

And did not arouse suspicion.

The chicken soup needs to be simmered for hours, and Mo Jin can't drink it until noon.

However, it is okay to drink it at night.

Cover the lid of the stew pot, Nan Shengmiao washed a few cucumbers, cut them into sections, and put in the seasoning to mix cold.

Next, she washed a few tomatoes and cut them into cubes, beat a few eggs and stirred.

Heat the oil and stir-fry a tomato egg.

Then, Nan Shengmiao made a braised lion's head and stir-fried broccoli.

It is the height of summer, the sun is blazing the earth, the whole world is like a steamer, and the appetite of ordinary people is not very good.

Suitable for eating light.

Looking at Nan Shengmiao's skillful movements, Mo Jinyi's eyes straightened.

The little kid really does!