Mo Yu turned his head and saw the thermos bucket and meal basket on the cabinet, Nunu said: "I'm hungry." ”

It's suggestive.

Sit back and wait for dinner.

Comrade Song Wuyin rolled his eyes, and secretly frantically complained about a certain pampered Mo Wang Ba.

His hands and feet took out a set of tableware exclusive to Mo Yu from the dining basket very briskly, ready to feed the big boss.

Exquisite silver chopsticks and silver spoons.

Two small bowls, one large and one small, with the same appearance around the magnolia branches.

I also took out a small plate of appetizing and spleen-strengthening pickled radish from the meal basket.

This pickled radish was not made by Song Infinity, but on the way here, I happened to see the "Old Jar" chain store that relied on sauerkraut to build a piece of the kitchen world.

She got out of the car and went to buy it back.

Pour out a small bowl of shredded chicken and japonica rice porridge from the thermos bucket, and the thermal insulation function of the thermos bucket is top-notch.

The shredded chicken and japonica rice porridge was still smoking, and Comrade Song Wuyin poured a little, chopped choy sum on top and stirred well.

Set up a small shelf for eating from the hospital bed, and bring up a small green shredded chicken and japonica rice porridge with a spoon.

Mo Yu raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Oh, just such a little shredded chicken, porridge without meat, how can it appear on his table!

Then pour out a large bowl of winter melon pork rib soup from another insulated bucket.

The pork ribs are stewed extremely soft, and the color is evenly visible to the naked eye, and the soup is milky white.

Pork ribs and refreshing winter melon were piled up on top of each other, piled up in a large bowl, and served on a small shelf along with chopsticks.

A large bowl of winter melon pork rib soup, a small bowl of shredded chicken and japonica rice porridge, and a small plate of delicate and refreshing sour radish.

Neatly arranged.

Satisfied all of Mo Yu's requirements, provoked Mo who had a picky face just now to relax, and his sword eyebrows relaxed.

Looking at the food that was full of food, and thinking of the meal at noon today, Song Wuji snatched food from his hand, and teased: "Do you want to eat a little too, Chef Song?" ”

Of course, Comrade Song Wuyin got the meaningful ridicule, and refused with a pretty face: "The boss eats first, and in the villa, I still keep my share!" You don't have to worry about me. ”

After eating and drinking enough, Song Wuji cleaned up the small shelf, separated the miscellaneous food and tableware such as rib residues, sorted them out, and put them in the dining basket.

Ready to leave, "Boss, since you have eaten enough, I will go back to the villa first, and then get off work." ”

Mo Yu nodded slightly, this time from the allergy coma to waking up, it really wasted a lot of time.

As soon as Song Wuyin left on the front foot, Secretary Qiao, who had finished handling the company's affairs, came on the back foot.

The two also greeted each other warmly at the elevator entrance and parted ways.

Of course, while greeting him, Comrade Song Wuyin did not forget to hand over the invoice for his taxi to the almighty Secretary Qiao.

Why not reimburse the fare that can be reimbursed?

After solving the reimbursement problem, Comrade Song Wuyin hummed a song and went to the villa with satisfaction.

Even if Mo Yu, the eighth king, is not allergic to her sister, this matter still has no change in her status.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

There was a knock on the door, Mo Yu raised his voice and ordered: "Come in, Secretary Qiao." ”

Secretary Qiao pushed the door in, walked to Mo Yu's side, and whispered, "Boss, that group of women has been sent back." ”