Zhao Yating looked at Mo Yifei and said with a smile: "Yifei, don't worry, I'm joking with you!"

Mo Yifei patted her chest, glanced at her, and said, "Sister Yating, you can't make such a joke, otherwise Zichen will misunderstand, and think I'm a greedy and vain person." ”

The two women were in the kitchen, doing their best to make the man nosebleed, and what they said made people feel a little uneasy.

Zhao Yating looked at Mo Yifei's chest and laughed: "Yifei, aren't you a white rabbit?"

When Mo Yifei heard this, her face immediately turned red, and she said shyly: "Sister Yating, can we not do this?"

Zhao Yating pursed her mouth, shook her head and said, "No! Yifei, I mean, you are in such a good figure, and you are a college student, or a flight attendant, there are a lot of people chasing you, right?"

"Not a lot, indeed. Mo Yifei thought about it and felt that it didn't matter if she came out.

"Among the people chasing you, there must be big talents, handsome guys, rich people, etc., and these excellent social elements will definitely revolve around you. Zhao Yating smiled, "But why did you choose Zichen in the end? If you want me, when you go to Yunnan, Zichen is also a very ordinary person, right?"

Mo Yifei headed: "Zichen was indeed very ordinary at that time, and it was a feeling that I fell in love with him!"

"I remember that when I first got on the plane, this young man was more polite than me, and I had a very good impression of him. Mo Yifei recalled, "Later, there was a bloody corpse on the plane, and Zichen saved me again and again, and just like that, my heart slowly turned to him." ”

"Well, it's really a love story worth talking about. Zhao Yating raised her head and thought about it, "When Zichen comes out, we will discuss with him how about your marriage?"

"Huh?" Mo Yifei seemed to have no defense, and said in surprise, "Sister Yating, what ...... Zichen and I are still in such a hurry?"

"Anyway, I tell you, although there are many people chasing you, there are also many people who like Zichen. Zhao Yating reminded, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, oh yes, you can follow Zichen in the future and call me my master." ”

Mo Yifei was stunned for a moment, and immediately coughed a few times: "Master, will it seem that you are too old to call you like this?"

Zhao Yating smiled and waved her hand: "It doesn't matter, as long as you can be together, I'm not old, it doesn't matter." ”

It seems that Zhao Yating now really treats Zhang Zichen as her own son, but Zhang Zichen has such a good teacher, which is also his blessing.

The white rice porridge was cooked quickly.

Under the busy work of Zhao Yating and Mo Yifei, the two of them called everyone else over for breakfast, and Mo Yifei also specially brought a bowl of glutinous rice porridge to Xu Chengxin, a police officer who stayed in the lobby to detoxify.

In fact, there were not many people at breakfast.

In addition to Zhang Shouqing, only Yuan Xuanqi and He Huimin are left as apprentices.

The three of them sat on a square table, He Huimin lowered her head, swallowed porridge, and stared at Mo Yifei with a pair of eyes.

Mo Yifei lit the fire, and He Huimin's eyes followed the stove.

Mo Yifei brought white rice porridge to the lobby to Xu Chengxin, and He Huimin's eyes kept staring at the kitchen door, not knowing what she was thinking.

When the work was over, Mo Yifei took a bowl of white rice porridge and sat at one of the tables.

Until this time, He Huimin was still drinking porridge while staring at Mo Yifei who was sitting next to him.

"Daochang Yuan, Daochang Zhang, is this white rice porridge delicious?" asked Mo Yifei after sitting down.

"Not bad!"

"Delicious!"

Yuan Xuanqi and Zhang Shouqing sighed in admiration, and continued to use chopsticks to hold the mustard and fried peanuts on the table, and eat them with white rice porridge.

I don't know how fragrant this tastes.

But He Huimin was not happy, she swallowed a large mouthful of white rice porridge, held it in her mouth, and muttered in her heart: "Is it great to know how to cook?"

But at this moment, Mo Yifei shouted to Zhao Yating, who was still cleaning by the stove: "Master, come over and have breakfast first, and I'll help you clean up after eating later!"

Poof――

As soon as He Huimin heard this, a mouthful of white rice porridge in his mouth squirted out.

He Huimin pointed at Zhao Yating and said in surprise: "What is your name Sister Tingting?

Mo Yifei nodded and said, "Yes, Master, Sister Tingting Anyway, Zichen and I are going to get married sooner or later, so let me call her Master." ”

"You ......" He Huimin just wanted to educate Mo Yifei loudly, but was interrupted by Yuan Xuanqi.

"What are you!Min, it's delicious when you eat, you see you spraying Zhang Daochang's face all over his face!" Yuan Xuanqi slapped the table and scolded.

When He Huimin heard this, she hurriedly glanced towards the seat opposite her.

I saw that Zhang Shouqing's face was soaked, and the white rice porridge mixed with mustard sprayed all over his face, and now the white rice grains were still moving down.

Seeing this, He Huimin panicked and quickly apologized: "Daochang Zhang, I'm sorry! No, no, no, Uncle Zhang, Brother Zhang, brother, I really didn't mean to, I'm really sorry." ”

After that, He Huimin hurriedly picked up a black damp cloth from the corner of the table, wrung out the water, and ran over to help Zhang Shouqing wipe his face.

Soon, the mustard and white rice porridge were wiped clean.

Zhang Shouqing took the black wet cloth and began to wipe it himself, and his mouth kept saying: "It's okay, it's okay, it's a matter, Min, don't care, I'll take a shower later, and it'll be fine." But you just called me brother, I love to hear that, how young I am!"

"Hey, hey, thank you, Daochang Zhang. He Huimin said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, it's okay. Zhang Shouqing continued to wipe the dirt remaining on his neck and hair, and finally his brows furrowed, "Min, where did you get this black cloth? Why do I always have a familiar feeling, a feeling that I have seen it somewhere." ”

"Zhang Daochang, this is a damp cloth in the corner of the table, it is clean. He Huimin replied very politely.

"Oh, that's good. Zhang Shouqing held the black cloth and sniffed it, "But how can this black cloth have a bad smell? And it has a slippery feeling? Finally, why does this black cloth have a sweet smell?"

Zhang Shouqing's question had just smelled here, and Zhao Yating, who had been busy on the stove, suddenly walked over, snatched the black cloth from Zhang Shouqing's hand, and scolded: "Zhang Shouqing, why are you okay with this rag for wiping pots and dishes? And this rag fell into the this morning, and it smelled, and I was about to wash it! Okay, you give it to me!"

Zhao Yating left after saying this, leaving Zhang Shouqing stunned.

Damn, this black rag is so familiar to me, it turns out to be a rag for wiping pots and washing dishes!

Damn, how do I have a sweet taste, it turns out to be the taste of, and that is sweet!

Zhang Shouqing cried, and he suddenly said angrily: "Min, I'm not done with you! Don't call me brother now, even if you call me brother today, I'm not done with you!"

But at this time, He Huimin had disappeared.

As early as when He Huimin heard the black rag fall on the, she rushed into her room as fast as she could, and closed the door.

Because of this matter, in the next few days, Zhang Shouqing soaked his head in water every day, but no matter how he washed it, he always felt that his face was full of the smell of.

It's still like that, sweet and sour, nutritious and delicious!

At the end of this chapter, I have a question: what does taste like? Actually, I don't know, whether it's sweet or sour, if you really want to know, when no one is around......

Hey, you know, remember, always when no one is around!