The group pet Xiaojiaobao is an almighty boss, beautiful and sassy

Chapter 46 It's All Routines
Jiang Qingmo quickly changed the subject, so that he would not send someone to investigate Yuncheng's affairs after he became suspicious.

Although there is no investigation value, it is Yuncheng's privacy after all.

Sheng Yu couldn't see her intentions. He was silent for a moment, then followed the words with a suppressed voice: "Let's talk after dinner."

Back to Clear Water Bay.

After seeing him take out the fresh vegetables that he seemed to have just bought from the trunk, Jiang Qingmo realized that he wasn't going out to eat.

"Are you going to do it now?"

She suddenly remembered the food box in the morning, could it be that he made it himself?
"Eat at home, stay healthy."

Sheng Yu closed the car door, carried the vegetables in one hand, and pulled her towards the elevator very naturally with the other hand.

In the dark underground garage, the smile on the corner of his mouth was extraordinarily bright.

How could the men of their Sheng family not know how to cook.

Back in Room 1801, Sheng Yu put down the car keys, took off his coat, and entered the semi-open kitchen with the dishes.

It made Jiang Qingmo follow curiously, seeing how busy he was in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up, he walked around outside two or three times, neither sitting nor standing.

The Sheng family has a dedicated chef, and when she walks into the restaurant to prepare meals, the meals will be brought to the table in advance by the servants, and she is not as restless as she is now.

The most important thing is that Sheng Yu is earnestly preparing dinner, while she is wandering around like a vagrant.

This feeling... It's as uncomfortable as if everyone was taking the test, but she didn't get the test paper.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Sheng Yu stopped what he was doing, and was about to say no, when he turned around and saw her standing on tiptoes outside the kitchen, looking at him sadly, with "Let me do something" written all over her face.

He put down the knife and thought for a while, then pointed to the potato beside him, "Then help me peel it?"

"it is good!"

Jiang Qingmo responded with a gulp.

Asking her to do something can at least alleviate her sense of guilt, so that she can eat with peace of mind later.

She picked up a potato that was bigger than her fist, peeled it bit by bit, and glanced at Sheng Yu from time to time.

The knife skills are good, and the skills are quite skilled.

Looks like he can really cook.

but--

"Why didn't you know you could cook before? What class did you sign up for? Was it a quick one?"

It is said that he is so busy with work, how can he spare time to learn how to cook?

"Does self-taught count?"

"Teach yourself!"

Jiang Qingmo suddenly felt hit by dimensionality reduction.

It has been two years since she moved out of Sheng's house, and she can only cook porridge. She can cut carrots from strips into cubes, and then into cubes.

For this reason, Luo Jin didn't know how many times she laughed at herself, and while laughing, she sprinkled dog food, saying that his girlfriend's sword skills were worse than hers.

Seeing her cut halfway down, he mistakenly thought that she was tired, so Sheng Yu took the opportunity to move his sleeves down, and after turning off the fire, he put his arms in front of her.

"The sleeves are down, roll them up for me."

Smelling the aroma from the pot, Jiang Qingmo hurriedly put down the pitted potatoes in his hand and rolled up his sleeves.

The moment she obediently approached him, Sheng Yu's heart beat violently several times, and his lips were pursed dryly.

Thinking of the scenes I saw peeping outside the kitchen when I was a child, I suddenly understood the little tricks my father played on my mother.

It's all just trying to get the attention of the people in front of you.

Before Jiang Qingmo could roll up his sleeves for him and look up, Sheng Yu hurriedly came back to his senses, put the sweet and sour pork ribs with the soup on a plate, took out the oven gloves and handed them to her.

"Take it to the restaurant, and you can eat two more dishes."

Jiang Qingmo took the plate in response, his eyes brightened. Compared with last night, the person who was full of indifference seemed to be a different person when facing the food.

Nodding his head, he carefully took the plate and left.

After she left, Sheng Yu picked up the potato that she had just peeled, which was no bigger than a palm, and couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

(End of this chapter)