After a flash marriage with the wealthy president, he slapped his face so sweet

Chapter 19 Is it delicious?

"Your phone is ringing, answer it?"

Xiang Jing asked her.

"Who hit it?"

"Aunt Zhao."

"No answer!"

Xiang Jing put the phone in his pocket, "Leave the phone with me first, and I'll give it to you when I get home."

Ren Jiaojiao was glad that she rode fast and didn't let Aunt Zhao catch up.

How is it possible for her to intercede for her bald old cousin?

The morning market is not far from the community, and it will arrive in a while.

She put the dishes at the door of the security room, and locked the car next to the security room, "I'll stop here first, come and pick it up later."

The security guard compared her to OK, and she and Xiang Jing walked towards the No. 18 building with vegetables. Along the way, they encountered a few cars coming out, and those cars stopped for a while when they passed the security room.

Ren Jiaojiao vaguely heard the word poor.

His face turned black.

Rich people speak simply and rudely.

Swearing is so straightforward.

After she took a deep breath, she smiled at Xiang Jing, "Don't go tomorrow, you don't like the breakfast at the morning market, I'll go after cooking at home tomorrow morning."

Xiang Jing was noncommittal.

He also heard those two words.

I feel that the quality of the people in this community is not very high. I don't know if the surveillance has captured it.

While talking, he entered the elevator.

After opening the door, Ren Jiaojiao went straight to the kitchen.

Wash the millet, put it in the rice cooker, and add water to boil.

I washed a few more purple potatoes and put them in the steamer to start steaming.

During this period, she took out the pork that was cut into small pieces from the refrigerator yesterday and thawed it in water, and waited to make braised lion's head after dinner and send it to Ren Yang.

He took out three more eggs, stirred the egg liquid, poured it directly into the warm frying pan, and sprinkled a lot of shrimp skins on top of the egg liquid.

Shrimp skin has a salty taste, so there is no need to add salt.

Here, Ren Jiaojiao cooks, while Xiang Jing goes to the bathroom to wash his hands, and after coming out, he goes to the balcony and dials the phone.

"Good morning Mr. Xiang~ How is your happy newlywed life? Did you have breakfast made by your newlywed wife?" Han Yang's whistling voice came from the handset of the mobile phone.

Xiang Jing cut to the chase, "Sued the bald man?"

"The video issued by the company, the old women of the company also gave up, and collectively appealed in the name of the company."

"Ah."

Xiang Jing frowned when he thought of the woman pulling Ren Jiaojiao to whisper, "Find out who owns the property that Ren Jiaojiao rented, and buy it."

"...Understood Mr. Xiang, you really don't want people to live!"

Xiang Jing glanced at the figure who was busy in the kitchen, and said calmly, "That area is the city center, and it's time to start developing it."

"Okay~ Mr. Xiang, what else do you want?"

"Adjust the monitoring of my community between 07:30 and 08:30 in the morning, and check the identity of the owner of the vehicle going out."

Xiang Jing has a temperament of revenge.

Dare to call Ren Jiaojiao poor.

Although Ren Jiaojiao is poor now, she won't be in a year's time!
After hanging up the phone, Xiang Jing turned on the TV and watched international channels.

Ren Jiaojiao had already minced the meat and started to mix the ingredients.

At this time, the purple sweet potato and millet porridge are also cooked.

She uncovered the steamer, put the purple sweet potato on the plate, and filled a bowl of millet porridge.

After bringing the shrimp skin omelette, purple sweet potato and millet porridge to the table, he shouted that the meal was ready, and then ran back to the kitchen to mix the minced meat and water chestnuts vigorously with a blender.

When she started to take out the minced meat into balls the size of a fist and fry it in the oil pan, Xiang Jing had already sat at the dining table and started peeling the purple potatoes.

He turned his head to look at the busy figure, "What else are you doing?"

It smells good.

"Will you eat the braised lion head that I promised Ren Yang to make? I make a lot of it."

There are mixers and meat grinders in the kitchen of the new house, which saves her a lot of effort.

Otherwise, when making lion heads for Ren Yang, they used a kitchen knife to chop the stuffing, and it took more than half an hour to chop.

I have to stir the minced meat with my hands, not to mention how tired I am.

So this time she made more at one time, and planned to freeze the uneatable ones, and then re-oil them with sauce next time and eat them.

"Eat, leave four for me, I'll eat two, and when you give it to Ren Yang, give two to grandpa."

"it is good."

Ren Jiaojiao originally planned to give it to Grandpa Xiang, so she agreed.

When she started pouring the soup, Xiang Jing put down the spoon for drinking millet porridge, stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"I'll take it."

Ren Jiaojiao put the ones to be sent to the hospital into the insulated bucket first, and put the rest on a plate, and Xiang Jing brought them to the dining table.

After finishing her busy work, Ren Jiaojiao saw that it was almost time.

I stuffed a purple potato and two braised lion heads into the insulated lunch box, covered the lunch box and stuffed it into my bag, picked up the two insulated buckets, said goodbye to Xiang Jing, changed my shoes and went out.

She was afraid that if the electric car was left at the door for a long time, the security guard would be complained by the owner again.

Before Xiang Jing could say anything, the door slammed shut.

He looked at the fritters and soy milk that Ren Jiaojiao had bought on the table before he could eat it, and pulled it in front of him.

Is it delicious?

She cooks such delicious food, and also likes to eat, so the taste should be pretty good.

Xiang Jing opened the lid of the disposable plastic box, and the oily marinade on the tofu made him lose his appetite.

It doesn't look very clean.

He has eaten deep-fried dough sticks, and the cook at home has made them.

He has never eaten tofu brain.

After thinking about it, I still picked up the spoon.

It was only when Ren Jiaojiao went downstairs that she realized that she didn't eat fried dough sticks and tofu.

He only remembered to bring braised lion heads to Chu Yan and AD, but he forgot that he didn't bring breakfast.

She turned back and boarded the elevator.

When she opened the door, she stood at the door and saw at a glance that Xiang Jing had eaten most of the tofu nao on the dining table.

Xiang Jing glanced down at the tofu nao in the cheap plastic box, and then at Ren Jiaojiao, "Do you still want to eat this?"

Ren Jiaojiao saw that the fritters hadn't been touched, she pointed to the fritters, "I want that, pass it to me, I won't go in."

When she was about to leave, she said to him, "I'm going to buy a washing machine in the afternoon, did you swipe your card?"

"It's for home use, you can do whatever you want."

When Ren Jiaojiao walked to the door of the security room, the owner was checking the surveillance in the security room, "My courier has no value preservation, it is a new Apple notebook, please help me check it quickly, why do you keep losing things these two days! "

"Why don't you call the police?"

The security guard said this again.

Ren Jiaojiao walked to the door of the security room, said thank you to the security room, stuffed the bag and thermos into the basket, and was about to leave when the owner in the security room stopped her.

"Hey, don't go!"

The woman in the security room was in her early thirties. When she heard Ren Jiaojiao talking at the door, she turned her head and saw her stuffing things into the basket and pushing the electric scooter to leave. She immediately chased her out and grabbed the handlebar. "Don't go!"

Ren Jiaojiao almost fell when she grabbed the handlebars.

She looked at her coldly, "Why stop me?"

The woman said in a bad tone, "What's in your bag?"

(End of this chapter)