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

Chapter 33
Ren Jiaojiao asked him, "Are you sure it was sent from my house? Did the notification go wrong? I am the owner of No.18, unit No.19, No.[-]."

"That's right, it's your home."

After confirming again and again, Ren Jiaojiao hung up the phone, feeling a little dazed.

Ren Yang didn't know about her moving to Washington, and it couldn't be Ren Yang, he was still in the hospital.

It's even more impossible for her father. After having a stepmother, her father will become a stepfather. After driving her and Ren Yang out, he didn't care about their life or death.

Who is that?

Seeing her dazed look after hanging up the phone, Xiang Jing couldn't help telling her, "I asked my family to send it over."

Xiang Jing read her profile and knew that her father hadn't contacted her since he remarried.

I didn't feel much when I read the information, but now I can't bear to see her in a trance.

"I'll go down and get it, you can rest for a while."

When Xiang Jing went downstairs to pick up things, Ren Jiaojiao took out the potatoes, washed them, and began to peel the potatoes.

Cut the peeled potatoes into slices, wash and tear the mushrooms, cut the purple eggplant from the middle, stuff it with mashed garlic and hot sauce, and finally spread the adjusted sauce evenly on the vegetables in the baking tray.

The threaded mutton skewers are hung directly above the oven, and the baking tray is placed at the bottom of the oven.

In this way, when the mutton kebabs are roasted, the mutton oil will drip on the dishes along the kebabs, and the taste is even more unique.

When the grill was ready, she began to adjust the dipping sauce.

Cut the remaining unsliced ​​potatoes into thin shreds to make a refreshing mashed potato shreds.

When Xiang Jing came back with his things, he rang the doorbell.

Ren Jiaojiao dried her hands and walked out to open the door.

He has things in both hands.

"So much, is it heavy?"

"Shen, take it for me."

Xiang Jing didn't expect the old housekeeper to prepare so many things.

Ren Jiaojiao knew that Xiang Jing's family was in good condition, so she didn't ask any further questions, and helped carry the things to the kitchen and put them in the refrigerator.

After tidying up, seeing that it was full of dismantled black-bone chickens and old hens, as well as a lot of beef and mutton, Ren Jiaojiao felt that a double-door refrigerator was not enough, should I buy another small freezer?

"There are too many. We don't need to buy meat until autumn."

She closed the refrigerator door and turned to him.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Jing was mixing potato shreds with chopsticks.

"Don't rush to eat, there are lamb skewers in the oven."

Ren Jiaojiao saw that he had picked up several chopsticks, fearing that he would be full before the meal, so she quickly reminded him.

"Is this easy to make?"

Xiang Jing put down his chopsticks and asked her.

"It's easy to do, what's the matter?"

"Can you help me make porridge tomorrow morning?"

Ren Jiaojiao was a little amused, "The ghost ginger is almost pickled, you can eat it when you drink porridge tomorrow morning."

Xiang Jing doesn't know what ghost ginger is, but it should be the strange-shaped thing she saw bargaining for when I went to the morning market.

The question is, that thing is so ugly, can it be eaten?

He responded perfunctorily.

If it tastes bad, he won't eat it.

"Aren't you cooking soup today?"

He saw that Ren Jiaojiao had no chicken left in the kitchen.

"It's too late today, let's finish eating quickly, I have to go to the store."

Xiang Jing had no intention of interfering with her private life, seeing that her expression had eased a lot, he didn't stop her.

When the smell of lamb kebabs and grilled vegetables in the oven came out, Xiang Jing, who was watching the news in the living room, put down the remote control and walked to the kitchen, "Can you eat?"

"Ten minutes left."

Ren Jiaojiao didn't cook at night, so she cooked millet porridge with red dates in it.

The millet porridge was cooked, and she was not in a hurry to take it out. She opened the rice cooker and left it for a while, and when a thick layer of rice soup had condensed on it, she divided the rice soup and millet porridge into two bowls.

Xiang Jing sat at the dining table, arranged the spoons and chopsticks, and then sat and waited.

When Ren Jiaojiao brought out the porridge, she felt amused seeing him seriously waiting for the meal.

Probably the young master of a rich family will be praised if he can hold a chopsticks or spoon, right?

Thinking of this, she praised him, "The chopsticks and spoons are well placed."

This careless compliment really put Xiang Jing in a good mood.

The corners of his lips raised, and he looked at the oven, "It's ringing."

Ren Jiaojiao also heard the oven beeping at a certain time, and said to wait.

Just take the oven mitts and go to the baking tray.

When Ren Jiaojiao put the baking tray and mutton skewers on the dining table, Xiang Jing suddenly felt that getting married is actually quite good.

It's much more comfortable to have a wife who doesn't quarrel or make noise than a big family eating with eccentricities.

Ren Jiaojiao put the things away and let Xiang Jing eat first. She took out the plastic wrap and put it aside, and took ten mutton skewers and put it aside to cool.

"Why don't you eat those?"

Xiang Jing held the garlic eggplant and baked potato slices made by Ren Jiaojiao with his chopsticks, and held the mutton skewers in one hand.

"It was reserved for the AD in our store. I rushed to the hospital in the morning and asked him to look at the store for a day today."

Seeing that it was almost cold, Ren Jiaojiao wrapped the mutton skewers with plastic wrap, put them into a large disposable plastic bag, and stuffed them into the prepared kraft paper bag.

AD goes home and heats it up in the microwave to eat.

Xiang Jing was silent for a while, "Is he a part-time clerk in your store?"

"Well, I've just been here for a few days, and he's quite nice. He's also a student of science and engineering in the same class as Ren Yang."

Ren Jiaojiao smiled and said, "The turnover has doubled in the past few days since he came here. I'm wondering whether to give him a salary or a bonus."

"That's what a clerk should do."

Xiang Jing's tone was a little sour.

Ren Jiaojiao glanced at him.

Xiang Jing also realized that his tone was wrong, and said seriously, "If you don't have some achievements, reward the employees immediately. You must know the art of imperial servants."

Ren Jiaojiao fell silent.

She is only one employee, or part-time.

Did he think she had a hundred or eighty employees?
imperial art,

Now the middle level is not easy to do, and I have to understand this in the last class.

Ren Jiaojiao lighted the wax silently for him in her heart, "I'm just a part-time employee, there's no need for it, treating him better is treating my own shop better."

Xiang Jing disagreed, but didn't say anything more.

After dinner, he said that he would take back his previous statement that he wanted to eat mutton skewers and go to a barbecue restaurant.

It tastes just as good at home.

It seems that Ren Jiaojiao is more talented than restaurant chefs in cooking.

What he didn't know was that it was hard times that made Ren Jiaojiao's cooking skills better.

She and Ren Yang lived a hard life. Before they came to the city, they ate two meals a day when they went to school in the town.

Potatoes and cabbage are eaten a lot, because potatoes and cabbage are the cheapest, so she tries to make the taste better.

Now she has dozens to a hundred ways to cook potatoes alone.

After eating, Ren Jiaojiao wiped the oven, cleaned the baking tray and bowls, washed some fruits and put them on the dining table.

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was almost seven o'clock.

She took her mobile phone and said to Xiang Jing who was peeling the orange jelly, "I'll go to the store first, the washing machine in your room has been installed, and the dirty clothes will be washed separately. If you don't sleep when I come back, I will dry it for you. "

After speaking, she changed her shoes and closed the door.

Xiang Jing broke open the peeled jelly orange and stuffed a piece in his mouth.

Very sweet.

Thinking of last night, when Ren Jiaojiao said that he wouldn't bring orange sour, she couldn't help but smile lightly.

But when he thought of Zhao Jia's behavior yesterday, his face sank again.

(End of this chapter)