Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 362 Picky Eaters

After the phone call, his arm was sore and numb, and he turned around to see Tang Jun leaning on the door frame with his rice bowl, giggling and giggling.

"Seventh brother, isn't the meal delicious?" Han Xiaoxiao was in a good mood and didn't mind Tang Jun's eccentricity.

"No matter how unpalatable the meal is, it is better than eating other people's dog food."

Wang Jing who came out of the small kitchen blushed immediately when she heard what he said. She mistakenly thought that Tang Jun disliked the food she cooked, so she turned around and went into the kitchen again, trying to make something else for Tang Jun as supper.

Han Xiaoxiao served a bowl of lobster porridge by herself, and there was a plate of green pickled cucumbers on the table, which was brought by Wang Jing's grandma. Tang Jun, a foodie with a big mouth, didn't touch pickles at all.

When you are in a good mood, your appetite is good. Han Xiaoxiao picked up a pickled cucumber and served it with delicious lobster porridge. Her crescent eyes narrowed into arcs, "Wang Jing, are you coming to eat?"

Turning around and shouting, Wang Jing's mosquito-like voice came from outside, "Come here."

Han Xiaoxiao looked out the window and asked strangely, "Brother Seven, where is my father?"

Tang Jun picked the prawns in the porridge and pointed outside, "Drinking at the neighbor's house."

what?
Han Xiaoxiao's crescent eyes widened, "Who did my dad drink with?"

"The aunt who sells fried melon seeds doesn't know which nerve is wrong, so she insists on dragging Uncle Big Tooth to his house for dinner."

"Brother Seven, I'm afraid I'm taking you there?" That aunt hates her father, so would she invite him to drink?

Tang Jun hummed, and quickly picked up the porridge in the bowl. Wang Jing came in with a bowl of egg cake. Seeing that Tang Jun was almost finished, she quickly put the bowl in front of him and stood aside awkwardly.

"What are you doing?" Tang Jun looked up at Wang Jing who was blushing.

Wang Jing frantically brushed the broken hair from her ears, "I'm not good at cooking, I'm afraid the porridge won't suit your appetite, you can eat some egg cake."

"Don't eat!" Tang Jun put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, "I am allergic to eggs."

Wang Jing was so embarrassed that she wished she could sneak in and hide.

"Brother Seven, you are going too far. Wang Jing doesn't know that you don't eat eggs."

Xiao Xiaoming complained, it was obvious that Wang Jing was very concerned about Tang Jun's attitude towards her, Young Master Tang was not a master of pity and tenderness, and he didn't pay attention to his words, which naturally made the sensitive and inferior Wang Jing unable to get down.

Tang Jun glanced at Wang Jing, who was like the angry little daughter-in-law, and wondered how her face turned so red. Did he say something wrong?
"You guys eat, I'm done, the porridge is delicious." After speaking, the young master hummed a little song and went out to digest.

"Wang Jing." Xiaoxiao dragged her to sit down, put a bowl of porridge in front of her.

"Don't pay attention to Tang Jun, he is very nervous, sometimes he doesn't care about the seriousness of his words, and he doesn't pay attention to the occasion, but he is not bad at the bottom of his heart."

Wang Jing smiled apologetically, "I know, it's because I'm too sensitive, and it's just superfluous."

"It's because he has no luck to enjoy it. He doesn't even eat eggs. When I change my way to make food with eggs in the future, I'll just starve him for two meals."

With a piece of crispy and refreshing pickled cucumber, Xiaoxiao praised sincerely, "I don't know how to make pickles, pickled cucumbers are really delicious, very appetizing."

Wang Jing was taken aback, and shyly put the pickle plate in front of Xiaoxiao, "You like it, I will pickle more from now on."

"You did it?"

Wang Jing nodded, "You also know the situation in my family. There is such a grandma who can't keep anything. My mother is not very good at cooking, and she is honest, so every time fresh vegetables come out, I secretly pickle a few jars of pickles. The more you do, the better.”

"The bacon you gave me that time was also made by you?"

Wang Jing nodded again in embarrassment, and hugged her like a treasure, "Oh, you said that we should go to Shanghai to open a restaurant, your skills are no worse than Liubiju's."

(End of this chapter)