The rich and the cold play love: the stupid maid

Chapter 87 You want me dead 5
"This..." Seeing that her master had opened her mouth, Wang Ma felt a little uncomfortable refusing.

"Yes, Wang Ma."

An Qianqian nodded over and over again, it was rare that Feng Zhanyi was so reasonable and thoughtful, but after thinking for a while, he realized that the reason why she asked her to help in the kitchen was to prepare delicious food for herself?
Simply a foodie!
Since he was an injured person again, she had no choice but to control her emotions and ask with a smile: "May I ask what young master Feng would like to eat from the young ones? You can learn from the young ones."

After finishing speaking, he deliberately threw a charming smile there.

This action almost made Feng Zhanyi choke on the milk he just drank, he patted his chest with his left hand hastily and said, "You're going to scare me to death, as for the food, what is delicious, do whatever.

"Then what's delicious, sir?" An Qianqian also joked with her.

"casual."

An Qianqian remembers that this sentence is something she likes to say all the time, especially when her father asks what she wants to eat at home, she will answer indifferently: "Anything."

This sentence often caused my father to look at the other members of the family again with a headache, and then said to the cook at home rather helplessly: "You can do it as you see."

An Tianxiong has always hoped that his two daughters will be fed white and fat, but white is white, but neither of them is fat. Ever since An Qi grew up, she would yell at her sister and mother every day: "I can't eat any more. If I eat any more, I will gain weight again."

As for An Qianqian, she has a cat-like stomach. Even though she can eat a bowl of rice every meal, An Tianxiong still feels that she eats very little, but it's no wonder An Qianqian, she inherited her mother's physique , Born not to gain weight.

Withdrawing her thoughts, An Qianqian looked at Feng Zhanyi not far away again. The word "casually" could be said easily, but it was the most difficult to handle, but An Qianqian just thought for a while , and said to Wang Ma:

"Wang Ma, you taught me how to make soup, the kind of nutritious soup that can help the wound heal more."

"Let me think about it," Wang Ma thought for a while, and then said, "Chicken soup is a good choice."

"Okay, no problem, you teach me, I will do as you say."

"It's just that the soup needs to be cooked slowly, and I'm afraid it will take a lot of time."

"It's okay." After An Qianqian finished speaking, she realized that she and Feng Zhanyi had already agreed to go shopping in the afternoon, so she said, "Then tell me how to do it first. I will prepare the materials tonight and do it tomorrow." Not too late."

"Okay." Wang Ma smiled and started to work in the kitchen.

The chef was making lunch at this time, and when they were preparing the ingredients, they also reminded them from time to time. An Qianqian was afraid that she would not remember, so she ran out and took a random note, and carefully wrote it down on the paper.

Seeing that she had almost remembered everything, An Qianqian said, "Okay, I can do it myself tomorrow morning."

"Well, it's just that the black-bone chicken is the best and most nutritious. The black-bone chicken at home has been used up."

"Why don't I go buy it now."

"No need, I'll just go buy it in the afternoon." Wang Ma said with a smile: "Qianqian, we will prepare these ingredients, and you can just cook them tomorrow. Young master must really like to drink the soup you made yourself ..."

(End of this chapter)