The divorce system is broken

Chapter 22
"Master Zhu, where is your rice?"

"Master Zhu, where is your pot?"

"Master Zhu, where is your salt?"

Chu Xiaoxiao didn't know how many times she ran out of the kitchen in Zhuchenzi's apartment to ask questions.

Since yesterday, she has become his family's nanny. Only in this way can she stay, because his family happened to have no nanny and did not live with the family, so she temporarily became a free nanny.

However, Chu Xiaoxiao, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, was taken care of by his aunt and nanny when he was a child, and Yang Qi took care of him after graduation. He never did any housework, nor could he know how to do it.

"It's annoying you, didn't I tell you to put the salt next to the oil?" Zhu Chenzi finally couldn't bear it anymore and was about to explode.

Chu Xiaoxiao pouted aggrievedly, and muttered in a low voice: "I'm asking for advice humbly, why are you so fierce!"

"What did you say?" He looked up while playing with the computer.

She looked at the notebook and suddenly lost her voice. Isn't this the one she broke, and it can still be repaired after two halves, which is amazing.

He continued to stare at her angrily.

"I mean, there are two small boxes next to the oil, both of which are filled with white powder. How do I know which is table salt?"

"Taste if you don't know." He was depressed, it is really rare for people who can't tell the difference between salt and starch.

"Oh." She nodded dully, turned and went into the kitchen.

He hurriedly got up and followed, only to see that she really picked up some salt with a spoon and sent it to her mouth.

"Ahem..." She coughed from the salt swallowed into her throat, and hurriedly dropped the spatula and ran out of the living room to drink water.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, Zhu Chenzi followed her moving figure with his eyes, watching her gurgling water to drink, his forehead was covered with black lines, he entered the kitchen before she came back.

Originally, he planned to cook by himself, but in the end, the vegetables were mushy, the rice was raw, and the chicken was stewed into a paste.

"Are these things still edible?" He stood in front of the pot, frowning tightly, and asked after she finished drinking the water.

He really... didn't know what to say to her.

Chu Xiaoxiao approached him, grabbed a vegetable in the pot and swallowed it, "It seems to be edible, and it tastes better with a little salt."

"Really?" He wondered, how could she say that a little salt tastes better with this dish?

"Of course." She affirmed, but shifted her gaze guiltily.

"Then finish eating." He glanced at the messy kitchen, "Clean up after eating." Then he left the kitchen and went out.

When he came back again, as soon as he opened the door, he heard a slap in the room. He quickened his pace and went into the kitchen to see that the floor was full of sewage. All the pots and pans were lying on the ground, broken and unbroken. different.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Seeing his face change, she hurriedly explained.

"Go ahead." He turned and left, clutching his forehead.

He didn't care if he broke a few bowls and plates, as long as she could clean up the kitchen, even if she cleaned out what shouldn't be cleaned out, he would accept it.

Chu Xiaoxiao was still in shock, and she didn't wake up until the only intact plate in her hand fell, and there was a slap.

Hearing the sound of something breaking again, he paused when he went upstairs, quickly took out his mobile phone, and called the hourly worker.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and she went to open the door, and an aunt came in, saying she was here to clean.

She was so excited that she finally got out of the sea of ​​suffering.

"Take a mop and mop my room."

Auntie was cleaning the kitchen, so she had to go to the second floor to go back to her room. Unfortunately, when she passed by the door of his room, she was arrested again for cleaning.

This time, she directly dragged a certain handsome guy to the ground, and the back of his head almost opened again.

The injury on Master Zhu's forehead has not healed yet, and a bump has grown on the back of his head. Sooner or later, he will be disabled by her nanny. She stands on the side with her head bowed anxiously, not daring to make a sound.

In fact, she really didn't mean it. It was this dead mop that accidentally hooked onto his chair and tripped over his chair. He was sitting on the chair reading a book and was an indirect victim.

(End of this chapter)