National Goddess: The First Spirit Chef in History

Chapter 121

Mo Shaojun took the job into his own hands in a doggy manner. The reasons were ready-made. He was interested in the house and inquired a lot about the house. No one knew him better than him. How could he let go of such a good performance opportunity? Although he is not from here, it does not mean that he does not have contacts here. If he is rich and has connections, if he can't get things done, then he, the Patriarch of the Mo family, won't need it. Done.

Having said that, in the final analysis, it was for the sake of anger to win the favor of Wen Qiao and Second Uncle Xie, and for the future to be able to eat every day, he worked hard enough.

Wen Qiao saw that Mo Shaojun was in a hurry with anyone who wouldn't let him take over the job, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. He had never seen someone who liked being an errand runner so much. What could Wen Qiao do? Naturally, he nodded in agreement. .

It was just right to save her manpower and material resources, but I still felt quite sorry in my heart, so I decided to have a good meal at night to reward Mo Shaojun.

It was even easier for Xie Zhen to call Mo Shaojun to come. He not only asked him to inquire about the house behind the small building, but also inquired about all the surrounding yards that belonged to one. Not reluctantly.

Xie Zhen always felt that the small building was incomplete after hearing Wen Qiao's story about the origin of this small building. With a move in his heart, he had the idea of ​​restoring this house. After all, it must be seen what Wen Qiao meant. Don't move, he is a standard daughter-in-law, and it must be the daughter-in-law who said that it is there. If the daughter-in-law has been nesting here, he will definitely live here after they achieve a positive result.

Although the small building is good, it is small after all. Once the furniture in Wen Qiao's room is arranged, it is fine for one person to live in. If there are a little more people, they will not be able to turn around. If friends and relatives come to visit them in the future, they will even have a place to live. None, no matter how you think about it, it feels inappropriate, not to mention, they will always have a baby in the future...

It is precisely because he cares about his wife that he keeps imagining the future. If he wants to give his wife the best, he naturally has to plan early.

It would be great if Rulou could be expanded into a courtyard with five entrances, and it would save him the trouble of persuading Wen Qiao to find another house in the future.

Xie Zhen said it in front of Wen Qiao. Wen Qiao didn't think too much about it. Houses depend on fate, except that the houses around the back yard are occupied by people. If they don't want to sell, they can't force them to buy. At present, it seems that only the yard behind the small building has the greatest hope, so she didn't have much hope for what Xie Zhen said, so she didn't take it as a big deal until one day, Xie Zhen took all the real estate certificates around her. When she was in front of her, she realized how serious that man was back then.

"Okay, since you are back, you can go to the vegetable market with me."

After such a long delay, Wen Qiao has not forgotten her original plan. As a girl, there is no one who doesn't like shopping. If she doesn't buy, buy, it only means that she is not interested. If she meets her, she is interested. Even girls who don't like shopping can't help but buy them.

Obviously, Wen Qiao, who has plunged headlong into the kitchen, has a true love for ingredients, and now there are two strong laborers to help carry things, of course, all kinds of free self, buy, buy, buy.

When Mo Shaojun heard that he was going to the vegetable market, his eyes lit up, and he said quickly: "I want meat, a lot of meat, if there is no meat to eat in life, life will be meaningless."

Obviously, this is a master who loves meat and joy.

Wen Qiao glanced at Mo Shaojun meaningfully and said, "As long as you can lift it, you can have as much meat as you want."

Mo Shaojun didn't understand it at first, but when he arrived at the vegetable market with meat hanging all over his body in big bags and small bags, and complained endlessly, he finally understood the deep meaning of Wen Qiao's look.

(End of this chapter)