Having Triplets With Potent CEO

Before the cook could stop it, he couldn't watch it. "Miss Tang, did you cut this peach too big?"

Tang Qingge was a little embarrassed, "I can't cut Ding."

"... I'll do it."

Tang Qingge gave the kitchen knife to the cook and cooked it after he cut the dice for her. The cook watched her throw a pile of fruits in disorderly without sugar or starch. She didn't add anything. Her eyelids were jumping all the time.

In this way, can Mr. Bo eat?

When a pot of porridge comes out of the pot, the man pinches it and points it downstairs.

Tang Qingge came to the man with a large bowl of porridge. The man looked at the red color in the bowl and raised his eyelids. Tang Qingge boasted, "don't look at its bad appearance, but it tastes good. Try it."

The man picked up the spoon and took a mouthful of fruit porridge.

“……”

Her eyes were bright. "How's it going? Is it good?"

In her expectant eyes, he pursed his lips, "well."

"Really?!" Tang Qingge didn't believe it. He scooped a spoon from his bowl with a spoon. As soon as he reached his mouth, the man suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, "don't drink."

Tang Qingge looked at him suspiciously.

He said expressionless, "you drank it all. What do I drink?"

"Oh, yes, you are the patient."

Tang Qingge quickly gave him the spoon. "Here, drink it. You'll get better soon after drinking it."

The man stared at a big bowl of fruit porridge in silence.

Just at this time, Bo Qin's voice came from the door of the villa. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted in a loud voice, "it's so hot that it's not for people to stay this day. It's still cool in the villa, ah... And fruit porridge?!"

"Bo Qin? Yes, I made the fruit porridge."

Bo Qin sat at the table as if he had found the new world and stared at a big bowl of fruit porridge in front of Bo Qichen. His eyes straightened. He looked wrongly at Tang Qingge, "Qingge baby, you don't love me. How can you not keep it for me?"

If you eat a mouthful of fruit porridge this day, Bo Qin can die happily.

Tang Qingge had a sense of pride when he set up a stall on the first day. He got up and waved his hand and was modest. "There are plenty in the kitchen. I'll bring it to you now."

Bo Qin was happy. He watched Tang Qingge bring him a large bowl of fruit porridge from the kitchen. It looked very good. He didn't need a thin Qin spoon. He drank it when he held it up.

Bo Qichen glanced at him and said nothing.

"Gudong, Gudong, poof..."

He couldn't hold back. He gushed out. His expression was unbearable and ferocious.

After spraying, Bo Qin looked at his second uncle with incredible, surprised and frightening eyes. He trembled, holding a big bowl in his hand, and looked at the other party's bowl as big as him. His face and muscles were shaking.

But Tang Qingge was still on the side, "what's the matter, choking?"

His second uncle also looked at him with dark eyes.

Bo Qin has a hunch about his second uncle's eyes. If he tells the truth now, I'm afraid he can't go out today.

He just accidentally drank a big mouthful into it. His teeth were so sour that he didn't feel it. It seemed that they were all soft. Now he bit his sour teeth and told himself to live.

"Peaches... Too big."

"Then chew it slowly." Tang Qingge was very pleased. "There's still something in the pot. If you like it, I'll fill it for you."

Bo Qin's heart suddenly hung up.

"But we can't do more, because the boss is ill and he has to drink more."