The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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When the car left the mountainside, Ye Cong took the sprout directly to the supermarket on the ground floor of the mall not far from their hotel.

The sprouts of the sprouts followed behind, and finally Ye Cong dragged a small cart.

Sprout instinctively caught his hand, touched the mask on his face, adjusted his emotions and gave a smiling face that the boss could not see, "I can do it for you, whatever you want to eat."

Ye Cong looked at her with a smile, and turned around, "Come on, don't let your master do anything."

Sprout rolled his eyes secretly, although no one saw it.

There are not many people in the ingredients area of ​​the supermarket on the first floor at this time. It is only when there are more people at 11 am and 4 or 5 pm, but the ingredients are not as fresh as in the morning.

Sprout touched this, took that, but was not satisfied.

"Boss, do you know what a greenhouse is?" Sprout suddenly turned back and asked.

Ye Cong: "..."

I encountered a blind spot in the knowledge of the big brother, he really didn't know this.

"The kind of vegetables that can be grown in winter."

"That's called greenhouse cultivation, you are a bun." Ye Cong said, took two corns in, "make a corn ribs soup."

The sprout's excitement was hit in an instant, and the corn that he put in was taken out by the cleaver, and the two were replaced again. "Can't we call the buns a greenhouse?"

Ye Cong: "..."

The little girl has a good temper today.

Sprouts were replaced with two corns full of grains, and then to choose other side dishes.

Ye Cong followed slowly, "So?"

Sprout said while carefully selecting the dishes, "We have it at home. I will go back this year. When I come back, I will bring you my mother's own vegetables, which are natural and pollution-free."

Ye Cong paused behind her and looked at the sprouts in front of the carefully selected vegetables. Was this girl mistaken? She was asked to go back because he would go together.

After deciding what to eat, it is convenient to buy food.

"Isn't the hotel serving food? Why should it be sold?" Sprout asked, puzzled at the checkout.

"Ye has money." Ye Cong gave an answer slowly.

Sprout: "..."

Sorry, bother you, you have money, you have money.

After returning to the hotel, Sprout took off the mask and went to the kitchen to start cooking. Ye Hung was terrified.

After returning to the hotel, Ye Cong first picked up the phone, and then left the phone on the table and went to the kitchen.

"Ms. Mei agreed to be a screenwriter for TV."

"Really?" Sprout turned back, still holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Hey--" Ye Cong said, taking a step back, "Is this going to kill me?"

Xinya was shocked and suddenly withdrew her kitchen knife. How dare she? Not tired anymore.

"Boss, thank you, really." Xinya said, holding a kitchen knife in his hand and bowing ninety degrees.

"Although Da En doesn't say thanks, but you plan to just bow like that?" Ye Cong leaned on the door and glanced at the girl like a grave, I don't know if he was dead.

"Then I will make a big meal for you."

"A meal?"

What he wanted was not this meal.

Xinya blinked, didn't she cook for him all year round? Not a meal.

Ye Cong looked at Xin Ya's confused face and turned directly, "Think about it, idiot."

The sprout became more and more puzzled. Why did she scold her again?

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