The Almighty Little Chef

The meal was finished quickly, and the basins and plates were swept clean, like locusts passing through the border.

"I'm going to wash the dishes." Gu Zhe's face was hot, he ate too much.

He didn't stop him when he wanted to wash Xiaofei Jiang, after all, her meal wasn't for nothing.

After dinner.

Tian Yinghou held her stomach and took the cakes that Jiang Xiaofei and the others sent back.

"Teacher Tian!" Duanmuhong waved to her at the door.

Looking at the people waiting for him at the door, Tian Yinghou felt guilty.

"What is this? If you don't come back, I'm going to find you."

"Zhao Ran and the others sent it. It's a little late when you wait for something." He also stopped by for a meal.

"Oh, let's go eat, it's getting late." Duanmuhong took the things from Tian Yinghou's hand.

"Let's eat, I'll eat a little more from them." Tian Yinghou's eyes were dodging, she was thinking about the desire to speak, and the two of them in the family were forgotten.

Duanmuhong paused for a moment, and looked at Tian Yinghou with a strange expression: "Have you eaten?"

"Well, eat quickly, I'll wash the dishes later." After saying that, Tian Ying hurried back to the room.

"It's too boring." Duanmuhong muttered.

Jiang Xiaofei's craftsmanship can be found from Teacher Zhao and Teacher Hamu's mouth, as well as the cakes she made. Looking at the fragrant cakes in her hands, Duanmuhong mustered up the courage to face the strange colors and tastes. 's lunch.

Gu Zhe is also the same, a little guilty, but thinking that he ate at Jiang Xiaofei's side, he could save a lot of things at home, besides, didn't he bring back things?

Put aside that little guilty conscience, and go home confidently.

Duanmuhong and Gu Zhe have both, Wu Jiangyue is no exception, and this side is naturally handed over to the junior Jiang Xiaofei.

"Hello Mr. Zhang." When Jiang Xiaofei arrived, she saw Zhang Yiming who was active in the yard and greeted politely.

"Xiaofei? Why are you here?" Zhang Yiming suddenly saw Jiang Xiaofei a little surprised.

"I'm here to give you something. It's just made. You can taste it." Jiang Xiaofei handed the thing in her hand to Zhang Yiming.

"Here?" Wu Jiangyue heard the voice and saw Jiang Xiaofei who was chatting with Zhang Yiming in the courtyard.

There were a series of alarm bells in my heart, and I was wary of Jiang Xiaofei.

Of course, it was Wu Jiangyue's eyes for this very pleasant conversation. In the eyes of Jiang Xiaofei and Zhang Yiming, the two of them were strangers who had just met a few times in the eyes of each other.

Even this conversation was for polite and show-recording reasons.

"Um."

Seeing what Zhang Yiming was holding, Wu Jiangyue frowned and said kindly.

"Don't you still want to sell money? You don't have to give it to us, what will you do if you give it to us?"

After listening to Wu Jiangyue's words, Zhang Yiming instantly felt that the thing in his hand was accepted or rejected, and he looked at Jiang Xiaofei.

Jiang Xiaofei's face was full of smiles, but a closer look revealed the coldness in her eyes.

"Those who sell money are those who sell money. These are specially made for everyone to taste. Every house has them. There are not many, so just taste them. I still have something to do, so I will go back first."

Jiang Xiaofei had no intention of discussing the lengths and weaknesses with Wu Jiangyue, so she said goodbye and left.

Wu Jiangyue is really persistent, digging holes for herself everywhere. It stands to reason that the two of them have nothing to do with each other. Could it be because she refused to be her stand-in and angered herself, what happened later?

Jiang Xiaofei was a little more wary of Wu Jiangyue.