Doomsday charter woman

Chapter 599 No problem

Breakfast was a rare and sumptuous meal. There were not only noodles, but also noodle soup, red dates and millet porridge, and enough pickles.

Except for the noodles, which were made by Ye Yu, the remaining two were made for the child in Wenrou's belly. One was noodle soup made by the child's biological father, and the other was red dates and millet porridge made by the child's uncle.

Being full and nutritious is the privilege of being a pregnant woman. Everyone can only eat noodles, but Wenrou can eat whatever she wants.

"Xiao Rou, quickly try the pimple soup I made for you. Don't say it, this is the first time I cook by myself seriously. Fortunately, there is a little fish to help take care of it, otherwise I really can't do it." Come out. How is it, is it delicious?"

Jiang Yifan put the bowl on the table in front of Wenrou, quickly pinched his hands on his ears a few times, then picked up a spoon to scoop up a spoonful, blew it and brought it to Wenrou's mouth.

"Xiaorou, this is the jujube and millet porridge you asked for by name. I can make it for you. No matter whether it is delicious or not, you have to eat it for me. You know, this is your brother's first choice for me. This time, even my parents have never eaten the food I cooked, and my future daughter-in-law will not have the chance to taste my virgin work."

Wen Rou had just had a bite of her husband's hearty breakfast, and before she had time to comment, Wen Gang came over with a pot of millet porridge to find a sense of presence.

"How about it, your brother's craftsmanship is not bad, right?"

Wen Gang froze.

Wen Rou gave Wen Gang a white look, "I haven't even drunk this, how do I know if it's good or not?"

After Wen Gang finished speaking, he turned his face away and began to criticize Jiang Yifan.

"You don't know that I don't like chopped scallions! Why do you put so much in it! I don't know how to put some minced meat and green vegetables! Also, you killed the salt seller, right? It's so salty, you Let me eat it!"

Jiang Yifan was trained like a grandson, and he didn't dare to refute. He just took a spoonful and tasted it, and frowned the next second.

"Bah, bah, there is no salty taste at all, Xiao Rou, is your sense of taste mutated, how can you taste salty?"

He probably put less salt, after all, he is a novice, he doesn't know how salty a grain of salt is, and pregnant women can't eat too salty, so he just put a little bit, because Ye Yu didn't taste it. Because of the habit of taste, he didn't think of this crop.

"What! You obviously put too much salt, but you actually said that my taste has mutated! Jiang Yifan! No one can shirk responsibility like you! You know how much salt you put in. Don't throw the blame at me. I I won’t take the blame for you!”

Wenrou frowned and pushed the bowl in front of Jiang Yifan, saying:

"You cook the food yourself, eat it yourself!"

Turning around, he poured another bowl of red dates and millet porridge for himself. The noodle soup needs to be salted, but millet porridge doesn’t need extra stuff. As long as the fire is kept on, it should be fine.

Wen Rou took a sip full of anticipation, and in the next second, sprayed Jiang Yifan all over his head and face.

Jiang Yifan: "..." On purpose? !

Wenrou's attention was not on Jiang Yifan, nor did she notice that she had sprayed him all over, but she blazed at Wen Gang instead.

"Wen Gang! You can make mistakes in such a simple thing as making millet porridge! Are you stupid!"

Wen Gang looked at Wen Rou suspiciously, it didn't look like he was cheating, but what happened to his rice porridge?

He has been staring at it diligently, afraid of making mistakes. After all, it is the first time cooking, and he is not proficient in business, so he has no idea, but he can really guarantee that there will be absolutely no problem with millet porridge!

(End of this chapter)