It’s so cruel to make the prince cry! Goddess, her vest fell off

It was the first time that Xie Junjun, who knew that his cooking skills with only half a bucket of water could actually hold up a big beam, tensed up his pretty face.

The royal sister style on her body is inexplicably blended into the attributes of a good wife and loving mother in the room full of oil smoke.

Bashiko swam around outside and didn't see the two little girls who left the kitchen early.

A little bored, I came back from the living room.

Looking up, he saw Xie Junjun, who could enter the "hall" from above and the kitchen from below.

The darkness in his eyes was almost impossible to hide.

"Junjun should cook a lot at home!" Bai Shike pretended to ask casually, and he was already less than half an arm's length away from Xie Junjun.

Xie Junjun, who was quickly stir-frying the green beans, moved the wok to the side.

Bai Shike is still talking.

“My mother likes girls who can cook very much, and she is especially looking forward to having an extra set of dishes and chopsticks at home for this year’s New Year’s Eve dinner.”

As he spoke, Bashike took another half step forward.

At this time, Xie Junjun had already moved out of the range of the gas stove together with the cook and others.

The light blue gas was still popping out.

Under the lens, a circle of flames that wasn't very bright caught everyone's eyes.

Even someone as slow as Zhao Keqiao couldn't help but complain in the recording studio, "This person really doesn't understand what boundaries are!"

Didn’t you see that all the ladies have already avoided the stove?

Brother Hao was watching the video for the second time. He looked up and saw this scene and said with a smile: "Xiao Bai really worked hard, haha!"

But twisted melons are not sweet.

I don’t know what this little boy is thinking.

Brother Hao shook his head speechlessly and looked at the big screen.

Qiu Feng had already cleaned the vegetable sink, looked back for a few times, hurriedly twisted the towel in his hand half-twisted, and stepped forward.

The wet towel held down the front handle of the hot pot.

Qiu Feng actually "took" the stir-fried beans and pork directly from Xie Junjun's hand and put the wok back on the stove.

Only then did I hear Qiu Feng smile a little apologetically: "Look at my stupid head, I'm better at such heavy work as spooning!"

As he said that, he picked up a can of chili powder without asking anyone if they could eat spicy food.

Huahua shook it vigorously in mid-air a few times.

Bianshao will most likely bring some wind.

Bashike came very close and did not move. His face was immediately covered in pepper. The next second, sneezes continued in the kitchen.

Qi Jin, who had been chopping vegetables and didn't smell the slightest bit of spiciness during the whole meal, was blinded by the "firework smell".

He put down the kitchen knife and just wiped his eyes with his hand, but his eyelids were severely stimulated by the juice of the vegetables and turned red.

The instigator focused on cooking, and also passed on the job of doing chores very well.

"Sister Jun, give me a plate? I want a deeper one."

Xie Junjun, who had already walked halfway and was about to clean up the ceramic shards made by Yuan Na, heard this and could only turn back.

Seeing that Bashiko is really not suitable for this kitchen, how can he be a good person?

Xie Junjun said while taking the plate: "Why don't Bai Shike go clean up the restaurant?"

What a shame to stand here doing nothing!

Of course Xie Junjun didn't say the second half of the sentence.

When Bashike saw that the "goddess" called him by name, he immediately raised his tail to the sky.

"Oh! Okay, okay."

"I see that the tabletop is quite empty. Junjun, why don't you go get some flower arrangements to decorate it."

With this rare opportunity to communicate, Bo Shike could already imagine Xie Junjun and him falling in love over setting the dining table.

Then in front of a national audience, she immediately fell in love.

Behind her, she is a female boss of a listed company, and he is a "rich generation" in the Beijing circle. They are well matched and evenly matched.

His company applied for approval twice but failed to go public. There is such a girl who loves him and has to endorse him.

Everything fell into place!

Unexpectedly, he could be "kindly invited" just like this. Xie Junjun took a half step back and looked around the kitchen.

I couldn’t find a job that required her!

Somewhat helpless, some want to sigh.

"Let me clean the kitchen first!" Why haven't the two sisters upstairs come back yet? She can't just do it by herself!

God is annoying!

Xie Junjun pretended to be busy and began to clean up the messy island stage bit by bit.

Bashike, who was originally going to clear the table, went out for only a few dozen seconds, then went around in a circle and came back again.

"I see Yuanna has sent all the tableware down, I'd better come back to help!"

Bai Shike took three steps and then two steps, and then came to the edge of the middle island.

Feeling that the arrangement was too fast, Qi Shi glanced suspiciously in the direction of the restaurant, and happened to see the ceramic shards under the table that had not yet been cleaned.

The questioning voice was immediately laced with some confusion: "Brother Bai, didn't you go clean up the debris? There are a lot of them under the table, be careful not to prick your feet!"

Bashike, who had already forgotten the cleaning matter, seemed to have just remembered it, and his expression was a little embarrassed.

"Ah, I forgot!"

"Then I'll help Junjun finish the countertop here, then let's go!"

After saying that, he couldn't help but step forward and firmly tighten the spice jar on the island table.

While "working", Bai Shike also expressed some emotion: "Cleaning is not difficult! But it is really strenuous. Our kitchen is open. I used to see my mother busy in the kitchen and she always said she was tired. Now it is Feel."

Everyone present, including the camera: Your mouth is really tired!

Bai Shike started to talk non-stop again, "A filial and capable girl is really a plus."

"My mother works so hard to take care of us. It would be really great if my daughter-in-law can take care of her."

Qiu Feng, who felt his ears itching after listening all the way, twitched, "Brother Pai cares so much about my mother, there must be a nanny at Brother Pai's house!"

Having said that, Qiu Feng lowered his head and cursed: I'm afraid you don't want your wife, but you want to hire a nanny for your mother!

365 hours a day, 24 days a year, taking care of the entire family's daily life, including the bed!

Please don't harm others, please!

Thinking so, Qiu Feng didn't dare to say it directly.

When Bai Shike heard about asking for a nanny, he immediately shook his head, "My mother doesn't trust nannies. Our family is not big. We just have a villa in Kyoto. With good time management and self-discipline, we can keep the house in order."

"And if you go home to eat, you want to eat the taste of home!"

"If the nanny cooks the food, our whole family will not be willing to eat it."

The sound fell and became completely silent.

In the video studio, Baiyang's eyes widened, and Bulingbuling's big eyes were full of disbelief!

"His mother is not her mother, she is a Filipino maid!"

"You have to eat the taste of home. Do you make it every day? Don't you get tired of it?"

"If as his mother, the house cannot be cleaned, the meals are not prepared, she is not self-disciplined enough, and she fails to manage her time well... then how suffocating the aunt will be!"

The obedient little sheep tugged on Brother Zhuma's clothes and rarely asked a down-to-earth question.

Brother Hao chuckled, "Has Xiaoyang hired a nanny at home?"