President Ba is playing Cinderella again today

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She comforted herself by saying that when people grow up and mature, they will eventually change.

Xiao Yao opened the bathroom door, and walked slowly to Song Zhishui. Song Zhishui stood up, pressed her shoulder and gently pushed her to the full-length mirror.

Seeing the whole picture of herself, Xiao Yao's face turned pink, she covered her face, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

The stalwart image she had built for herself over the past few years completely collapsed at this moment.

Song Zhishui was behind her, grabbing her hand and moving it away from her face, Xiao Yao struggled, but did not break free, but stuck her back into Song Zhishui's arms.

Song Zhishui lightly smiled and said, "Our Yaoyao is also so cute by me."

Chapter 11

Xiao Yao glanced at Song Zhishui's eyes from herself in the mirror.

Her eyelashes are thick and long, and her eyebrows are smiling. When looking at her, most of the time, there is a pool of gentle spring water in her pupils.

Xiao Yao felt something spreading from her heart, and an unprecedented numbness in the back of her head inexplicably.

"elder sister......"

Xiao Yao lowered her eyelids halfway, staring at the slender fingers she was holding on her wrist.

Song Zhishui came back to her senses, slowly let go, and tied the wine red silk ribbon on Xiao Yao's chest into a bow.

"It's a pity that Yaoyao doesn't want to be a coser."

Xiao Yao didn't know what coser Song Zhishui meant, she was always out of tune with her peers.And she didn't ask, which would make her seem ignorant.

Just out of that subtle pride.

Song Zhishui looked at the quartz clock on the wall, and it was dusk before he knew it.

The sun was setting outside the window, and an orange halo spread across the sky.

The nanny who was in charge of the dinner took Xiao Yao into the kitchen, where she explained how to use various tableware.

Because Xiao Yao was only responsible for making soup, the nanny explained some simple procedures and precautions.

Xiao Yao put the ingredients into the pot and set the time.

The nanny looked at Xiao Yao from time to time while cooking. This child was thin and tender, not at all like a child from a poor family.

And those hands, she took a closer look, there was no calluses on the palms of the hands, and it seemed that they hadn't done any work.

It is more convincing to say that the lady of a rich family is a lady.

However, the eldest lady said that this girl's family is poor, which makes people feel sorry for her.

Xiao Yao could feel the nanny's eyes, but she didn't care.

After the soup cooking time is up, turn on the heat preservation mode.

Another younger nanny came over to greet Xiao Yao after cutting the ingredients.

Xiao Yao pretended to be timid and didn't like to talk, and the young nanny curled her lips when she saw that she couldn't find any useful information.

She stretched out her hand and wanted to pinch the white and tender milk fat on Xiao Yao's cheeks, it looked very soft.

Xiao Yao hides back indiscriminately, and looks outside the kitchen.

Song Zhishui just happened to go downstairs and stood in front of the dining table and turned her head to look this way.

After seeing Xiao Yao, she bent her lips and smiled very gently.

"Is the soup ready, Yaoyao?"

Xiao Yao nodded, "Do you want some soup now?"

Hearing this, the young nanny hurriedly pulled Xiao Yao's arm. Xiao Yao staggered when she was standing unsteadily.

Song Zhishui frowned slightly and walked in.

The young nanny's tone was somewhat reproachful, "Miss always eats soup last, don't ask nonsense, remember next time."

Song Zhishui supported Xiao Yao's shoulders, and calmly brought her to her side.

"It doesn't matter whether it's morning or evening, Yaoyao, bring two bowls here."

Neither of them looked at the young nanny, her face flushed, her lips opened and closed, and she still said in a low voice: "Miss, I thought that was already a habit of yours."

"No."

After Song Zhishui finished speaking, she patted Xiao Yao's delicate shoulder lightly, "Sheng, let me taste how your cooking tastes."

Xiao Yao walked over with two bowls of soup, Song Zhishui pulled out the chair next to her, "Sit."

Xiao Yao shook her head and refused.

The relationship between them is the relationship between the employer and the employee, even though Xiao Yao herself does not need to earn income from this job.

Song Zhishui pressed her to sit down, not refusing.

"Yaoyao, we are friends, aren't we?"

is it?

Xiao Yao looked at Song Zhishui, obviously calm and calm, but Song Zhishui could still see her doubts.

This little girl is really heartless.

Song Zhishui handed the spoon to Xiao Yao, and Xiao Yao took it and held it in her hand.

Song Zhishui took a spoonful and said, "Drink it yourself, or should I feed you?"

Xiao Yao didn't resist anymore, and drank the soup quietly.

She has hardly touched the tableware, let alone cooking and soup.

It's just that she has a strong memory, and she can memorize the process and dosage that the nanny said.

This soup, made according to the rules, has a decent taste.

Xiao Yao put down the spoon and said to Song Zhishui: "The taste is a bit bland, I put less salt."

"just."

Even though Song Zhishui was doing ordinary things, she was graceful and beautiful.

"Yaoyao is awesome, you can learn it as soon as you learn it."

Her praise without hypocrisy made Xiao Yao realize that cooking for her is a happy thing.

Xiao Yao bit her lip, her brain really twitched, how could she think like this.

The nanny brought the dishes to the table, Xiao Yao stood up, but was stopped by Song Zhishui.

"Let's eat together. I'll review for you after dinner. Aren't you about to take an exam?"