Tsundere baby

For Leng Minglang, not having to go to school is easy, but for the people in the villa, it is an unprecedented disaster.

Looking at Leng Minglang who ran into the kitchen at this moment, Meng Ran helplessly helped his forehead.

Since Leng Shenyu recovered from his illness, he returned to the company.The biggest thing in the whole villa is Leng Minglang, the whole family can't speak of their sufferings, and they haven't complained about their grievances.Especially as a housekeeper, he can't wait to resign immediately and go home to take care of himself.

"Uncle Meng, hurry up and help." Leng Minglang's voice came from the kitchen.

Meng Ran looked up at the crystal chandelier on the roof, "Sir, you'd better come back quickly." Then he walked towards the kitchen with the eyes of many servants seeing him off.

"Master, do you have anything to do?"

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw Leng Minglang holding a cooking spoon in his left hand and an iron pan in his right hand, staring at him eagerly.

Meng Ran's scalp was numb, and she cautiously asked the person standing not far away.

"What do you want, young master?"

My God, this is the kitchen, Almighty Lord, please let this little ancestor stay away from here, or there are dozens of people in the whole villa, and the animals will all have to drink the northwest wind.Meng Ran prayed with great excitement.

"Dear Uncle Meng, I know you love me the most, don't you? He has lost a lot of weight this time, and he wants to make some chicken soup for him to drink. Can you teach me?"

"Will the young master let me come?"

How dare you say that you are not here to tear down the kitchen?Meng Ran really wanted to curse.But looking at the pair of big watery eyes pitifully in front of him, Meng Ran's heart softened, but a soft heart can't be eaten as a meal. Do you want the whole villa to eat fast food with dozens of mouthfuls?

"If you don't help me, I'll do it myself." Leng Minglang put the spoon aside, picked up the jar of salt next to him, and walked under the faucet to collect water.

"Master, that's salt. Why did you put the salt in the water?"

A Leng Minglang walked towards the pool with the salt box in his hand, followed immediately, and snatched it before it got wet.

Looking at Meng Ran suspiciously, isn't it just salt?Why are you so nervous, but, "Shouldn't Uncle Meng's salt melt in water?"

"The young master's salt will melt by itself just by putting it in the pot, or you'd better let me do it."

Meng Ran really wanted to cry, but he had no choice but to pray that the little ancestor in front of him would leave the kitchen quickly, otherwise everyone would not have dinner.

Seeing Meng Ran's dumbfounding expression, Leng Minglang snorted coldly and turned around to get the chicken from the freezer.

"If you don't help me, you can go out. This kitchen belongs to me today."

"The little ancestral chicken can't just be put into the pot like this. Don't tell me you want your husband to be sick." Meng Ran wanted to raise his head to the sky and scream, seeing Leng Minglang's fast movements, he was really speechless and asked the sky.

"Who told you not to help? I can tell you that you don't help. I broke the kitchen today. Don't blame me."

Hearing Leng Minglang's domineering and unreasonable answer, Meng Ran reluctantly shook his head for a long time and walked to Leng Minglang's side to take out the chicken from the pot, and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's not easy to be a human these days, and it's even more difficult to be a chicken, especially a dead chicken."

"........."

"The chicken taken out of the refrigerator should be soaked in warm water to let the cold inside disappear, then boil the water in the pot, and put the chicken into the pot after the cold inside disappears."

Meng Ran has already become a teacher, teaching Leng Minglang how to make things.

Leng Minglang earnestly followed Meng Ran's method, "I said, Uncle Meng, if you paid me earlier, why bother, don't worry, I won't destroy the kitchen."

"Yes, there must be nothing wrong with the young master being so smart." Meng Ran was extremely ashamed, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

It won't destroy the kitchen, but boss, dare you say that the scrapped microwave donkey next to it is not your masterpiece?And that next to the flooded stove.

"Hmph, maybe he might let me be on top if he's happy today."

Leng Minglang would entertain himself, and didn't care about Meng Ran's face that looked like he had eaten a bitter melon.His mind was completely focused on bringing down his own man.

Meng Ran looked at his young master with a smirk on his face, shook his head helplessly, quietly removed the white sugar from Leng Minglang's hand, replaced it with a salt box, and secretly hid the MSG that was not far away.

I hope that my husband will not be poisoned, Meng Ran murmured silently in his heart.

"Please collect, please recommend. . .Hit a stick and beg. "