He rubbed the center of his eyebrows and stopped arguing with her for a long time.
"Didn't you say you would make me porridge?"
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes."
He didn't eat for a day. In this case, liquid diet is the best choice.
"But isn't there a cook?"
The man looked at her faintly.
Tang Qingge slapped his head and suddenly remembered this thing. She did say this before she fell asleep in the morning. I didn't expect that he still remembered this thing. The big boss has a good memory!
Just for his memory, she could not say anything to offend him.
"OK, you wait for me, half an hour later in the restaurant!"
Tang Qingge slipped out of his study. There are fresh fruits and vegetables in the villa in the middle of the mountain. Tang Qingge went out and took a look. There are peach trees, plum trees and pear gardens in a large fruit forest. If you want to pick them, you can pick them fresh at any time. Looking at the oily nectarines, Tang Qingge is greedy.
It's good to have money. You can pick what you want at any time in the garden. If only she had such a big garden! To have such a large fruit forest, she would climb the tree with a small candy and Tang Cheng!
Looking at the big fruit forest, she gradually had an idea in her heart.
If you have it, make fruit porridge!
She climbed up the tree to pick a big peach herself, and then climbed another tree to pick pears. The servant was terrified and asked her to come down and pick them.
She waved her hand and told them what to do.
Fu Bo watched Tang Qingge jump up and down like a monkey. He hurried back to the study room to report to the man, but suddenly he saw the man standing in front of the French window with his back to his hand, and his eyes fell on the fruit forest not far away. To be exact, it should be the figure jumping up and down in the fruit forest, looking at each other from afar.
No one could guess what the emotion implied in the eyes was. The pupil was dark and decorated with the warm red light, facing the sunset and returning to the sea level.
Fu Bo was frozen. Just at this moment, the man looked back at him and gave him orders calmly.
"Find more people to watch her. Don't let her fall from the tree."
"Yes..."
He was shocked. Fubo walked back in a daze. He felt something was wrong halfway. Is there something wrong with his eyes? The eyes seemed to be looking at a lover hidden in his heart.
But he stayed in the villa for so long, and he didn't see any women around Mr. Bo. He scratched the back of his head. He thought he was wrong, so he went back to the fruit forest and told Tang Qingge.
"Miss Tang, slow down."
"I know. I've picked them all!"
Tang Qingge carried a bag of fruit on her back and jumped down neatly. She jumped out of Fubo's heart attack. Tang Qingge clapped her hands and went back to the restaurant with a bag of fruit like a chivalrous woman, leaving everyone with a cool figure.
They thought that Tang Qingge looked so awesome that it must be easy to cook.
"Miss Tang, don't you need to peel this nectarine?"
"No, the peach skin is full of nutrition. You can't throw it away!"
"Then... Don't you have to go to the skin of peaches?"
"No!"
People, "..."
They watched helplessly as Tang Qingge, holding a fruit knife, measured the peeled peaches, left and right, as if looking for an angle.
Finally, the peach was thrown into the pot by her.