Before the cook could stop it, he couldn't watch any more. "Miss Tang, did you cut this peach too big?"
Tang Qingge was embarrassed. "I can't cut dice."
"... I'll do it."
Tang Qingge gave the kitchen knife to the cook, and then cooked it after he cut the dice for her. The cook watched her throw a pile of fruits into it disorderly, without sugar or starch, and without anything. Her eyelids kept jumping.
In this way, can Mr. Bo eat?
When a pot of porridge comes out, the man pinches it and points it downstairs.
Tang Qingge came to the man with a large bowl of porridge. The man looked at the red color in the bowl and lifted his eyelids. Tang Qingge boasted, "although it looks bad, it tastes good. Try it."
The man took a spoon and took a mouthful of fruit porridge.
“……”
Her eyes were bright and she came up. "How about it? Is it good?"
To her expectant eyes, he pursed his lips, "yes."
"Really?!" Tang Qingge was a little incredulous. He scooped a spoon from his bowl with a spoon. As soon as he reached his mouth, the man suddenly raised his hand to hold her wrist. "Don't drink."
Tang Qingge looked at him suspiciously.
He said expressionless, "you have drunk. What am I drinking?"
"Oh, yes, you are the patient."
Tang Qingge quickly gave him the spoon. "Here, you can drink it. You'll soon get better after drinking it."
The man stared at a large bowl of fruit porridge in silence.
Just at this moment, Bo Qin's voice came from the door of the villa. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted loudly, "it's too hot to be alone this day. It's still cool in the villa. Ah... And fruit porridge?!"
Bo Qin sat at the dinner table as if he had discovered the new world, staring at a large bowl of fruit porridge in front of Bo Qichen. He looked at Tang Qingge wrongfully, "Qingge baby, you don't love me anymore. How can you not keep it for me?"
If you eat a mouthful of fruit porridge this day, Bo Qin can die happily.
Tang Qingge had a sense of pride when he set up a stall on the first day. He got up and waved his hand. He was modest. "There are plenty in the kitchen. I'll bring them to you right away."
Bo Qin was happy. He watched Tang Qingge bring him a large bowl of fruit porridge from the kitchen. It looked very good. Bo Qin didn't use any spoons. He just drank it.
Bo Qichen glanced at him and said nothing.
"Plump, plump, plump..."
Unable to hold back, he spewed out, and his expression became ferocious.
After Bo Qin finished spraying, he looked at his second uncle with unbelievable, surprised and frightening eyes, shaking his hands holding a big bowl, looking at the other side's bowl as big as his, and his face and muscles were shaking.
But Tang Qingge was still on the other side, "what's the matter, choking?"
His second uncle also looked at him with dark eyes.
Bo Qin had a hunch about his second uncle's eyes. If he told the truth now, I'm afraid he won't be able to go out today.
He just took a gulp of it. His teeth were so sour that he felt numb. It seemed that they were all soft. Now he is biting his teeth so hard that he tells himself that in order to live.
"Peaches... Too big."
"Then chew it slowly." Tang Qingge was very pleased. "There's more in the pot. If you like it, I'll give you some more."
Bo Qin's heart suddenly hung up.
"But we can't do more because the boss is ill and he has to drink more."