C181 Let's Drink Porridge Together
C181 Let's Drink Porridge Together
Tang Qingge was a little embarrassed. "I don't know how to cut Ding."
... "Let me do it."
Tang Qingge gave the kitchen knife to the chef and waited for him to cut the Ding before starting to cook. The chef watched her throw a pile of fruit into the pot in a disorderly manner. She did not add sugar or starch, nor did she add anything. Her eyelids kept twitching.
In this way, could Mr. Bo eat it?
The pot of porridge came out of the pot. The man pinched the order and went downstairs.
Tang Qingge held a big bowl of porridge in front of the man. The man looked at the red and red color of the bowl and his eyelids twitched. Tang Qingge boasted, "Don't think that it doesn't look good in disguise, but the taste is not bad. Try it."
The man picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of fruit porridge into his mouth.
... ""
Her eyes lit up as she came closer. "How is it? Is it delicious?"
Facing her expectant gaze, he pursed his lips, "En."
"Really?!" Tang Qingge was a little disbelieving and used a spoon to scoop a spoonful from his bowl. Just as she was about to open her mouth, the man suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist." Don't drink. "
Tang Qingge looked at him suspiciously.
He said expressionlessly, "You already drank, what should I drink?"
"Oh, right. You are the patient."
Tang Qingge quickly gave the spoon to him, "Here, you drink it. You will recover quickly after drinking it."
The man stared at the big bowl of fruit porridge silently.
At that moment, Bo Qin's voice came from the door of the villa. As soon as he entered, he shouted loudly, "It's so hot. This day is not a place for people to stay. It's cooler in the villa. Ah... There's fruit porridge?! "
"Bo Qin? Yes, the fruit porridge was made by me. "
Bo Qin sat at the dining table as if he had found a new continent. He stared at the huge bowl of fruit porridge in front of Bo Qichen with his eyes wide open. He looked at Tang Qingge with grievance. "Qingge, you don't love me anymore. How can you not leave it for me?"
If Bo Qin ate a mouthful of fruit porridge on this day, he would die of happiness.
Tang Qingge felt a sense of pride as if she had set up a stall on the first day. She stood up and waved her hand modestly. "There's plenty in the kitchen. I'll bring it over for you right away."
Bo Qin was happy. He saw Tang Qingge bring a large bowl of fruit porridge from the kitchen to him. Seeing that it looked very red and beautiful, Bo Qin did not even need a spoon. He just picked up a large bowl and drank it.
Bo Qichen looked at him and didn't say anything.
"Gudong, gudong, gudong..."
He couldn't help but spit it out. His expression couldn't help but become fierce.
After Bo Qin spat it out, he looked at Second Uncle with disbelief, surprise, and horror. He held the big bowl with trembling hands and looked at the bowl that was the same size as him. The muscles on his face were trembling.
However, Tang Qingge was still at the side. "What's wrong? Did you choke?"
Second Uncle also looked at him. His eyes were dark.
Bo Qin had a premonition when he saw Second Uncle's eyes. If he told the truth now, he was afraid that he would not be able to walk out of the door today.
He accidentally drank a big mouthful of water just now. It was so sour that his teeth had gone numb, as if they had gone soft. He bit his sore teeth hard and told himself that he wanted to live.
"The peach... is too big."
"Then slowly chew it." Tang Qingge was very pleased, "There is still more in the pot. If you like it, I will pour some for you."
Bo Qin's heart suddenly became tense.
"But we can't make too much. Because the boss is sick, he needs to drink more."