My Demon Tyrant And Sweet Baby

Chapter 2807

Chapter 2807

Qing Wan stayed in the hospital for only seven days and insisted on going out of the hospital and returning to the celebrity garden.

Erdonghao accompanies Qingwan every day, learning to boil soup for her and mend her body. He wants to smooth Qingwan's loss of children through these things.

Aunt Er accompanied Qingwan for a few days. Knowing that brother and sister Ling Hao and Zhan Peng were playing outside, aunt ER was not sure about some children, so she advised her to play with some children.

"My aunt arranged for people to follow me. It's OK." My aunt put down the soup bowl, then pulled a chair and sat down in front of the bed. Qingwan's condition was much better, but she was sitting for a little month. My aunt insisted that she should not go out and stay in the room every day.

Although aunt Er has never married or been a mother in her whole life, she has lived a long time. She knows that a woman can't be careless when she sits on the moon. Even if she is a little girl, she should sit well so as not to fall ill in the future.

"Auntie, I'm all right now. She promised to play with some children. She'd better go to them." Qingwan has taken up the soup bowl herself. In recent days, she has to drink several bowls of tonic soup every day. Most of the time, it's Mr. Zhou's soup. Although erdonghao learns to cook soup, he is used to being superior. He really learns to cook the soup. Qingwan is really not flattered, and usually does not appreciate it.

Erdong Hao is very depressed. He thinks he is smart, but he can't learn how to cook some soup well. Either he will add water when he is salty. As a result, the more he adds, the less flavor the soup will have. When he is light, he will add salt, and then it becomes salty. When he is salty, he will add water, and add water. At last, he will still have no taste of soup.

soup is the cream of the tongue, but the soup that Er Dong Hao has boiled is more than a layer of oil boiling water, more salt taste.

Mr. Zhou has a lot of opinions on this. He thinks that the head of the family has wasted a lot of good food. What's more, the wife doesn't like to drink the soup made by the head of the family, and the head of the family cooks a lot of soup. The head of the family asks them to drink it separately. Can Mr. Zhou have a little opinion?

Smelling the strong fragrance, Qingwan had a big appetite. He took a sip of soup to drink and said, "is this soup made by brother Zhou?"

Aunt er said, "Dong Hao is still busy. I don't know when his soup will boil well. I'm worried that you will be hungry. So I'll fill a bowl of good soup first and put it on your stomach." When Aunt Er thought of her nephew cooking for her daughter-in-law in person, she was not flattered.

But she still spoke for her nephew: "Qingwan, you see Donghao is really getting better and better for you. He cooks and learns stew for you. He used to like Zhangxiao so much that he never cooks for Zhangxiao."

Er Donghao only goes to Mu's house to eat and drink, but he has never helped with cooking.

Qingwan said while drinking the soup stewed by Mr. Zhou: "the breakfast he made can still be barely imported, but the soup is still out of standard."

"Practice makes perfect. I've done a lot. I'll do it later. You're a man of good fortune. I'm his aunt. I raised him so big and worked hard for him. I haven't drunk the soup he cooked for me."

Qing Wan also said politely, "it's my aunt who doesn't appreciate my face and can't drink."

My aunt laughed. "I'd rather drink boiled water."

Er Donghao: aunt, can we not tear down the Taiwan?

Er Donghao, who knows that his soup is not even appreciated by his aunt, is really busy in the kitchen at the moment.

There are no servants or special cooks in the celebrity garden. Every day, Mr. Zhou makes three meals in turn. Everyone has at least one specialty. For example, Mr. Zhou is the best at cooking soup. Therefore, Mr. Zhou cooks the soup every day.

Other dishes are made by others. One person can make a table of rich delicacies.

Erdong Hao is still busy cooking his soup. His hands are already making their best dishes. The kitchen is full of various flavors.

"Why is it salty again?"

Erdonghao tried the taste of the soup himself and thought it was salty again.

Next to him was a man who was cooking. He heard the murmur of the owner. He wanted to say that when the owner put salt, it was strange to put a few spoonfuls of salt on the ground. If it was not salty, he would put as much salt as he wanted. The owner couldn't grasp how much water and material he wanted.

Erdong Hao frowned and looked at the soup he was boiling. There was not much soup in the pot, but it was too salty. He added water to the pot, and the soup would become a pot of soup. If he did not add water, he would not be able to make it. It was too salty.

I saw the soup pot beside me, which was made by Mr. Zhou. Er Donghao reached out and unscrewed the lid of the pot, scooped a spoon with the spoon and put it into a bowl in front of him. Then, he drank the soup. It was delicious.

"Ink white."

Er Donghao calls the man who is cooking. He and Mo Yao are the same group, so they are all the beginning of the word mo.

"The owner." Mobai continued to stir fry his excellent dishes, and respectfully replied, "please tell me if you have anything."

I hope it's not just for him to taste the soup made by the master.

However, when they eat later, they can't escape to help the head of the family clean up the mess.

"Why do you think I can't make good soup? I want to show it well in front of your wife, but it makes her laugh. " Said erdonghao in distress.

Mobai took a look at erdonghao, smiled, and said, "my Lord, in fact, even if you don't cook in person, my wife also knows that you are very good to her. We have brother Zhou cooking soup, and my wife also likes his soup. Why is my Lord so tired?"

The lady didn't appreciate it at all. They had to drink soup under the pressure of the owner.

Mobai is eager for the owner to give up earlier. If it goes on like this, they may all have to vomit.

Erdong sighed: "I don't want your wife to know that she is unique in my heart. I only cook soup for her. Besides, she has miscarriage, which is my fault. I'm not making atonement."

"Come on, I'll keep studying, I don't believe that I can't make good soup. What's the difficulty of making soup is nothing more than putting salt. I'll put salt one by one next time, and make sure it won't be salty again."

Erdonghao still doesn't want to give up.

Moby would like to say that there are many ways to atone for sins, but if the owner of the house said that, he would not be able to say it again, so that the owner of the house would not knock.

They should know that when they see the head of the family cooking soup, they put salt in disorder, remind the head of the family, and even some people are too impulsive to say a few words to the head of the family, and eat the head of the family beating several spoons.

"The owner is confident that he will make a good soup one day. Come on!" Mobai's special dish is ready. He scoops it up and puts it in the dish. Then he puts the dish aside and starts to pick up the apron. It's his turn to come in and take over.