Chapter 38

After that, Letong didn't ask any more questions. She turned and went into the kitchen.

When you open the refrigerator, you can see that it's full of all kinds of ingredients. Letong's mouth curls. President Ji really looks up to her. Does he really think she's a five-star chef and can do anything?

Aunt is very diligent. Letong is busy in the kitchen, so she starts to fight. Like all the servants, she seems to like to talk about the host's family.

"Miss Le, you say our young master is so rich and handsome. Why don't you find a beautiful wife to accompany him?"

Letong doesn't say a word, don't say this person is her boss, even if it's other people, she's not good to evaluate anything.

After all, it's someone else's business. Although she usually gossips, she only entertains herself in her mind, but she doesn't like to inquire into other people's trivial matters and right and wrong.

In her opinion, everyone has their own way of life and the right to decide how to live. As long as they don't hinder others, others have no right to gossip.

Seeing that Letong was silent, she put the peeled potatoes in the basket and said, "according to me, this child's bad temper is mostly due to his lack of a mother. How cute he looks on the surface. No one can cure him if he makes trouble."

Letong still doesn't answer. She cuts the beef and listens to her aunt quietly. Then she takes the initiative to switch the topic and asks, "Auntie, does Ji and the young master have any taboos?"

Aunt look at her, finally understand, she said those gossip, Letong don't like to hear.

After that, the topic of their conversation, driven by Letong, was purely about their cooking experience and experience. They never talked about Ji Rui and his son again.

With the help of her aunt, Letong managed to finish all the six dishes and one soup at 4:50.

"Miss Le, it's hard for you. Have a cup of tea and some snacks before you leave."

When Letong took off her apron and walked out of the kitchen, her aunt apologetically handed her a cup of hot tea. On the tea table, there were exquisite snacks and cakes.

"Auntie, you are too polite. This is my job. There is no saying that hard work is not hard."

Letong took two sips of tea, she said this is not to make aunt better, but the real idea in her heart.

Cooking for Ji Rui is no different from working in Ji's office. It's just that she changed the content and place of her work. It's no different for her.

Letong stood and drank most of the tea, put the cup on the tea table, bent over to put on the coat and scarf that she had just taken off, "Auntie, I'm gone, goodbye!"

As he turned and walked out, he couldn't help looking at the photo of father and son.

About half an hour after Letong left, Ji Rui led Ji Baobao into the door.

"Wow, it smells good! Daddy, what do you make for me? "

As soon as Ji Baobao enters the door, he sniffs like a dog and smells the food. Before he can change his shoes, he throws away Ji Rui's hand and rushes into the dining room.

“WOW，WOW！…… Daddy, that's very kind of you! You asked that grandmother to make me fish eggs and roast wings again Soon, Ji Baobao's exaggerated cry came out of the dining room.

Ji Rui was stunned. It took him a long time to remember that when he went on an outing, the baby kept asking who made the food. He was annoyed when he was asked and said that an old woman helped to make it.

Ji Rui listens to the baby's son yelling happily. A smile floats between his heroic eyebrows. When he turns into the dining room and sees Ji Baobao's appearance, he can't help frowning.

Ji Baobao's shoes are left on both sides of the dining room one by one. The owner of the shoes is kneeling on the chair and lying on the dining table with a roasted wing in his hand.

The corners of his mouth were covered with sticky juice, and his mouth murmured vaguely, "well... Good CI (eat)... Good ci..."

Ji Rui can't laugh or cry when he looks like he's been hungry for hundreds of years.

"Baby, wash your hands first!" Ji Rui walked over and said angrily. He put his hand under his arm to hold him down.

At this time is delicious in the mouth of Ji Baobao, who is willing to leave? Wei Yang raised his head and died in Ji Rui's arms. His eyelashes as long as a fan flickered and blinked a few times. His watery eyes looked at Ji Rui like a little dog.

"Daddy... The baby is so hungry..." the little dog said, shaking his head and tail, rubbing uneasily in Ji Rui's arms. At the same time, he didn't forget to tear the delicious roasted wings. The corners of his lips and chin were made greasy and dirty by the sauce.

Ji Rui has a slight habit of cleanliness. He wanted to harden his heart and pull Ji Baobao into the washroom, but he couldn't harden his heart to his poor little eyes. He had no choice but to let him go. He took a basin of warm water from the washroom, put it on the table, twisted a towel and spread it out in front of Ji Baobao.

"Come on, wipe your face first."

Ji Baobao is very reluctant to take away the roast wings. He laughs twice and buries his face into Ji Rui's big palm. His face arches into the wet towel like a groundhog. Then he raises his face and laughs twice at Ji Rui, "Daddy, it's dry!"

Without waiting for Ji Rui to say anything, Ji Baobao has put the roasted wings back into his mouth.

Ji Rui stares at his baby's cat like face and shakes his head helplessly. He washes the dirty towel clean. He holds the back of his head with one hand and wipes it from his red face to his dirty mouth with the other. Ji Baobao is very cooperative. Anyway, he eats his food and Ji Rui wipes it.

Ji Baobao's skin seems to be very thin. There is a red mark on the place that has been wiped by the towel. Ji Rui can't help but lighten his strength and flick his finger across Ji Baobao's face, which makes him feel familiar. Ji Rui's thoughts drifted in an instant. He recalled that his fingertips passed over Letong's skin that night. It was almost the same feeling as now.

Realizing that he recalls that night uncontrollably, Ji Rui shakes his head, suppresses those thoughts and looks down at his son.

"Grandfather Li didn't let anyone bake it for you?"

He doesn't understand. Didn't Letong tell the ingredients and methods of materials in great detail on the phone that day? Why does this smelly boy say it's not delicious no matter who makes it? He has to eat it made by Letong himself to make it so delicious?

Is it difficult? What did Letong add to the food?

But how is that possible? That day, Letong was forced to take home by herself. What she used was all the things he bought and the things at home. Even if she really wanted to add something, she couldn't do it.

After careful analysis, Ji Rui can't help laughing at his suspiciousness.