"Xiao Fei is so good that it hurts." Ye Xiaomo raised his face, "so don't listen to Wang zishuai's mother's words and misunderstand Xiao Fei."

Zhao Gushen felt as if something was stuck in his throat. After a long time, he said in a dumb voice, "OK."

Ye Fei doesn't know the conversation between Zhao Gushen and ye Xiaomo in the living room.

She is preparing dinner.

Anyway, it's to thank Zhao Gushen.

Whether ye Xiaomo left the kindergarten alone before, Zhao Gushen asked people to contact her, or signed up for the cooking competition, which gave her many exceptions, or suddenly appeared in the kindergarten today to support them.

Ye Fei knows that Zhao Gushen doesn't have to support them at all.

For a person who has just met him, Zhao Gushen has no such obligation.

But he did.

If Zhao Gushen had not been here today, it would not have been so easy to deal with Wang zishuai's mother.

The principal will not be on their side.

Therefore, ye Fei is very grateful to Zhao Gushen.

It's true to want to repay him. It's not nice, but I don't know what Zhao Gushen can see.

It's rare for Zhao Gushen to give her this opportunity. Naturally, she has to make a meal carefully.

As ye Fei prepares the food materials available at home, she orders them online in the supermarket. In less than an hour, someone delivers them to her door.

It's faster than going to the supermarket.

There's plum sauce in the fridge that she made before.

Ye Xiaomo likes to eat, especially when eating roast chicken.

This time, ye Fei plans to spread plum sauce on the surface of the chicken instead of honey.

She marinated the chicken first, afraid that the flavor of the marinated chicken would not be enough in the afternoon, so she added some sauce.

Sauce is mixed with fresh plum cooked together, and then mash the plum in the sauce to make the plum juice more rich.

In the living room to smell the sweet and sour plum fruit, Zhao Gushen resolutely abandoned Ye Xiaomo, came to the kitchen.

Ye Xiaomo immediately "pedal pedal pedal" behind Zhao Gushen, firmly do a no regrets light bulb, illuminate the whole room.

Unfortunately, his legs are not long enough and his speed is not fast enough.

Zhao Gushen opens the door of the kitchen and goes in. At the last second, he mercilessly blocks Ye Xiaomo out of the door.

Ye Xiaomo

"What are you doing? It's sweet. " Zhao Gushen goes to Ye Fei.

Zhao Gushen's voice suddenly rings out in his ear, which makes Ye Fei jump.

Subconsciously turned to see the past, but did not expect, Zhao Gushen even stand so close.

As soon as she looked up, she was facing Zhao Gushen's low face.

I don't know if it's the illusion of being too nervous. Ye Fei thinks that Zhao Gushen's face is too close to her.

If you're not careful, you'll run into it.

Ye Fei busily lowered her head and flushed her uncomfortable cheek: "I'm making plum roast chicken."

"Meizi roast chicken?" Zhao Gushen really hasn't tried.

Ye Fei quickly put her attention on the chopping board. As soon as she bowed her head, she showed her red ears.

Zhao Gushen looked at it and couldn't help but bow his head to get closer.

Ye Fei did not check, but also bowed to explain: "because it's hot now, so I want to make some sweet and sour appetizers."

Say, ye Fei will be pickled and mashed plum meat sauce, all stuffed into the stomach of the chicken.

Two more slices of lemon.

"Because the curing time is short, it can only taste like this." Ye Fei lowers her head and explains.