Chapter 339： Group pet

Qiao Shiwan handed her a glass of iced juice and said: "Lunch will be ready for a while. Aunt Jinwan gave the servants a vacation and cooks herself personally. She will feed me later."

While she was, she stretched out her hand to sort out the shredded hair on the side of Qian Mian, her eyes were a kind of affection.

The gentle middle-aged voice slowly said: "Your aunt Wan's craftsmanship is better than that of a chef. If you are used to eating her, you will not look down on anything else. Today, uncle is for the sake of talking about you, so that you can eat so much at once. Something."

Feng Can, who was about to bite an apple, raised his hand silently: "I have objections. Dad is purely biased with personal feelings. I think my brother’s food is the best, followed by the chef at home. It's my mother."

Stop, looking at Tang Qianfan: "Right?"

Qian Miao held the soft Samoyed Lu in his arms and replied: "Aunt Wan's is the best."

Feng Can pouted: "You should check your taste."

Qian Miao ignored him, smiled, and continued to play the dog.

The mood is leisurely, very good.

Suddenly, she watched Qiao Shiwan working alone in the kitchen, walking around in order to find something, she immediately got up and walked over, after washing her hands, she took the initiative to wash the dishes.

The seal coming out of the bathroom saw this scene, and raised his eyebrows, and said anxiously: "Miscellaneous, put it down, girls don't need to do this, let your brother Xian do it for a while, be good, go and sit down."

Qiao Shiwan turned around and hurriedly pushed her out and smiled: "Go and play a game with A Can. Just ask your brother Xian to come in and help me."

Qianmiao felt embarrassed and said, "It's okay, I just want to learn."

"Do you want to learn to cook?" Qiao Shiwan opened her eyes.

Qianmiao's eyes flashed for a second, and then he nodded unsteadily.

In fact, she is not interested in cooking, she is more interested in eating.

But today, she really wants to learn.

One more skill is not a bad thing.

Happily, Feng Xian changed his clothes and walked in. Qiao Shiwan's eyes rolled, and a smirk was pursed at the corner of her mouth.

"Axian, come in quickly, you also show your hands today, mother hasn't eaten your cooking for a long time."

"I want to eat too, right?" Qiao Shiwan turned her head and smiled.

Qianmiao looked down at the woman's friendly smile, and couldn't help nodding.

Feng Xian silently put on his apron and walked in.

The kitchen is very large, and Qiao Shiwan is cooking vegetables on the side. The two of them are standing by the sink with their backs to her, one washing the vegetables and the other cutting vegetables.

Qianmiao was about to chop vegetables, but he was arrested.

He handed her a potato and two bell peppers.

"Wash slowly, don't worry."

Qian Miao raised her eyes, trying to roll her eyes.

"This sounds like to a child."

Feng Xian chuckled: "Aren't you just a child?"

"Do you admit that you are old?" Qian Ling said not surprisingly endlessly.

Feng Xian's smile froze.

Qian Miao hooked her lips, took the washed potatoes in her hands, and walked to him: "Try me."

He just cut the **** shreds again, very skillfully, and it looks very fun.

Feng Xian caught her and moved out of the room.

Qian Miao recalled the way he had just done it, pressing the potatoes with one hand and the catch with the other and began to slice it.

Cut it down, it seems to be okay, but the thickness of each piece is uneven.

"I teach you?" Feng Xian asked.

"School" Qianmiao didn't hold on, he wouldn't be.

Fengxian stood behind her, covered her hand with the handle of the knife, and wrapped his other hand around her, pressing the potato.

Qianmiao felt the cells all over his body shrink, and his breathing tightened.

She didn't expect it to be taught by hand.

(Fortunately, is this family happy? Anyway, I'm sour~)