Chapter 214： This soup is mine

An Ruixin also walked out of the kitchen when she heard the movement. She saw Mu Wanrong and a few people. She was taken aback and smiled slightly: "This is my uncle, aunt, and Grandpa Ji. Hello, I'm An Ruixin. "

Mu Wanrong's eyes lit up slightly after seeing An Ruixin, and she was about to say "Xinxin", but she was slightly startled when she heard An Ruixin say hello to a few people.

I immediately remembered that Ji Chengze had confessed to them some time ago that this was a recording show, and the two of them were just...imaginary couples in the show.

Obviously they are real lovers, but they have to pretend to be fake in front of the camera. To put it bluntly, they both want to hide from others and show affection with others in an open and honest manner.

My own son is really fake and cold, really boring!

"This is Miss Ann. I heard Cheng Ze mentioned you. During this time, Cheng Ze will take care of you."

An Ruixin was a little worried at the beginning that a few people would show off, but she was relieved when she heard that, and smiled: "Auntie is polite, I can't talk about taking care of me. Cheng Ze took care of me more during this time."

"That's good, that's good."

Grandpa Ji is also an old kid. Although he doesn’t look down on such small means as the reality show, he is still willing to cooperate with the young people’s little taste occasionally. He laughed and said, "Miss An, I’m right. Is it okay for you to be happy?"

"of course can."

"Na Xinxin, Cheng Ze just said that you made today's lunch by yourself, is it true?"

An Ruixin was stunned, turned her head and glanced at Ji Chengze.

Ji Chengze turned away, and did not look at An Ruixin.

An Ruixin immediately seemed to understand something, her mouth twitched, and she said embarrassedly: "Yes...Yes, I don't have much to know, so I want to cook a meal for everyone. You should be hungry, right? Shall we eat first?"

"Then eat first, eat first."

The old man gave an order, An Ruixin turned and went into the kitchen to serve food, and Ji Chengze also followed like a little tail.

"Don't go in. The vegetables inside have just been fried, and the smell of oily smoke is heavy."

"So many dishes, can you serve it alone?"

An Ruixin was taken aback, and thought of this way: "...then just wait for me at the door, and I will show it to you."

"it is good."

Taking into account the number of Ji’s family and the tastes of each person, An Ruixin made six dishes and two soups, including cold cucumber, fish-flavored eggplant, braised lion’s head, braised prawns, kung pao chicken, and fish head with chopped pepper. There are also winter melon pork ribs soup, and Ji Chengze's heart-to-hearted portion of boiled wolfberry and raw fish soup.

The Ji family saw that although the dishes on this table were all ordinary home-cooked dishes, the color and the scent that wafted from the color and lustre made people move their index fingers and couldn't help but want to drool.

Mu Wanrong is also a ten-finger who doesn’t touch the sun’s spring water. Seeing the rich dishes on this table, she couldn’t help but admire: “Do you cook this table yourself?”

"Yes, but Narazawa can help."

"Chengze can help too!" Mu Wanrong looked at Ji Chengze teasingly, only to find that her son was staring at the pot of soup in front of him intently, and was immediately interested.

"This soup..." Mu Wanrong intended to ask what is special about this soup?

Who knows that as soon as she spoke, Ji Chengze’s eyes flashed, and he pulled the soup closer to him very quickly, and said coldly: "This soup belongs to me."

An Ruixin and everyone present: "..."