The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 66 Calling Wu Wanqing

"What can you do?"

Wang Luoqi pouted and said, "I won't let you cook tomorrow anyway, it's not up for discussion."

"Even if I cook, Grandma Wen shouldn't think too much about it."

"It's quite normal for children to cook, that is, the living conditions have improved now. If it were in the past, I would be able to cook at my age, but not too much."

This Wen Yan did not lie.

In adolescence in his previous life, whenever he slept late in the morning, his mother would often talk to him about how diligent he was when he was a child.

Her parents and brothers were busy earning work points in the fields. In order to help ease the burden on the family, she learned to cook at the age of five or six.

Moreover, it still uses a soil stove that needs to burn its own fire.

In the end, I have to end with that classic sentence - if my mother is so diligent, she will definitely not give birth to a son like you, [-]% of the time it was wrong in the hospital.

"A lot? Why didn't I hear about it?" Wang Luoxi blinked.

The society is developing, the economy is progressing, and children are enjoying more and more happiness.

However, Wen Yan did not discuss this with Wang Luoqi. She had lived in a metropolis like Modu since she was a child, and she probably had never seen a soil stove.

Seeing the worry on the girl's face, Wen Yan patiently persuaded:
"Sister Luo Qi, are you treating me well? I know it well. Cooking is just a small matter. I'll make it clear to Grandma Wen."

"It's not that I don't know how to cook. I just haven't done it for a long time. Some of my hands are born. I'm worried that I can't cook well." Wang Luoqi still supported himself.

She didn't want to lose her face in front of Wen Yan.

She is so big, but she can't even cook, which affects her perfect image in the eyes of the little guy.

After thinking for a while, Wang Luoqi's eyes lit up slightly. She raised her snow-white chin and said:

"Why don't I hire a housekeeping aunt and let her cook tomorrow."

With her social resources, one night is enough for her to arrange everything properly.

She swiped her finger on the screen, turned to the contact interface, and wanted to dial Li Yiyi, so that she could quickly find herself a qualified aunt.

"and many more."

Wen Yan held down the back of the girl's hand, preventing her from making calls.

Wang Luoxi was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Sister Luo Qi, this is too troublesome."

Wen Yan expressed her worries:
"It's easy to find a housekeeping aunt, but she doesn't know the situation at home at all, and we haven't gotten along with each other, so it's definitely not natural to get along."

"Why don't you just let her cook a meal, do you still need to get in touch with such a simple thing?" Wang Luoxi was a little puzzled.

Hearing this sentence, Wen Yan almost laughed, but it's such a simple thing, you won't!

However, if the girl turned her face, he naturally wouldn't say it.

Looking at the girl, he asked the doubts in his heart:
"Sister Luo Qi, you want to show grandma Wen a warm family atmosphere."

"Yes." Wang Luoxi nodded.

In fact, she wanted Wen Yan to truly experience this kind of warmth.

Moreover, she has been working hard in this direction.

Wen Yan hits the mark directly: "How can there be outsiders in the warm family atmosphere?"

"This." Wang Luoqi was stunned for a moment.

She pursed her lips and said a little discouraged: "What should I do then?"

"If you want me to tell me, what we are usually like, what we will be like tomorrow, because the atmosphere of our home is very warm." Wen Yan expressed his true thoughts.

"No." Wang Luoqi still disagreed.

Although she felt that it was really warm for the little guy to cook for her, she also liked this feeling very much.

But in the eyes of outsiders, these eight achievements are abuse.

From Wen Yan's performance these days, Wang Luoxi can see that he respects Mrs. Wen very much.

And from what he often said, "Grandma Wen once said *****".

She could also feel the old man's love for the little guy.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have taught him so much.

So she didn't want Mrs. Wen to have any bad thoughts about her.

After thinking about it for a while, she said hesitantly, "Why don't you let me cook tomorrow."

Wang Luoqi felt that cooking should be very simple, and a little guy of five or six years old could cook so deliciously.

Wouldn't it be okay to do it for her?

Her learning ability is very strong, otherwise she would not have been admitted to Yanda, the top university in the country, at the age of 12.

Wen Yan was a little dumbfounded: "Are you here to cook?"

Wang Luoxi pulled Wen Yan in front of him, pinched his fat little face, and threatened, "Why not?"

"Okay, okay, let go." Wen Yan said softly.

But he was still a little worried. He was afraid that if the girl made some dark dishes tomorrow, she would send Mrs. Wen away.

After all, the old man is old and can't stand the toss.

After getting rid of the girl's claws, he asked seriously:
"Sister Luo Qi, do you really want to cook?"

"Of course." The girl was quite proud.

Wen Yan subconsciously took two steps back.

It doesn't mean anything, he's just a little dizzy.

Seeing that the girl insisted, Wen Yan couldn't say more, what if Wang Luoxi was really such a talented player.

After that, wouldn't he be able to be lazy?

Although he has his own character, he doesn't want to be supported by rich women and eat that kind of disgusting soft rice.

But once in a while, a life where clothes come to stretch out your hands and meals come to open your mouth should not be bad.

He didn't want to eat soft rice, he just criticized with the spirit of Shennong.

But for the sake of the old lady's health, Wen Yan felt that he still had to go to the next level, and he said:

"Sister Luo Qi, you said that you haven't cooked for a long time, and some of your hands are born. Why don't you practice tonight."

"Okay, I think so too." Wang Luoxi narrowed his eyes.

Wen Yan's proposal hit her heart.

Although she is confident in her learning ability, she does not think she can teach herself without a teacher.

After all, the accumulation of any knowledge requires a teacher to preach and be taught.

And tonight, the little guy in front of her is her teacher.

She will definitely study hard.

So Wang Luoqi said:

"I haven't done it for a long time, maybe I'm a little unfamiliar. You have to remind my sister."

"Okay." Wen Yan nodded.

He felt that his craftsmanship should be regarded as a qualified teacher.

……

After an hour and a half.

kitchen.

"Slow down, slow down."

"It's overflowing, it's overflowing."

"What kind of tissue do you use, be careful with hot hands, use a rag?"

Looking at the overflowing rice porridge, Wen Yan had the urge to cover his face silently, so he went to the toilet to let the girl watch the pot, and the porridge overflowed.

But she still took a tissue to wipe it, and it was hot enough.

As for, why teach her to cook rice porridge instead of cooking?
In the trash can, the defective products that are almost overflowing are the fruits of the girl's labor tonight.

Looking at the messed up meal, Wang Luoxi was a little angry, she looked at Wen Yan and hummed:
"You're teaching something useless tonight!"

She would not admit that her hands-on ability was too poor, and she clearly remembered all the details of Wen Yan's words.

But when it comes to doing it herself, she will make mistakes in her busy schedule.

"I won't allow you to belittle yourself like this!"

Wen Yan was also a little angry at the girl's clumsiness.

Wang Luoqi: "********"

Wen Yan: "********"

5 minute later.

living room.

The two of them, who had finished venting, lay on their backs on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Wen Yan felt that his dream of reaching out for food and opening his mouth was shattered.

Wang Luoqi felt that he should not let the old lady eat at home.

Just pour her a glass of boiled water, what kind of bicycle do you need!
After a while, Wen Yan turned to look at the girl beside him and asked:
"Aunt Wu, can she cook?"

　Handicapped.

　　From the afternoon to the present, I have written [-] words.

　　Overestimate yourself.

　　But men just can't say no.

　　There must be three shifts today.

　　I continue to write.

　　It might be a little late, so don't wait.

　　Monthly pass, recommendation ticket, investment, brothers, please give me the next-click three-link.

　　muah.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)