Opening the refrigerator, Jiang Ji originally thought that there would be nothing, or that all the ingredients had to be prepared in advance. Unexpectedly, the refrigerator was full of ingredients, everything was available, and there was no shortage of anything.

It seems that even if Wen Shiqing doesn't live here, there will still be nanny aunts who come to change the ingredients in the refrigerator every day, because these look too fresh, and Assistant Yang has to do grocery shopping after work, and Wen ShiqingIt is even more impossible to condescend to go shopping for vegetables.

Thinking of Wen Shiqing walking in the supermarket, Jiang already felt a little chilly, and felt out of place no matter what.

So he got Wen Shiqing's consent and prepared to make two servings of chicken shredded noodles, which happened to be enough ingredients.

Wen Shiqing was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, his legs were crossed, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses were clipped on the bridge of his nose. He looked at Jiang Ji who was busy in the kitchen, and sighed slightly incomprehensibly: "Uncle treats you,Can't you go out and eat?"

Jiang had already got his head out of the kitchen. He heard the exclamation clearly, and immediately showed a doggy smile: "It's not just time, I want my uncle to try my handicraft."

Wen Shiqing shook her head helplessly: "You can do whatever you like."

Jiang already smiled, turned his head back to the kitchen, the smile on his face collapsed in a second.

Do you think Grandpa likes to serve people?

He felt malicious in his heart, and at the last step, he intentionally put a lot of salt, he almost poured the whole bag of salt in, while covering the other bowl of noodles he wanted to eat with some noodles to cover it up.

Who likes to cook?It's not for revenge on Wen Shiqing, a big-tailed wolf.

Whether it's an illusion or not, Jiang Ji doesn't feel that he is a person who likes to be treated like a dog, and sometimes a man's intuition is very accurate.

So he was more willing to believe that a ghost like Wen Shiqing in human skin really regarded him as a little thing to play with.

If you don't let out this bad breath, you probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

Besides, it's true that he hasn't made chicken shredded noodles for a long time, and it's normal to add too much salt. Wen Shiqing can't be fussy with a kid like him, right?

The smile on Jiang Ji's face gradually widened, and he walked towards the living room with a noodle bowl in his hand.

Wen Shiqing put down the evening paper in his hand, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, but he didn't seem to be able to recover quickly, and a mist covered his eyes.

He suddenly raised his hand to stop Jiang Ji's movement, his voice hoarse: "Don't move."

Jiang Ji subconsciously paused and his throat tightened, thinking that his petty tricks had been discovered.

"What's the matter, Uncle Wen?" He asked in a low voice, like a kitten in crisis, meowing weakly, as if acting like a spoiled child, his tail fell on the tip of his heart with a sweep.

Wen Shiqing narrowed his gaze slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes became clear again.

He coughed lightly, rolled the tip of his throat, smiled lightly, and said without beginning and end: "Very cute."

Jiang Ji: "?"

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes were round and shy: "Did Uncle Wen say I'm cute?"

Wen Shiqing raised her eyebrows: "Uncle praised Xiaojiang's shoes for being cute."

His eyes moved down and landed on the pair of slippers with kitten ears, as if he was extremely satisfied with his choice of such a pair of slippers.

"I like you very much." He said sincerely.

Jiang's head was full of black lines, he laughed dryly: "Really, I also think these slippers suit you very well, Uncle."

Wen Shiqing: "Children should be mild-tempered, and don't get angry at every turn."

He smiled gently and indulgently: "If you like uncle's clothes, uncle can also buy another pair."

Under Jiang Ji's surprised gaze, he slowly opened his lips in distress and said, "Even if you wear the same style, if people look at you, you will inevitably misunderstand our relationship."

Jiang Ji's mind froze, and he said, "Is father and son related?"

Can't it?At Wen Shiqing's age, no matter how outrageous he was, he would not be mistaken for a father-son relationship.

I don't know if it was Jiang Ji's delusion. When he said this, Wen Shiqing seemed to pause for a while before smiling: "Maybe it's a couple relationship."

Jiang Ji: "..."

He thought unceremoniously, it's a good thing he didn't drink water, otherwise he could spray Wen Shiqing all over his face.

"Uncle Wen, eat noodles. Try the noodles I made." He handed the chopsticks to Wen Shiqing, pushed the shredded chicken noodles in front of Wen Shiqing, and stopped continuing the unnutritious topic just now.

Wen Shiqing was also very interesting and followed Jiang Ji's words to change the subject.

He held the chopsticks in one hand, and under Jiang Ji's expectant gaze, he lowered his head and picked up the shredded chicken noodles.

After a little taste, the man chewed slowly without even frowning.After a while, under Jiang Ji's expectant eyes, he showed some appreciation.

"The workmanship is good. It seems that Mu Cheng has accumulated a lot of good fortune in his previous life." He wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, his movements graceful.

Jiang was stunned for a moment, and frowned, feeling that something was wrong, he took his own chopsticks and picked up some noodles in his bowl.

He dubiously bit it into his mouth, the noodles broke between his teeth, and the salty taste filled the tip of his tongue instantly, his face turned from white to green, and he immediately picked up the water next to him and drank half a cup of water to get rid of the salty taste.

Wen Shiqing looked at him leisurely, saw that he was drinking in a hurry, and advised him very gently: "Drink slowly."

Jiang already tightened his fingertips, and he kept squeezing his own fingers so that he could manage to stabilize his almost broken face: "Uncle Wen..."

He lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes trembled uneasily, with a look of self-blame and guilt: "I'm really sorry Uncle Wen, my poor craftsmanship caused you to eat like this. I just wanted Uncle Wen to taste mineculinary…”

Wen Shiqing smiled calmly: "I'm sorry, I think this side is quite delicious. Xiao Jiang's cooking skills are good, and it suits my appetite."

Jiang already blinked, leaned forward, lay down on the table, and looked up innocently into Wen Shiqing's eyes: "Uncle Wen, you won't blame me, will you? Don't be angry with me, I'm notOn purpose, I'll learn it next time, and cook for Uncle Wen after I've learned it, okay?"

He pretended to be an innocent and pitiful white lotus.

It is said that this kind of lotus language is the easiest to soften people's hearts.

Wen Shiqing laughed, and gently patted Jiang Ji's head with his broad palm: "Sit down well, didn't uncle say that he likes to eat? How could he blame you."

Jiang had been slapped on the head, and he felt that Wen Shiqing didn't want to simply touch his head at this moment, but wanted to press his head into a noodle bowl, but fortunately, he is a gentleman elder, so he wouldn't do such a thing.product thing.

His eyes lit up, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he pursed his lips cautiously, with two pear dimples on the corners of his lips, a little happy: "Does uncle really like it? Then uncle eat more!"

As he spoke, he pushed the noodle bowl in front of Wen Shiqing, and looked at Wen Shiqing expectantly.

Wen Shiqing dried it, sandwiched the noodles, and ate it without changing expression.

When the bowl bottomed out, Jiang Ji's mouth was wide enough to stuff an egg into.

This is not scientific!

How can this be a fairy!This is obviously a devil...