When we got downstairs, the aroma started to waft from the kitchen.
The two men and two women who followed Xiao Fubao and the others downstairs couldn't help but exclaimed: "It smells so good."
As soon as he heard what they said, Xiao Fubao immediately turned around to promote his own products: "It's not just delicious! The curry chicken made by Uncle Song and the stewed chicken made by Uncle Ji are both super delicious!"
Ji Yucheng and Song Nanchen, who were still cooking in the kitchen, had already heard Xiao Fubao's unabashed admiration for themselves, and they couldn't help laughing.
"Hahahaha, it's such an honor to receive such a high evaluation." Song Nanchen turned to look at Sang Yu and joked.
Ji Yucheng also laughed: "Finally, I have a kid who can praise my cooking. My Duo Le never speaks when he eats my cooking, no matter whether it tastes good or not. It makes me think that I cook it myself."
It’s not delicious.”
Sang Yu: "..." I won't say who is envious.
I have never praised my daughter.
It seems that I have to cook a dish today so that my daughter can praise me.
But if you actually do it, you can really see the difference.
Ji Yucheng and Song Nanchen have already made several dishes, while Sang Yu is still staring at the pot in a daze.
Only then did he suddenly realize that he didn't know how to cook. Even his own son knew how to cook but he didn't.
[Hahahaha, the actor is slapped in the face, the actor cannot cook. 】
[Also, the Sang family has a big business, so there is no need to know how to cook. Just hire a nanny, chef or something.]
[Actor Sang was very unhappy when he was not praised by his daughter!]
Ji Yucheng, who was on the side, saw his embarrassment and spoke to help him: "Mr. Sang, why don't you come over and help me wash and cut the vegetables? I'm too busy by myself."
"good."
Only then did Sang Yu give up the idea of using his own cooking to praise his daughter. Since he couldn't cook, it would be bad if his daughter had a bad stomach.
Half an hour later, plates of exquisite and fragrant dishes were brought to the table.
"Come on, come on, it's time to eat."
With Song Nanchen's words, everyone in the living room swarmed into the dining room, as if a group of zombies were attacking.
"Wow, it smells really good!"
"I smell sweet and sour pork, and braised pork."
“With so many kinds of cuisines, I feel like I’ve come to the right place this time.”
"That's right, it would be nice if I could stay a few more days."
"..."
[Oh my god, this is so rich! If two people spend more than 400 yuan each with so many cuisines, it’s really not expensive! I’m envious!]
[Yeah, this looks really cheap! I wonder if the people who refused to come in today will regret seeing so many dishes. 】
[If it were me, I would definitely regret it. But it doesn’t matter. Anyway, there are still 6 days left, so there is still a chance to move in. 】
After Ji Yucheng brought the last plate of food, he glanced at everyone and found that four seats were empty, so he asked, "Hey? Where are Sang Mizhou and the three new girls?"
"Oh, Ah Wan said he needs to catch up on his sleep, so there's no need to call him for lunch. I'll call the three girls." Sang Yanzhou put down his chopsticks and stood up to go upstairs.
Little Fubao immediately followed: "Brother, wait for Fubao, Fubao will go too!"
Sang Yanzhou stopped and turned around to wait for her: "Don't run so fast, be careful of falling."
Xiao Fubao ran to Sang Yanzhou and took his hand, "No way!"
Sang Yanzhou smiled without saying a word and led her upstairs.