Chapter 7 (2/2)

”Aunt's craft is no worse than mine.” Ruan Su pushed him and said angrily, ”I'm starving. Let go quickly!”

When the housekeeper saw Ruan Su wearing an apron and entering the kitchen, he smiled. ”Madam, the ingredients have been added to the fridge.”

”OK.” Ruan Su gave him a gentle smile.

The housekeeper uncle followed Bo Xingzhi for many years and knew the man's appetite best. The young master always said he was not picky about food and refused to admit that he was a eater.

This makes all those who come to Bo's house, whether aunts or cooks, feel a headache.

It's either salty or sweet, spicy or sour.

Western food is too troublesome and the daily food is too light

I'm not interested in any cuisine.

The strictness of eating is appalling.

But such a man still insists that he is not picky about food at all.

Every time an aunt or cook came to ask what to eat, he always said calmly, it doesn't matter.

The young master's grumpy and cold temper makes people couldn't help but want to throw him into outer space to live and die.

Obviously, it doesn't matter. When it's really served on the table, it's necessary to break the plate and bowl: what kind of garbage can I eat?

Therefore, young master Bo's stomach is really hard to serve.

The housekeeper broke his heart in order to let the young master eat more.

Because the young master's heinous picky eating has also left the root of the disease. It's even more common to have a stomachache in the middle of the night.

Until four years ago, the young master got married and married his wife back.

My wife is not only gentle, but also good at cooking. She is comparable to Michelin chef. No, she is even better than Michelin chef!