Chapter 975 (2/2)

”Eh, you are such a child. Why do you eat such a little?” In the Ming Dynasty, yunuzui was born.

Yan nai'er is also helpless, ”then I put the soup in the pot, you want to be hungry to eat downstairs.”

”I see.” Wide wide suit, Ming Jinyan walking, but feel pain all over, his body a stiff, bear the pain to continue to go upstairs.

An hour later, Ming Jinyan has finished his work. He quickly turns off the computer, reaches out his hand and knocks it on the desktop. Thinking about it, he goes downstairs to drink soup.

It's delicious.

When mingjinyan finished drinking, he peeped curiously. What are the ingredients in the pot?

Are these ingredients, together with the staple food and some water, soup?

Once upon a time, Ming Jinyan didn't want to go into the kitchen, but today he does.

”Son, what are you doing?” Yan nai'er also calculates the time and prepares to make hot soup for his son, but he doesn't want Ming Jinyan to make trouble in the kitchen.

”Mom, you're a good craftsman.” After boasting, Ming Jinyan asked, ”how to make this soup?”

”Eh?” Yan nai'er asked, ”if you want to drink, I'll make it for you.”

Mingjinyan face not red, breathless said, ”I may have to go on a business trip in two days, I want to do it myself.”

”You can book directly with a familiar hotel, and you can give it to the secretary or assistant. You don't have to come by yourself.” Where is his turn to cook? Yan nai'er shook his head with a smile.

Not everyone wants to seal the city to learn how to cook for his family. Yan nai'er doesn't know why Ming Jinyan learned how to cook.

”Well, I have a friend in the hospital. I want to send some.” Ming Jinyan continues to talk nonsense.

”Which friend? Which hospital do you live in? ” Yan nai'er couldn't understand it. He asked a few more questions subconsciously.

”It's from the mall.” Mingjinyan grabs her hair and opens the refrigerator, ”Mom, you can teach me how to cook.”

”Er...” Yan nai'er didn't know what expression to give. Besides, his son was hurt all over. Why did he learn to cook?

”Next time, I'll teach you when you get better.” Maybe the son just three minutes heat bar, Yan Naier or did not agree.

But she carefully thought, no, although the son is a Muggle, not much, but what he wants to do, generally adhere to.

Sure enough, Ming Jinyan said unremittingly, ”Mom, you can teach a little tonight. Maybe you can't catch up in two days.”

”What can't catch up?” Yan nai'er's whole life has been hoodwinked.

Ming Jinyan looked down at those vegetables, unable to start, and then holding a knife, looks very funny.

Woman's intuition tells Yan nai'er that mingjinyan has something hidden in her heart.

However, learning to cook is not a bad thing, Yan Naier finally nodded and agreed, ”then I'll teach you a stir fry today.”

Ming Jinyan suddenly thought of something, he said, ”Mom, teach me to fry steak.”