C19 Bullied Him into Reading too Little

No way, he was going to cook for her?

"No …"

Before Bai Sheng could finish her sentence, Ou Jingheng had already turned around and said, "Eat the noodles, the porridge has been cooking for too long."

When Bai Sheng chased after him, she saw Ou Jingheng rummaging in the cabinet. Then she saw the mess of the entrances. The corner of Bai Sheng's mouth twitched. Her boss had torn down all the doors to her house.

Since they couldn't argue back, Bai Sheng gave up. She already owed him a favor, so she wouldn't owe him another one even if she ate another meal.

Bai Sheng went back to her room to lie down. Her feet were still soft, but the temperature had dropped.

There was a loud clang in the kitchen, and the two of them got up and peeked through the kitchen door.

"I accidentally knocked it off." Ou Jingheng answered without a hint of guilt.

"Ugh …" "Director Ou, it's better if I do it, or we order takeout." Bai Sheng suggested carefully.

Ou Jingheng looked at Bai Sheng, who was still holding a drop in one hand and a drop in the other, and said, "You still have a hand to cook? "When the takeout is here, you can eat all the noodles." Ou Jingheng continued to rummage through the cabinet. Where did you put the noodles? "

Qianqian ran over and handed the noodles to Ou Jingheng in a cupboard. Her big eyes were sparkling.

Ou Jingheng patted Qianqian's head in praise with one hand and took the colorful noodles that were not even as long as his palm with the other. Although he was expressionless, his eyes were filled with curiosity.

This is noodles? Don't bully him for reading too little.

To his knowledge, the noodles were all white and then as long as chopsticks.

Bai Sheng saw his blank stare and knew that he didn't know anything about children's noodles. She could only stifle a smile and said, "I rarely eat noodles, so when I want to eat, I always eat noodles with Qianqian."

"Don't worry, you're letting her eat all these colourful things at such a young age?" Ou Jingheng was a bit angry.

Bai Sheng smiled. Qianqian was her biological daughter, and she cared more about her health than anyone else. " "Don't worry, these are all noodles made from vegetable juice, so they have a color."

"You go lie down." Ou Jingheng sent out the "expel" order with a sullen face and then faced the operating console. He didn't want her to see his clumsy appearance.

Bai Sheng responded and called Qianqian over, pulling her away. Before she left, she stealthily turned around and glanced at Ou Jingheng.

She saw him put the casserole on the stove and wondered how to fire.

Bai Sheng took another look at the still sorry looking entrance. For the sake of her kitchen and for his sake at the same time, Bai Sheng knelt down and whispered softly into Qianqian's ear.

"Uncle Jingheng." A soft voice sounded from below.

Ou Jingheng lowered his head and saw Qianqian looking at him with her bright eyes. His heart softened.

By all rights, she should have called him Uncle Ou, presumably because Jingjiu had taught her to call him Uncle Jingheng. Ou Jingheng ignored the details of the article and let her call him whatever she wanted.

"Daddy is using this pot." Qianqian pointed to a small milk pot in the kitchen cabinet.

Ou Jingheng picked up the small milk wok with Qianqian's finger. It was the size of his palm, how much could it be boiled?

However, he still followed Qianqian's instructions and changed the pot.

"More than half the water." Qianqian continued.

Ou Jingheng smiled and cuddled her up, "You little brat, how do you know?"

"Daddy taught me. I watch him cook noodles for me every day." Qianqian proudly lifted her chin.

"Qianqian is so smart. How about Qianqian Sect's uncle cooking? " Ou Jingheng scratched her nose, causing her to giggle in annoyance.

Ou Jingheng held her in one arm and poured water into the pot with the other.

Under Qianqian's guidance, Ou Jingheng placed two bowls, one big and one small, onto the table. The bowls were filled to the brim with noodles.

Before Bai Sheng's medicine was finished, she was eating the noodles with one hand.

Qianqian already knew how to eat by herself, but she still lost quite a lot of weight on the table.

The two of them did not comment on the noodles he cooked. Ou Jingheng did not ask anything and just sat opposite them, watching the two of them eat with their heads lowered. He actually felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

They ate very slowly, Qianqian eating half of it probably because she felt it was dry. She held the little milk pot in her hands, and was swaying as she tried to pour the broth into her bowl.

Seeing that, Ou Jingheng took the milk pot and poured it out for her.

"Thank you, uncle." After saying that, Qianqian buried her head into the food again.

Ou Jingheng raised his head with an imperceptible smile. He reckoned that the two of them were the first people he had to serve.

"Ah!" The two of them simultaneously drank the last mouthful of the broth, put down the bowl, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"It's so delicious." Bai Sheng commented.

"Yes." Qianqian laughed so hard that even her teeth could no longer see her eyes.

Ou Jingheng stood up and silently put away the bowl. It was not the time for meals, so he did not take a bite. Ou Jingheng did not know if they were serious or flattering him, but he enjoyed it and was in a good mood.

Bai Sheng quickly pulled his hand and said, "Director Ou, leave it for me to accept."

Bai Sheng's hand was warm as she held his wrist. Ou Jingheng looked at her slender fingers and felt the urge to suck them into his mouth one by one to compensate their taste.

He could always easily provoke him. Ou Jingheng sighed softly.

Ou Jingheng did not insist and put the bowl on the table. He saw that all the drops were done, so he helped her pull out the needle. Lie down again, and I'll go back. " He then took another look at the entrance and faintly said, "I will get someone to fix it before nightfall."

Bai Sheng didn't dare to bother him any longer. After thanking him several times, she sent the great Buddha away.

When Ou Jingheng and Bai Sheng said goodbye at the door, Qianqian pulled Ou Jingheng back and sat him on her small stool, saying that she wanted to give him a present.

Ou Jingheng's huge body was pressed down on the small stool, making it look a little funny. Bai Sheng saw that Qianqian was working diligently on something. She discovered that Qianqian liked to play with the two Ou Family brothers, so she let them stay in the study and went to clean up.

Qianqian finished drawing and passed the drawing paper to Ou Jingheng as if she was offering a treasure.

"Thank you, Uncle Jingheng, for helping me and dad." He ran back into the room.

Ou Jingheng looked at the small back disappearing around the corner and was confused. He looked down at the drawing paper, on which three people, two adults and one child, each with a large head made out of a circle, with five sticks for body and limbs, and a few strokes of green crayons beneath which the grass was painted, and on which the sky was painted the sky with blue crayons.

Although it was very abstract, Ou Jingheng knew that Qianqian painted him, Bai Sheng and herself.

Ou Jingheng's slender fingers touched the three little guys. His fingers felt like they were touching a crayon. He didn't even realize it himself. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly.