Doctor Jiang Struggles To Survive Every Day

   Chapter 737 Dad, you cook deliciously

  How much vinegar was poured in?

  Is it free of money?

  Ye Hao’s sour tears were about to fall out, and after taking a few mouthfuls of warm water, he always felt sore in his throat and suddenly coughed.

  Mo Boyuan was still quite calm in his actions. After taking a few sips of water, his eyes finally turned to a certain little person.

  Xiao Ningning felt the familiar gaze, her smirking expression constricted, but she quickly returned to an innocent look.

Ah.

  The degree of black belly of this little fox is the true biography of the old fox, deep his father!

  Of course, Mo Boyuan didn’t really expose his son, he coughed:

   "These, I can't eat anymore."

  Salty is dead, and sour is sour.

   "Ink guide, what should I do?"

  Mo Boyuan glanced around, when he saw the bag of apples that Ye family father and son had sent over last night:

"that!"

   Ye Hao followed along and looked over:

   "Isn't that an apple? You want this for breakfast?"

  Mo Boyuan has got up, Yu Guang glanced at Ye Hao:

   "YeLaoshi can choose not to eat."

  Don’t eat?

  How can that be?

  Apples are just apples, which is better than being really hungry.

  However, eating apples on an empty stomach will definitely not work in the morning.

  Mo Boyuan had already taken the bag of apples to the kitchen, and Ye Hao quickly followed.

   Ye Hao gave up doing it himself completely in his heart for the food.

  It’s better to follow Mo Dao with a better attitude, and always have some soup, right?

  Seeing that the two adults are gone, the two children of course also followed up.

  At this time, it is the uncle who has food!

  Mo Boyuan took out the apples in the bag and rinsed them one by one, and did not forget to instruct Ye Hao to clean the pot:

  Adults, how can anyone not work and eat free food?

  Think beautiful!

After Ye Hao brushed the pot, Mo Boyuan cut all the apples into pieces, then measured the amount with a bowl, mixed a few bowls of water into the pot, and poured the cut apple pieces into a plate, and covered it. Put the lid on.

   Ye Hao frowned as he looked at it, and said in a low voice:

   "Ink guide, this seems to have to boil before putting fruits."

  Mo Boyuan paused unconsciously, Ye Hao naturally didn't see anything, and a certain man wouldn't admit that he had made a mistake.

   "You will, you come!"

   "Forget it, I'll do it there?" He shook his hands again and again.

Ah.

  Since you don’t do it, don’t bb.

  I just eat something, but I still dislike it?

  About four or five minutes, the pot is boiled, and the lid is removed.

  Sweet and sour apple flavored lid will fall apart as soon as the lid is opened.

  Mo Boyuan glanced, turned off the fire in his hand, and ordered Ye Hao again:

  "Laoshi Ye, take some bowls out and wash them."

  Ye Hao was honest this time. The two children stood at the door of the kitchen with their long necks stretched out.

   "Mo Zhining, take my brother back and wait."

   "Oh, good dad."

  Wait for the two children to leave, Ye Hao washed the bowls:

   "Ink guide, okay?"

  Mo Boyuan nodded:

"Can."

  Four people, two adults and two children, the freshly cooked apples are worthy of only half a bowl of soup and water per person.

   "What are you doing? Take it over."

  In this way, of the two dads, Mo Boyuan is more reliable!

  As for Ye Hao, who lives a full life, the appraisal is complete.

"Oh oh."

  After eating, it’s almost time to gather.

  The little man made a full belch:

   "Dad, the apple you cooked is delicious." praised.

  Listening to his son, Mo Boyuan was still very pleased.

"real?"

  (End of this chapter)