"What can you do?"

Wang Luoqi puffed up his lips and said, "Anyway, I won't let you cook tomorrow. This is non-negotiable."

"Even if I cook, Grandma Wen probably won't think too much about it."

"It's quite normal for children to cook. That is to say, living conditions have improved now. If it were in the past, I would be able to cook at my age, but not too much."

Wen Yan was not lying about this.

During adolescence in his previous life, whenever he slept in in the morning, his mother would often talk to him about how diligent he was as a child.

Her parents and brothers were busy earning work points in the fields. In order to help lighten the family's burden, she learned to cook at the age of five or six.

Moreover, you still need to use an earthen stove that requires you to light the fire yourself.

Finally, I have to end with that classic sentence - I am so hard-working, I will definitely not give birth to a son like you. Most likely, I made a mistake in the hospital.

"How many? Why haven't I heard about it?" Wang Luoqi blinked.

Society is developing, the economy is progressing, and children are enjoying more and more happiness.

However, Wen Yan didn't discuss this with Wang Luoqi. She had lived in a big city like Demon City since she was a child, and she probably had never even seen a Tuzao.

Seeing the worry on the girl's face, Wen Yan patiently persuaded her:

"Sister Luo Qi, I know whether you are good to me or not. Cooking is just a small matter. I will make it clear to Grandma Wen."

"It's not that I don't know how to cook, it's just that I haven't done it for a long time and my hands are a little raw, so I'm worried that I won't be able to cook well." Wang Luoqi still insisted on himself.

She didn't want to lose her face in front of Wen Yan.

She is such a big person, but she can't even cook. This greatly affects her perfect image in the eyes of the little guy.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Luoqi's eyes lit up slightly, she raised her white chin and said:

"How about I hire a housekeeping aunt and let her cook tomorrow."

With her social resources, one night is enough for her to arrange everything properly.

She slid her finger across the screen and turned to the contact interface, wanting to call Li Yiyi and ask her to quickly find a qualified aunt for her.

"etc."

Wen Yan pressed the back of the girl's snowy hand to stop her from making a call.

Wang Luoqi was a little confused: "What's wrong?"

"Sister Luo Qi, this is too troublesome."

Wen Yan expressed his worries:

"It's easy to find a housekeeping aunt, but she doesn't understand the situation at home at all, and we haven't gotten along with each other before. It's definitely not natural to get along with each other."

"Why don't we just let her cook a meal? Does such a simple thing still need to be adjusted?" Wang Luoqi was a little confused.

Wen Yan almost laughed out loud when he heard this sentence, but you can't even do such a simple thing!

However, lest the girl fall out, he will naturally not say it.

Looking at the girl, he asked the doubts in his heart:

"Sister Luo Qi, you want to show Grandma Wen a warm family atmosphere."

"Yes." Wang Luoqi nodded.

In fact, she wanted Wen Yan to truly experience this feeling of warmth.

Moreover, she has been working hard in this direction.

Wen Yan directly hit the point: "But how can outsiders exist in a warm family atmosphere?"

"This" Wang Luoqi was stunned for a moment.

She pursed her lips and said a little discouraged: "What should we do?"

"If you ask me, what we usually do will be what we will be tomorrow, because the atmosphere in our home is already very warm." Wen Yan expressed his true thoughts.

"No." Wang Luoqi still disagreed.

Although she felt that it was really warm for the little guy to cook for her, and she also liked this feeling very much.

But in the eyes of outsiders, this is considered abuse.

From Wen Yan's behavior these days, Wang Luoqi can see that he respects Mrs. Wen very much.

And from what he often said, "Grandma Wen once said *****".

She could also feel the old man's love for the little one.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have taught him so many principles.

So she didn't want Mrs. Wen to have any bad thoughts about her.

After thinking for a while, she said hesitantly: "How about I cook tomorrow."

Wang Luoqi thinks that cooking should be very simple, and a five- or six-year-old kid can make it so delicious.

Wouldn't it be okay if it were her instead?

Her learning ability is very strong, otherwise she would not have been admitted to Yanda, the top university in the country, at the age of twelve.

Wen Yan was a little dumbfounded: "Are you coming to cook?"

Wang Luoqi pulled Wen Yan in front of him, pinched his plump little face, and threatened: "Why not?"

"Okay, okay, let go." He said in a gentle and flexible voice.

But he was still a little worried. He was afraid that if the girl cooked something dark tomorrow, she would send Mrs. Wen away.

After all, the old man is too old to bear the trouble.

After getting rid of the girl's clutches, he asked seriously:

"Sister Luo Qi, do you really want to cook?"

"Of course." The girl was quite proud.

Wen Yan subconsciously took two steps back.

It doesn’t mean anything, he is just a little dizzy~.

Seeing the girl's insistence, Wen Yan couldn't say any more, what if Wang Luoqi was really that kind of talented player.

Then wouldn’t he be able to be lazy in the future?

Although he has his own character, he doesn't want to be taken care of by a rich woman and eat that kind of disgusting soft rice.

But it would be nice to live a life where you can stretch out your hands for clothes and open your mouth for food every once in a while.

He is not trying to get a soft meal, he is just criticizing with the spirit of Shennong.

But for the sake of the old lady's health, Wen Yan felt that he still had to pass the customs. He said:

"Sister Luo Qi, tell me that you haven't cooked for a long time and your hands are raw. How about you practice tonight?"

"Okay, I think so too." Wang Luoqi narrowed his beautiful eyes.

Wen Yan's suggestion played right into her mind.

Although she is confident in her learning ability, she does not think she can learn by herself without a teacher.

After all, any accumulation of knowledge requires teachers to teach and practice.

And tonight, the little guy in front of her is her teacher.

She will definitely study hard.

So, Wang Luoqi said:

"I haven't done it for a long time, so I may be a little rusty. You need to remind me, sister."

"Okay." Wen Yan nodded.

He felt that his craftsmanship should make him a qualified teacher.

…

An hour and a half later.

kitchen.

"Slow down, slow down."

"It's overflowing, it's overflowing."

"What kind of paper towels are you using? Be careful of burning your hands. Use a rag."

Looking at the overflowing rice porridge, Wen Yan had the urge to cover his face silently, so he went to the toilet and asked the girl to watch and put the porridge in the pot, but the porridge overflowed.

But she still took a tissue to wipe it, and she was burned badly.

As for, why teach her to cook rice porridge instead of cooking?

The defective products that are almost overflowing in the trash can are the fruits of the girl's labor tonight.

Seeing the messed up meal, Wang Luoqi was a little angry. She looked at Wen Yan and hummed:

"What you taught tonight are all useless things!"

She would never admit that her hands-on ability was too poor. She clearly remembered all the details that Wen Yan said.

But when it comes to taking matters into her own hands, she makes mistakes while busy.

"I won't allow you to demean yourself like this!"

Wen Yan was also a little angry at the girl's clumsiness.

Wang Luoqi: "******"

Wen Yan: "******"

five minutes later.

living room.

After they had finished venting, the two people lay on their backs on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Wen Yan felt that his dream of having clothes to eat and food to open his mouth was shattered.

Wang Luoqi thought he might as well stop letting the old lady eat at home.

Just give her a glass of boiled water. What else do you need a bicycle for?

After a moment, Wen Yan turned to look at the girl beside him and asked:

"Aunt Wu, can she cook?"

My hand is weak.

From afternoon to now, I have written five thousand words.

Overestimating yourself.

But men just can't say no.

There must be three updates today.

I continue to write.

It may be a little late, but you don't have to wait.

Monthly tickets, recommended tickets, investment, brothers, please give me the next three clicks.

mwah.
Chapter completed!