Although his eyes were banished for a long time, the guest was thick-skinned and ignored him. Mr. Yun was angry and said that he could eat, but he only had simple food here.

Feng Ge showed suspicion on his face, but he still sat steadily and had no intention of saying goodbye. Mr. Yun snorted coldly and stood up to say he would go to cook. He lived alone, not even a servant or a girl. He always had enough food and clothing for himself.

Feng Ge expressed sympathy at the right time.

He was almost expelled from Mr. Yun.

For Xiao Ying's sake, Feng Ge was barely kept.

"Okay, don't be angry, I'll make a joke with you. Let Aying go to make a simple meal. Although Aying, my family, is rich, but she can enter the hall and the kitchen."

Mr. Yun expressed suspicion. He looked up and down at Xiao Ying, only to think that the little girl was calm and simple. Although her little face was not very beautiful, it made people feel comfortable to look at it for no reason. Can such a person who looked like she was served since childhood and still enter the kitchen?

If she can even get into the kitchen, she is a real baby.

Feng Ge must have left the lucky guy. Xiao Ying smiled and nodded, thinking that she was the best at eating simple food. She had been eating Wu Pozi for several months.

I just don’t know if these two expensive stomachs can eat them.

"Okay, I'll be ugly."

Mr. Yun waved his hand, not worried about Xiao Yinghuo's cooking kitchen. It's a bit bad for living alone, even if he is hungry, he has to do it himself. Therefore, he is never picky about food. As long as someone cooks it for him, he is willing to eat braised vegetables every day.

As for why not hire a servant...

Mr. Yun doesn’t like having outsiders at home.

So... according to Feng Ge's words, he deserved it.

It is rare that someone cooks today. Mr. Yun naturally became a waiter.

Not to mention that Xiao Ying entered the kitchen, she blinked her eyes three times at the black and black stove, and then rolled up her sleeves very seriously and began to clean up.

She is actually a very clean girl and can still do simple housework.

Outside the hospital.

“…She really won’t burn the kitchen?”

"Don't worry, A Ying has a proper attitude." This cannot comfort people at all. What does it mean to be sensible? Is it cooked with a proper attitude? Or is it cooked with a proper attitude? Well, the waiting time is simply too painful.

"I haven't seen any daughter who has gone to the kitchen. Didn't they all clamor for not getting stuck in the spring water?" Mr. Yun said in a low voice. He felt that he was so shameless about a little girl behind her back.

"A Ying is not those daughters."

"Yes. She is the princess, and may be the princess in the future." Mr. Yun felt that Feng Ge was really not a sound, and he made a big splash. The first young man in the capital was not close to a woman, but now he is close to a woman, so he directly found an all-round girl.

Feng Ge smiled: "Don't worry, Aying is different from them."

Mr. Yun said nothing, and he also saw that this little girl was different from the so-called daughters in the capital. Although those ladies who were raised in the boudoir were full of lotus flowers, once something really happened, they would only cry and wipe away tears.

This Xiao Ying... He heard Feng Ge say that he can have banquets, autopsy, cooking, and acting cute... In short, she can do whatever the girl knows. The girl doesn't know, and she does it well.

The key is to have a peaceful personality. Mr. Yun did not understand how peaceful this so-called peace was at first. Now he finally saw it with his own eyes.

This Princess Changning actually rolled up her sleeves and cooked without saying a word. What a magical thing.

"You don't think that she will help you accomplish things without any bottom line."

"...You are thinking too much. I am the only relative in this world. I want to bring you the girl I like."

"That's so simple?" Mr. Yun obviously didn't believe it. Feng Ge was very cunning. But he vaguely felt that Feng Ge was not making any mysterious this time. He really just simply brought the girl he liked to him.

Just as Feng Ge said, they were actually very lonely. Feng Ge said that he was the only relative, and Feng Ge was also his only relative.

Neither of them spoke next time. Feng Ge felt that what he said just now was a little tired, and his skin was rarely hot. And Young Master Yun was thinking about the word "relatives"...

Xiao Ying moved very quickly and made four dishes and one soup in less than half an hour.

Although Mr. Yun’s kitchen was a bit unsatisfactory, the dishes were prepared quite well. I don’t know if they could predict the future. Xiao Ying put a few dishes on the stone table, and then set up a small charcoal stove to increase the temperature of the wine collected from the kitchen cabinet.

“…The weather is cold, and it tastes better if you boil wine.”

At this time, Mr. Yun and Feng Ge both became statues, leaving Xiao Ying busy.

Mr. Yun was actually a little unbelievable. He thought Feng Ge’s so-called kitchen was an exaggeration.

Unexpectedly, this little girl actually made a decent dish. "...This is the first time I have made such a delicate dish in my kitchen."

Xiao Ying: "..." It has nothing to do with the kitchen, it is because the chef himself has poor skills.

"What does it have to do with the kitchen? Your skills are not good." Feng Ge picked up the chopsticks and tasted it first, with a little surprise on his face. He just said casually. Xiao Ying told him that when she was in her hometown, she would occasionally cook by herself, and naturally she had to demote the kitchen here. Even His Highness Feng Wu would occasionally wander around and think about what the so-called gas stove is?

He didn't expect that Xiao Ying was full of disliked the earthen stove, but could make such a dish that looked very good and fragrant.

"What? Something was unexpected?" Mr. Yun did not fall behind, and chopsticks were like the wind.

Sven lost his energy. He was like a hungry for three days. "I'm not afraid of you making fun of you, A Ying doesn't have the patience to cook at home."

"...This is wrong. It's not that I'm impatient, but that there are all chefs in your mansion from the south to the north. Showing your skills in front of them is really a big sword in front of Guan Gong's door... overestimating his ability."

Xiao Ying poured wine for the two of them.

After heating the wine, the taste became more fragrant. With Xiao Ying’s simple home-cooked side dishes, it really tasted like a pastoral person.

Mr. Yun had a great time eating, and Feng Ge had a great time... sorry.

I regret that the dishes made by the chefs in the south and north of my mansion are not as good as Xiao Ying showing off her hands casually.

He thought he would have to find a way to let Xiao Ying go to the kitchen a few more times in the future. I wonder if the chef who went to the mansion could be sent out to eat the dishes made by A Ying every day.

After drinking and eating, Mr. Yun sighed: "Comfortable. Changning, I heard that your father treated you as a treasure in his palm, and he actually allowed you to enter the kitchen?"

Xiao Ying shook her head and replied with an unpredictable look on her face. "Wrong. My father didn't know about this... I learned this skill with a blind old woman when I was in Taiping County. As for the reason, it was because the old woman cooked food was difficult to swallow. In order not to eat braised vegetables every day, I could only rely on myself."
Chapter completed!