"who is she?"

Zhao Guizhi glanced at Zhao Xiaohan gently, but just this look made Zhao Xiaohan feel strong suspicion.

Others didn't doubt him, but as a mother, she was the first to doubt his son's character?

"She's a friend of mine."

"Really friends?"

Zhao Guizhi obviously didn't believe what Zhao Xiaohan said. After hearing what Zhao Guizhi said, Zhao Xiaohan nodded helplessly and said, "Mom, we are really friends."

"I don't believe it."

One sentence left Zhao Xiaohan speechless.

"Then how do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it no matter what."

"..."

Zhao Xiaohan felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do.

He felt that any excuse he made would be in vain.

"Xiaohan, Mom doesn't want to say anything, I just want to say a few words to you. As a man, no matter what time, don't forget the woman who shares the joys and sorrows with you. Xiaobing, this child, doesn't like to argue about anything. Mom can see this. Come out, there are some things that mom doesn’t want to explain too clearly, but there is one thing that mom wants to tell you, no matter what, you should never let Shen Bing down in your life, do you understand?"

"Mom, don't worry, if one day I betray Shen Bing, then I, Zhao Xiaohan, will not be your son."

"Okay, if you say that, Mom will feel relieved."

When she heard Zhao Xiaohan's words, Zhao Guizhi smiled happily. Then, she did not continue to dwell on this topic too much. After the words fell, she picked up Zhao Zhiyuan, and the two of them continued to sit on the sofa. Watching cartoons, Zhao Xiaohan also walked down the second floor a few minutes later.

Downstairs, Sister Hong is still busy in the kitchen.

Looking at the scene of cooking in the kitchen wearing a fur coat and an apron, Zhao Xiaohan suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh. Sister Hong is now less and less like a nanny, and more like a pampered person. The eldest mistress is in her thirties, and she dresses more fashionably than Shen Bing all day long. Doesn't she look like a nanny?

He has lived for more than 20 years, but he has never seen a nanny wearing a fur coat worth tens of thousands of yuan to cook.

"Sister Hong, you don't have to cook lunch for me. I have something to do and I'll leave first!"

"I've already cooked for you, Mr. Zhao."

"Oh, then you eat more and eat my share too."

After the words fell, Zhao Xiaohan turned around and walked out. When Zhao Xiaohan left the living room, Sister Hong, who was still frowning, stretched out her hands and put them on her waist. She gritted her teeth and cursed in a low voice: " Eat, eat, eat big, do you think my aunt is a pig? Zhao Heilian, you are a pig, you only eat two portions by yourself, do you think it is easy for my aunt to stay in shape? Huh!"

…

…

In the kitchen, Zhao Xiaohan did not hear Sister Hong's dissatisfaction with Zhao Xiaohan.

The moment he left the living room, the smile on Zhao Xiaohan's face disappeared and was replaced by a frown. His eyebrows were already knitted together. Although he had only been in the living room for a few minutes, But he spent the longest time in history.

Every minute and every second is a kind of torture for him.

Although his feet did not bleed, he truly experienced the feeling of stepping on the blade. Each cut was like being bitten by thousands of insects. It hurt him so much that he did not dare to relax for a moment. , Today, he finally understood what it means to go up the mountain of swords and go down to the sea of ​​fire.

Half an hour later.

The car stopped at Sun Jiaojiao's downstairs, but this time, he came up alone.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The moment there was a knock on the door, Sun Jiaojiao walked out of the room wearing an apron. When she saw that the person coming was Zhao Xiaohan, Sun Jiaojiao deliberately made an indifferent expression and turned around without saying a word.

She walked towards the room, but the smoke from the kitchen gave her away.

Obviously, she has been carefully preparing today's lunch a long time ago.

"Jiaojiao, do you want me to cook in person and show you my skills so that you can see what it means to be a Chinese little master?"

After walking into the living room, Zhao Xiaohan followed Sun Jiaojiao to the kitchen. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Sun Jiaojiao turned around while flipping the shovel and rolled her eyes: "What is the Chinese Little Master?"

"You haven't watched Chinese Little Master?" Listening to Sun Jiaojiao's voice, Zhao Xiaohan smiled and said: "When I was a child, I grew up watching Chinese Little Master. I dare not say anything else. I have watched Chinese Little Master for at least a few years.

As a master, there is no problem that my cooking skills can reach the level of the ancient imperial kitchen."

"Xiaohan."

"What's wrong?"

"Look, there are cows flying in the sky. Did you blow them up?"

"Looking at your expression, you seem very unconvinced."

"Of course I don't accept it!"

"As soon as the master takes action, he will know if there is any, little dumpling, give me the shovel!"

"Who are you calling the little dumpling?"

"Hurry up, give me the shovel!"

"..."

Sun Jiaojiao felt aggrieved. When did she get a new nickname, called Little Dumpling? Why not called Little Baozi?

Sun Jiaojiao was aggrieved, but after getting the shovel, Zhao Xiaohan was already holding the shovel in a flying way, and staged a scene that stunned Sun Jiaojiao. Before this, Sun Jiaojiao had never thought that cooking could be so fancy.

posture?

Shovel, flying in the sky?

Fire, floating in the air?

The iron pot seems to be hanging in the air?

The knife was exactly the same as the one on TV, spinning around in Zhao Xiaohan's hand?

This scene deeply shocked Sun Jiaojiao. She never thought that the scene on TV actually happened in reality?

"Looking at your expression, you seem to admire me?"

Just when Sun Jiaojiao was stunned, Zhao Xiaohan's proud voice rang quietly in her ears. When she heard Zhao Xiaohan's words, Sun Jiaojiao rolled her eyes subconsciously, but

, before she had time to speak, the knife in Zhao Xiaohan's hand flew into the air again.

This, this is performing acrobatics?

Or performing magic?

How could the knife fly?

For Sun Jiaojiao, this could only be a scene that happened on TV, but for Zhao Xiaohan, it was a piece of cake. Just because others couldn't do it, it didn't mean that he couldn't do it, especially when he and Zhili and

When superpowers are combined together, there is a scene in front of you.

The knife was flying, the fire was burning, and Zhao Xiaohan's hand was floating.

When superpowers and cooking skills were combined, Zhao Xiaohan created his own flying knife move.

However, his flying knife in the air seems to be a bit overkill.
Chapter completed!