It is also understandable that the child is a picky eater, so cooking by himself will definitely not taste good.
It's just that I have to cook for the sake of the variety show effect.
"No." Jiang Yunmo shook his head and denied with a serious look, "Jiang Jiang's cooking is very delicious, very delicious."
Jiang Yunmo used two "very delicious" words in a row. It can be seen that the food prepared by Jiang Jiang is very delicious.
"Yeah?"
Now An Mingzhu also felt incredible.
Jiang Yunmo's mouth is notorious for being picky about food.
He said it was delicious, and it tasted really good.
An Mingzhu regretted a little. If she had known she wouldn't go out with everyone this morning, she should have stayed here and recorded the show with Jiang Jiang.
But then I thought about it, Jiang Jiang is only so young, how could she cook so deliciously?
When she thought of this, An Mingzhu's heart ached a little.
How much hardship did that child suffer outside?
How come you know everything?
Just as he was thinking about it, Jiang Jiang came down from upstairs.
Seeing her wearing the pink nightgown she bought for herself, An Mingzhu had a happy smile on her face.
"Good evening."
Jiang Jiang said hello stiffly.
Thinking that I hadn't seen An Mingzhu all day today, I later realized that I still felt a little uncomfortable.
"There are your friends waiting for you outside, right?"
Jiang Yunmo raised his eyebrows.
Jiang Jiang:……
this……
Well, Liang Yancheng is blocking the door of the Jiang family at the moment.
Threatening to call myself and ask me to go down. If I don't go down, he will have to come in.
Liang Yancheng seems to never get tired of using the same tricks.
"Needless to say, it must be Jing Yu."
Jiang Yunmo gritted his teeth.
He knew that during the recording of the program, the man kept looking at Jiang Jiang.
Because some staff members were holding back, after the recording was over, they immediately came to find Jiang Jiang?
What's the idea in your heart?
How could it be so bad?
"no."
Jiang Jiang shook his head, not wanting to talk to Jiang Yunmo.
"Why not? I think you are."
How many people could be around Jiang Jiang? A few counts on five fingers would tell that the one who came to their door to look for him was Jing Yu. Who else could be there?
You also tell yourself that you don’t really think of yourself as a three-year-old child and don’t understand anything anymore, right?