The Iceberg Chief's Alternative Wife

Chapter 205

Zhan Fenglie: "medlar, right amount."

"The right amount again!"

Ning Shibai looked at the steady demon and protested: "it's hard for me to do this! Can you be accurate to one! "

Zhan Fenglie looked down at the bottle of Lycium barbarum, thought a little, and put forward a constructive suggestion: "Lycium barbarum is also a good health product, put 48."

"Oh."

Ning Shibai opened the bottle dubiously and counted out 48 plump wolfberry, just two of which were washed in the water and evenly scattered in the pot.

Zhan Fengli: "a little salt."

Ning Shibai: "how much is a little?"

Zhan Fengli thought slightly, "a little literal meaning, generally speaking, only a little should be enough, more careful."

"Good." Ning Shibai picked up the bag of salt, measured a third of it in the small spoon and stirred it in the pan.

"Stew for 30 minutes." Zhan fengri blacked the screen of his mobile phone and put it back into his trouser pocket.

"Well, I'll turn up the fire a little bit. It's estimated that 25 minutes will be enough." Ning Shibai said, turning the firepower to the strongest.

Zhan Fengli suddenly thought of something. He raised his wrist and looked at the time. Now it's almost eight o'clock: "did you have dinner?"

"No?"

Ning Shibai straightened up and looked at him strangely, "don't tell me that when I'm waiting for you in the parking lot, you come down after a good meal!"

Zhan Fengli looks at the half demon wife and wants to help her.

Living with her, if there is no nanny, maybe... They will both starve to death at home.

Even so, she can make a pot of soup to help Gan Yuke serve Ke Feiyu.

Ning Shibai said with a smile, "it doesn't matter. It takes only 25 minutes for the soup to be cooked. Your friend has just come back from abroad. We should take care of him. You should call him now and invite him to have the soup. Now he is with Yuke, and he should come here together. When we invite them to finish the soup, we can go out to eat."

"Don't shout until it's cooked."

Zhan Fenglie breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk out of the kitchen and return to the bedroom.

Call Secretary Li

It's terrible that nannies have to be matched right away.

Ning Shibai took away her apron and simply cleaned it up. She went back to the living room, went into the sofa and dialed Gan Yuke's phone.

"Hey, Yuko, you're bringing Ke Feiyu to my house right now! The soup has been stewed for you. Make sure to take it down tonight! In the afternoon, I'm turning the president's strategy for you. Let's have a routine. You should be pregnant with his child first and then deal with his heart! This is the routine of President Mengbao. It's been tried and tested again and again

When Zhan Fengli was about to walk to the corner of the living room after he finished his phone call, he heard this terrible move.

It's really a thousand Chongxi!

It's a pot of ordinary chicken soup. It's strange that it has that effect.

The corner of his mouth drew, turned slowly, and went back to his bedroom. He didn't want to go to the bedroom tonight.

……

About half an hour later, Gan Yuke and Ke Feiyu came.

As soon as he entered the door, Ke Feiyu's eyes lit up slightly.

"It's delicious. It's Stewed with chicken soup."

As soon as he smelled it, he smelled the flavor of chicken soup, which proved that the stew was quite successful, and Ning Shibai's eyes immediately brightened.

"Yes, it's delicious."

She raised her wrist and looked at her eye watch. For exactly half an hour, she quickly called Gan Yuke: "Yuke, go and bring out the chicken soup."

Gan language Ke carrying Ke Feiyu heart to her squeeze eyes, turned to walk gracefully toward the kitchen.

Ke Feiyu looked at the living room and then the balcony, "where's Saburo? Is he not here? "

"He's in the bedroom. Maybe he's taking a bath. Let's sit down without waiting for him."

Ning Shibai takes him to the dining room and sits down at the dining table.

"Feiyu, where did you just play?"

Ke Feiyu said with a smile: "I went shopping and bought some clothes. When I went abroad before, I didn't want anything. When I came back, I didn't bring anything. I have to buy many things again, so I'll buy what I should buy when I'm free this evening."

In the kitchen.

The sweet language Ke is looking at that pot sticky soup, eyes straight.

This is what Ning Shibai said last night... Mr. Zhan's stew... Bone killing and soul killing soup?

Took a spoon to scoop a spoonful, thick to pull silk.

It looks like a silky chicken.

Can Ke Feiyu drink this kind of tussle?

The smell of chicken is very strong, but it looks hard to swallow.

"Yuke, bring it out quickly. Everyone is hungry." Ning Shibai shouts. After they finish their soup, they should do something. She and her handsome guy have to go out to eat. They are hungry.

"All right, all right!"

No matter, even if the appearance is not very good, there are Ning Shibai and Zhan always present, expect Ke Feiyu will not give face to drink soup.

As long as Ning Shibai and Zhan Zong are there, they have the strength to do anything.

Gan Yuke quickly scooped out the soup and put it on the luxurious dining table. Then he sat down at the dining table with a graceful smile: "the soup made by Mr. Zhan looks really delicious. It smells good."

Ke Feiyu pinched his chin and gazed at the pot of sticky and white chicken porridge, a pair of electric eyes unprecedented silence.

Although he is a man, he does some research on food. In his spare time, he also makes some food and invites friends to taste it. He is also a single diamond man.

Ning Shibai pointed to his chin and observed Ke Feiyu's expression, but there seemed to be no expression on that face.

When it was stewed, she found that it was totally different from the soup made by Zhan Fengli that day, so... She lost a little medicine in it.

"The appearance of this soup is really not good, but it's sincere and full of materials."

"Anything else?" Ke Feiyu picked up the spoon and stirred the sticky chicken porridge. Once stirred, the whole bowl of porridge trembled.

Ning Shibai blinked, a sincere look, "this is not to invite you to drink soup."

Hearing Ning Shibai's words, Ke Feiyu's spoon almost fell into the chicken porridge. Fortunately, he quickly picked it up.

Lift away from the delicate soup bowl, the thick soup is also a pair of reluctant spoon appearance, holding silk.

With chopsticks carefully pick open the silk, and then put the spoon in front of the small plate, with a sexy moustache lips up, electric eye a bend: "very good, chicken porridge all."

Ning Shibai laughed, "then you taste it, it's not bad."

Ke Feiyu good temper smile: "you eat, I recently fasting health."

Gan language Ke look slightly a coagulation, dark feel bad, hurriedly ask for help look to Ning poetry white.

At this moment, she can only hurry to her home Zhan always to please out, otherwise Ke Feiyu how can drink!

Ning Shibai also felt the sight of Gan Yuke, the smile on his face gradually receded, and changed a reluctant expression: "Mr. Ke, this is to dislike my soup, my handsome boys don't dislike it, they say it's good to drink."

No matter what the soup tastes like, there are more details in it. That's the most important thing.

Ke Feiyu looks at Ning Shibai with a gentle smile.

Today is just the second time, she invited him to drink soup so warmly, it seems hard to refuse.

Glancing at the white chicken porridge, he said with a sorry smile: "I'm afraid... Shibai doesn't know. I'm allergic to chicken."