Chapter 737 Dad, Your Cooking Is Delicious

How much vinegar was poured into this?

Doesn't it cost money?

Ye Haosuan's tears almost fell from his eyes. He drank a few mouthfuls of warm water. He felt his throat was sore and he suddenly started coughing.

Mo Boyuan was still quite calm in his movements. He took a few sips of water and finally looked formally at a certain little person.

After Xiao Ningning felt the familiar sight, her snickering expression subsided, but she quickly returned to an innocent look.

Ah.

This little fox is so sinister that he is the true legacy of his father, the old fox!

Of course, Mo Boyuan didn't really expose his own son. He coughed:

"I can't eat these anymore."

It's so salty that it kills you, and it's so sour that your teeth will fall off.

"Director Mo, what should we do?"

Mo Boyuan glanced around, and when he saw the bag of apples delivered by the Ye family and his son last night:

"that!"

Ye Hao looked over:

"Isn't that an apple? Do you want this for breakfast?"

Mo Boyuan had already stood up and glanced at Ye Hao from the corner of his eye:

"Teacher Ye can also choose not to eat."

Don't want to eat?

How is that possible?

Apples are apples, it’s better than being really hungry.

However, eating apples on an empty stomach in the early morning is definitely not good.

Mo Boyuan had already carried the bag of apples to the kitchen, and Ye Hao quickly followed.

As for getting food, Ye Hao completely gave up on doing it himself.

Why don't you have a good attitude and follow Director Mo so you can always have some soup, right?

Seeing that the two adults had left, of course the two children followed them in a hurry.

At times like this, it’s the boss who has something to eat!

Mo Boyuan took out the apples from the bag and rinsed them one by one. He also did not forget to tell Ye Hao to clean the pot:

As an adult, how can you not work and eat for free?

Beautiful thought!

After Ye Hao had finished cleaning the pot, Mo Boyuan cut all the apples into pieces, then measured them with a bowl, added a few bowls of water into the pot, and at the same time poured the cut apple pieces in one plate and covered it with the other. Cover the pot.

Ye Hao frowned and whispered:

"Director Mo, it seems that the water needs to be boiled before adding the fruit."

Mo Boyuan paused unconsciously. Ye Hao naturally didn't see anything, and a certain man would never admit that he was wrong.

"You can, you come!"

"Then forget it, can I do it?" He waved his hands repeatedly.

Ah.

If you don't want to take action, then don't act blindly.

You can eat some of them, but you still dislike them?

After about four or five minutes, the pot boiled and the lid was opened.

The sweet and sour apple flavor spreads out as soon as the lid is lifted.

Mo Boyuan glanced at it, turned off the fire, and ordered Ye Hao again:

"Teacher Ye, take out some bowls and wash them."

Ye Hao acted honestly this time. The two children stood at the door of the kitchen, their necks stretched out.

"Mo Zhining, take your brother back and wait."

"Oh, okay daddy."

After the two children left, Ye Hao finished rinsing the bowls:

"Director Mo, is it okay?"

Mo Boyuan nodded:

"Can."

Four people, two adults and two children, could only share half a bowl of freshly cooked apples with soup and water per person.

"What are you doing standing there? Bring it over."

From this point of view, among the two fathers, Mo Boyuan is more reliable!

As for Ye Hao, he is a complete novice in life, and the appraisal is completed.

"oh oh."

By the time we finished eating, it was almost time to gather.

The little man burped:

"Dad, the apples you cooked are delicious." He praised me.

After listening to his son's words, Mo Boyuan felt very pleased.

"real?"