Abao knew that she was talking about the bitter plot, so he waved his hand indifferently, "It's okay.
Abao is very measured.
I believe that Abao can help and protect my mother.
Not only did he want to protect his mother, but he also wanted to break that curse and keep the family of three together so they wouldn't be separated.
Feng Tianlan still didn't take Ah Bao's words seriously, she pursed her lips and smiled, "Damn, Ah Bao is so awesome."
"Of course, he is even more powerful than dad."
Si Mobai watched them come in, put the food they brought in on the table, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "A Bao has a great father, so why don't you cook for your parents to taste it?"
Abao sat on the chair by himself and filled the soup, "Allow Abao to study for two days, and I will cook for you the day after tomorrow."
Si Mobai watched Abao place the filled soup in front of Feng Tianlan, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "If it's not delicious, dad won't be merciful."
"Mom, wait.
Mom believes that A Bao is the best."
Feng Tianlan encouraged her softly.
Abao narrowed his eyes and smiled like a Fuwa.
Abao kept his word, stepped on the stool in the kitchen, and under the careful attention of the servants, began to learn cooking skills.
He only did the simplest ones, since he was still young after all.
On the day of actually teaching everyone how to cook, Abao asked Bi Ling at the dining table early in the morning, "Auntie, do you like spicy food?"
"I like it."
Bi Ling replied with a smile.
Her attitude remained the same in the past two days.
The previous incident did not seem to have any impact.
Hearing this answer, Abao narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, "My mother also likes spicy food, the very spicy kind."
Bi Ling smiled but didn't answer.
She didn't care much about what she ate, but she didn't like very spicy food.
Another thing, she suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart, but it was obviously just to please, so what's wrong with it?
"Auntie, you don't mind that A Bao's cooking is unpalatable, right?"
A Bao looked up at Bi Ling with her little head raised, her little face full of expectation, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to answer.
Bi Ling smiled tenderly and lovingly, "Of course I won't dislike it.
A mother doesn't think her son is ugly."
"That's good."
Abao smiled and almost didn't say what he said in his heart: "I think you are ugly."
Abao handed the apron to Feng Tianlan and asked her to tie it for him, "Mom, if Abao's cooking doesn't taste good, don't eat it.
Abao will feel bad."
Seeing this scene, Bi Ling twitched her lips.
Don't make this difference in treatment too obvious.
She was very irritable and didn't want to endure it anymore.
As for A Bao's real cooking, Feng Shu and the others stuck their heads outside the kitchen to watch, looking at the little man holding a spoon that was taller than him, watching from beginning to end with their hearts hanging.
It took Ah Bao half an hour to finally cook the noodles when the sun was shining brightly at noon, and served them to the servants.
Ah Bao obediently shared the bowls and chopsticks with them, smiling and saying, "Have a try, Ah Bao." cooking skills.”
Feng Shu liked this grandson and couldn't wait to take a bite.
"Not bad, it tastes very good."
Shen Borui seconded the motion.
Si Mobai raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's just average."
But for a four-year-old child, it would be good if it wasn't boiled.
Feng Tianlan looked at Abao who looked up at her eagerly, "It's not as good as your father, but it still tastes great because of Abao's thoughts."
Abao was very happy to be praised.
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He turned around and looked at Bi Ling, who was holding the bowl with a smile but didn't take a bite.
He narrowed his eyes and said, "Auntie, don't you like it?"
"Ah" Bi Ling glanced at the face that looked full of color, flavor and taste, and couldn't eat it for a while
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