milk addicts

After being reprimanded by the handsome Mr. Ji, Song Nai blushed and clutched the hem of his clothes helplessly. Little Song Le also hugged his brother's tattered jeans in fear, hiding half of his head behind him.

Ji Shen gulped down the iced milk in the cup, and the sweet milk slid down his throat into his stomach pouch, calming down his irritability, slowly let out a breath from his thin lips, took out a card and handed it to the young man.

"This month's household and wages are all in the card, so ask me if there is not enough. Remember to buy some decent clothes and make yourself more pleasing to the eye."

Song Nai gratefully accepted the card, brushed up his dripping hair and ran back upstairs. His foot stepped on the stairs with a heavy sound and a light sound. Ji Shen followed him, staring at his slightly limping right hand. Feet, my heart is even more disturbed.

I figured out that the mother suddenly sent a stray cat that was hit by a car last time, and it didn't take long before she sent him two dirty children.

He can cure stray cats and send them to others. What should he do with the living ones? He is a doctor, not the director of an orphanage. Although he subsidizes poor students in mountain villages every year, it does not mean that he has the ability to adopt and take care of children himself. patience.

While meditating, Ji Shen suddenly smelled a vague fragrance in the air, softer and sweeter than milk, which made his heart itch, squinted his golden brown eyes, and sniffed to no avail. Suddenly, it fell to the canvas bag lying on the ground.

The cloth bag that has been washed yellow has a strong sense of cheapness. Ji Shen doesn't like to touch other people's things casually, but this bag is really an eyesore.With a frown, he hooked it up with his toes, the loose mouth of the canvas bag tilted, and a crispy egg cone covered with dust rolled out.

The same gray appearance of the boy appeared in front of his eyes, with his small dark face showing a puppy-like smile to curry favor with his master.

After all, he is still a child.

The 25-year-old doctor Ji stared at the cone on the ground, reflected blankly, and felt that what he just said seemed a bit heavy.

But in the next second, he still unceremoniously threw the canvas bag on the insole of the entrance, and threw away the cone full of bacteria and microorganisms.

Song Nai didn't know that his precious ice cream had been destroyed again, lying desolately in a dark trash can, he was trying to wring out his wet hair with his bare hands in the bathroom, Song Le covered his stomach, pursed his mouth in aggrieved way, " Brother, Lele is hungry."

As soon as Xiao Lele said it, Song Nai remembered that they hadn't had lunch yet...

"Mr. Ji, do you want to try my cooking first?" Song Nai blinked and asked the man who was feeding the fish sincerely.

A butterfly carp with an excellent tail is swimming in the fish tank, its fins and tail are like snow-white wrinkled silk ribbons, cruising back and forth in the water, holy and elegant.

Even the fish raised by Mr. Ji has a sense of immortality...

The man didn't raise his head, and said indifferently, "If you're hungry, go and cook yourself."

The little nanny who was betrayed by the grumbling stomach blushed and said quickly, "Thank you, Mr. Ji."

The kitchen is an open kitchen. Song Nai stood in front of the wide and straight cooking table, glanced at the neat knives, and smiled with two small dimples on his lips.

It is no longer a big iron pot set up in the open air, and you don’t need to travel far to carry heavy goods. In such a kitchen, cooking has become a wonderful thing.

With Mr. Ji's permission, Song Nai found a small bench for Song Le to sit beside, picked out some vegetables from the wooden shelf, and began to chop vegetables happily.

Pour the oil, and pour the washed vegetables into the pot. When the oil touches the water, it explodes loudly, and white smoke rises violently. Song Nai remains motionless, flipping the bottom of the pot with a shovel as usual, and a male voice suddenly appears Behind the back, Song Nai trembled all over, and his heart rate soared instantly.

Song Nai was easily frightened, the shovel almost flew out of his hand, he quickly covered his beating heart, and gasped for breath.

"You need to turn on the range hood when cooking." Ji Shen held his breath, his eyes filled with impatience.

The man was standing behind him, and Song Nai could feel his breath when he spoke, like a little white rabbit being stared at by a falcon, his back was stiff and he did not dare to move, "...I'm sorry, Mr. Ji, I don't know."

Ji Shen reached out and pressed the button, the range hood started to work, and the thick smoke drifting into the living room became less and less visible to the naked eye.

"Don't you know how to cook, don't you know how to use a range hood?" Ji Shen frowned as he stared at the messy vegetables in the pot with his chest in his arms.

Feeling that the heat source behind him receded, Song Nai breathed a sigh of relief, held the shovel and continued to stir fry, and smiled apologetically at the indifferent man, "Mr. Ji, I have never used a range hood. There are no such conditions on the construction site."