Chapter 2807

After seven days in the hospital, Qing Wan insisted on leaving the hospital and returning to the celebrity garden.

Er Donghao accompanies Qingwan every day and learns to make tonic Soup for her. He wants to relieve the pain of losing her child.

Aunt Er stayed with Qingwan for several days. Qingwan knew that Ling Hao's brother and sister and Zhan Peng were playing outside. She was worried about her children, so she advised her to go and play with them.

"My aunt arranged for someone to follow. It's OK." Aunt Er put down the soup bowl, then pulled a chair to sit down in front of the bed. Qingwan's condition was much better, but she was in confinement. Aunt Er insisted that she should stay in the room every day to have a rest.

Although aunt Er has never married or been a mother in her whole life, she has lived for a long time. She knows that a woman can't be careless when she is in confinement. Even if she is a child, she has to sit well, so as not to fall ill in the future.

"Auntie, I'm all right now. My aunt has promised several children to play with them. I'd better go to them." Qingwan brought up the soup bowl by herself. In recent days, she had to drink several bowls of tonic soup every day. Most of the time, it was Mr. Zhou who cooked the soup. Although Er Donghao learned to cook the soup, he was used to being superior. He really learned to cook the soup. Qingwan didn't dare to compliment him. He usually didn't appreciate it.

Er Donghao is very depressed. He thinks he is very smart, but he can't learn how to cook some soup. Either it's salty or it's light. When it's salty, he adds water. As a result, the more and more, the soup has no flavor. When it's light, he adds salt, and then it turns salty. When it's salty, he adds water and water. In the end, it's still a tasteless soup.

soup is the cream of the tongue, but the soup that Er Dong Hao has boiled is more than a layer of oil boiling water, more salt taste.

Mr. Zhou has a lot of opinions on this. He thinks that the owner has wasted a lot of good ingredients. What's more, his wife doesn't like to drink the soup made by the owner, and the soup prepared by the owner is very much. The owner asks these people to drink it separately. Can Mr. Zhou have no opinion?

Smelling the strong fragrance, Qingwan had a big appetite. She took a mouthful of soup and drank it. She said, "is this soup made by elder brother Zhou?"

Aunt er said: "Donghao is still busy. I don't know when his soup will be ready. My aunt worries that you will be hungry, so she will fill you with a bowl of good soup first." Aunt Er thought of her nephew personally cooking for her nephew's daughter-in-law, but she was not flattered.

However, she still spoke for her nephew: "Qing Wan, you see, Dong Hao is really getting better and better for you. All of them cook and learn to stew for you. He used to like Zhang Xiao so much that he never cooked for Zhang Xiao."

Er Donghao only goes to Mojia to eat and drink. He has never helped to cook.

While drinking the tonic soup stewed by Mr. Zhou, Qing Wan said: "the breakfast he cooked can barely be imported. The soup is still out of standard."

Aunt er said with a smile: "practice makes perfect. If you do more, you will do it well in the future. You are a person who has a good taste. I am his aunt. I raised him so much and worked hard for him. I haven't drunk the soup he cooked for me."

Qing Wan also said impolitely, "it's my aunt who doesn't appreciate it and can't drink it."

"I'd rather have boiled water," she said with a smile

Er Donghao: auntie, can we not tear it down?

Er Donghao, who knows that his soup is not even appreciated by his aunt, is still really busy in the kitchen at the moment.

In the Celebrity Garden, because there are no servants or special cooks, every day's three meals are made by Mr. Zhou in turn. Everyone has at least one specialty. For example, Mr. Zhou's best skill is to cook soup. Therefore, every day's soup is cooked by Mr. Zhou.

Other dishes are completed by other people. One person can cook a dish and make a rich table of delicious dishes.

Er Donghao is still busy cooking his soup. His hands are already making their best dishes. The kitchen is full of all kinds of flavors.

"Why is it salty again?"

Er Donghao tried the taste of the soup himself and thought it was salty again.

Next to him, a member of the cooking staff heard the owner's murmur. He wanted to say that when the owner put salt, he put a few spoonfuls of it, but it was not salty. The owner could not grasp how much salt he put in as much water as he put in.

Er Donghao frowned and looked at the soup he was cooking. The soup in the pot was not much, but it was too salty. He added water to the pot, and the soup pot would become a pot of soup. Without adding water, it would be too salty.

When he saw the soup pot beside him, which was made by Mr. Zhou, er Donghao stretched out his hand and unscrewed the lid of the pot. He put a spoon into a bowl in front of him. Then, he drank the soup. It tasted good.

"Ink white."

Er Donghao called out to the people who were frying vegetables. That person and Mo Yao were the same batch, so they all started with ink.

"Master of the house." Mo Bai continued to stir fry his specialty dishes, while respectfully responding: "the master has something to ask."

I hope it's not for him to taste the soup made by the owner.

However, after dinner, they still have to help the owner clean up the mess."Why can't I make the soup well? I tried to make a good performance in front of your wife, but she made her laugh Er Donghao said in distress.

Mo Bai took a look at Er Donghao and said with a smile, "master, in fact, even if you don't cook in person, your wife knows that you are very good to her. We have brother Zhou cooking soup, and your wife loves his soup. Why is the master so tired?"

The lady didn't appreciate it at all. They had to drink soup under the pressure of the owner.

Mo Bai is hoping that the owner can give up early, and if it goes on like this, they may all have to vomit.

Er Dong Hao sighed: "I don't want to let your wife know that she is unique in my heart. I can only cook soup for her. Besides, she miscarried, or I hurt her. I'm not atoning."

"Forget it, if I continue to study, I don't believe that I can't make a good soup. What's the difficulty in boiling soup is just the problem of salt. I'll put salt a little bit next time to ensure that it won't be salty again."

Er Donghao still doesn't want to give up.

Mo Bai would like to say that there are many ways of atonement, but if the owner said that, it would be hard for him to say it again, so as not to be knocked by the owner.

You know, when they see the owner cooking soup with salt, they remind the owner, and even some people are too impulsive to say a few words about the owner, and then they eat several spoons of the owner.

"The owner is confident that he will make good soup one day. Come on, master!" Mobai's special dish was ready. He scooped it up and put it on the plate. Then he put the dish aside and began to pick up the apron. It was the next man who came in to take over.

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