An Jiayou kept silently hypnotizing himself, yet soone refused to give him the chance to back down. Lin Mubai saw no one answer him, so he simply turned around. At this mont, Little Jia You couldn’t find the perfect excuse to run away, so he had to bite the bullet and step up: "Uncle Mu Bai, I don’t know how to handle kitchen tasks, what can I do to help?"
The hidden deep aning was, I can’t help, so please let go.
Lin Mubai, such a clever person, how could he not hear the hidden aning in his words? Yet he still pretended not to understand: "Little Jia You, just help Uncle Mu Bai pick the vegetable leaves. It’s such a simple task that even a fool can do it."
The other aning of this sentence was, if you can’t do it, then you’re worse than a fool.
In order not to be worse than a fool, Little Jia You had to obediently enter his life of picking vegetable leaves.
Seeing the little guy obediently listening to him, Lin Mubai once again cast a provocative glance at soone: "See that, see that? We are a family. As for you, you’re just a guest, so you better leave early."
Jesse kept his discontent strong in his heart, his face still smiling faintly.
He even sincerely praised the little guy’s actions: "Little Jia You is really amazing."
The little guy whose na was ntioned looked up confusedly, really wanting to shout back: "I’m forced to do this, okay?"
Ultimately, he didn’t do so, yet he didn’t want to beco the object of contention between these two quality n. An Jiayou decided to obediently keep his head down and do his work, regardless of whatever weird actions these two bastards might take.
And the antics between the two childish n continued.
Little Jia You wasn’t getting involved, but that didn’t an he didn’t enjoy watching the show. He perked up his ears high, and sotis the conversations he overheard nearly made him laugh out loud.
Like this conversation.
Jesse said triumphantly: "An Nan loves the pasta I make."
Young Master Lin retorted indifferently: "Well, my An Nan just loves eating, she likes all delicious food."
Jesse’s smile instantly froze on his face, still trying to hold on: "An Nan also likes the French cuisine I make."
Young Master Lin added the last spoonful of salt to the pot, excitedly shouting: "Done, Little Jia You, grab a bowl and eat breakfast." After that, he completely ignored soone.
Watching the big and small leave the kitchen with bowls and chopsticks, Jesse glanced at the half-chopped tomatoes on the cutting board, completely dumbfounded, and then a feeling of wanting to cry without tears swept over him: "Damn, who invented pasta, why are the steps so many and complicated?"
Just as he was still staring blankly at the tomatoes, the living room outside the kitchen had begun eating, An Nan couldn’t help but ask: "Where’s Jesse? Why doesn’t he co to eat breakfast together?"
Jesse had just cheerfully prepared to step out and join in for breakfast, planning to infuriate a certain man. However, the next mont, he was almost angered to the point of spewing blood by a certain man’s words; this man was truly shaless.
Young Master Lin’s voice leisurely, with a bit of laziness: "Jesse said he’s not used to Chinese breakfast, he’s making pasta for himself."
Little Jia You, who had just put a spoon to his mouth, quickly put the spoon back and secretly thanked his luck that he hadn’t eaten anything, otherwise he would have choked to death on those shaless words. Being smart, he naturally wouldn’t drag down the crafty Young Master at this mont.
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