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Chapter five hundred and sixty fourth helper(1/2)

Lin Miao hurriedly wiped his hands and came over to hold Luo Jiao.

Then Luo's father went to see the kitchen.

"This is," he was a little surprised to find Lin Miao and a large pot of noodles.

Lin Miao glanced at it and smiled and said, "Dad eats buns for lunch, do you have anything to eat?"

Luo's father stared at the basin twice, then looked at Lin Miao, as if he had remembered something.

Luo Jiao is now spreading her limbs and playing with herself.

"Give me Jiaojiao a good thing, you're busy," he opened his hand, obviously intending to help Lin Miao share his work.

Lin Miao smiled and handed the child over, "Thank you for your hard work, Dad."

Luo's father shook his head.

Jiaojiao has grown up, she doesn’t cry or make a fuss. She is very obedient and has two grandchildren who help to watch her. What’s the hard work he has?

Leaving out of his mother's arms, Luo Jiao turned to look at Luo's father.

Xiao Silin Miao's eyes were filled with big doubts.

It seems like I'll talk about it again, when will I be able to change someone with my arms?

Luo's father was amused by her expression and shook Luo Jiao, "Don't Jiao like grandpa?"

Luo Jiao held her small fist and frowned and began to chew.

Do you like it or like it?

Why ask this question for your baby?

It's so difficult for babies to choose, it's really hard.

Lin Miao smiled at Luo's father, who was smiling at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. The grief and sorrow mixed in wrinkles seemed to fade a lot.

She turned around and continued.

Luo's father said, "If you are too tired, don't hold on, just hire two people to help."

Lin Miao responded with a smile, but did not plan to hire anyone.

The yard is full of elderly and children. What if someone gets involved and what happens?

It's just a meal for about twenty people, and you don't have to do it in a variety of ways. Even if you measure it, it won't cost anything.

"I understand," Lin Miao did not resist Luo's father, but just responded with a smile.

Luo's father knew that she was an idea, so he took Luo Jiao to the front yard with him.

Lin Miao kneaded the noodles for a while and felt that it was almost done, so he pulled a piece of it out to roll the noodles.

Li Qi slipped over and said, "Sister, I'll help you."

"Okay, go wash your hands first," Lin Miao was not polite.

There are more than twenty people around, and he will not be short of him for a while.

Li Qi agreed to go and wash his hands.

Then he came over with his wet hands.

Lin Miao pointed to the cage next to him, "Go and clean this one."

Both left and right took possession and washed them all.

Li Qi went to work happily.

Lin Miao tasted the filling, and the taste had already entered, so he started to make buns.

Li Qi came over with a cage. Seeing Lin Miao's extremely skillful technique, he immediately widened his eyes.

"Sister, you are a professional pastry chef," he shook his head again, "Your level is better than pastry chef, you must be a chef."

"It's still a few stars."

Li Qi praised him seriously.

Lin Miao put the buns on the cage that was made into a cloth, "put water in the pot and put the cage on it."

Li Qi smiled and did as he did.

After laying a layer of the forest seedlings, cover it with a lid and cut the shredded radish.

"Sister, what should I do?"

Lin Miao pointed to a large pile of spinach placed on the ground.

“It’s all taken.”

Li Qi blinked and took a small stool over.

Lin Miao rubbed half a pot of carrots, cut half a pot of carrots, and then started making egg skins.

When it was almost done, she looked at the buns on the cage and lit the fire.

Li Qi took a sneak glance and saw that the bun was fat and fat, and each foot was as big as his fist, and saliva was suddenly flooded.

The forest seedlings began to peel winter melons.

For most of the time, Lin Miao cleaned the skin.

Li Qi came over to pick spinach. Seeing such a big winter melon, he couldn't help but look at it a few more.

The pot had already started SAIC. Lin Miao turned off the heat by pinching the point, poured out the buns, and then made a pot of them.

Li Qi whipped around the steaming bun for a few times, and his face turned red.

Lin Miao couldn't help laughing, "You taste the taste first."

"May I?"

Li Qi's eyes lit up.

Lin Miao nodded with a smile, peeled two cloves of garlic, and poured them with dipping sauce.

Just as I was about to hand it to him, I saw that there was only half of the bun left in his hand.

"Slow down, hot," Lin Miao said anxiously.

Li Qi raised his face and poured the buns left and right. He took a breath, then chewed them and swallowed them.

Lin Miao looked at him with laughter and cry.

"You think you still eat ginseng fruit."

Li Qi laughed, and then dipped the sauce and said with a favor: "Sister, it's so delicious."

"If you have something to do, I will tell you, and I will help you with everything you want to try dishes and taste."

Liu Feng came over when he smelled the fragrance, and heard the second half of the sentence, and rushed over quickly.

"And I, sister, I have nothing to say about my knife skills."

"Come on, have you finished your work?"

A rare good job was about to be taken away, Li Qi felt extremely dangerous and hurriedly revealed the truth.

"It's over, am I the kind of person who is not doing his job?"

Liu Feng glared at him and answered briskly.

"Okay, you're here just right, cut the winter melon," Lin Miaocai arranged the life directly regardless of how the two of them fought.

"Okay," Liu Feng went to the edge of the cutting board.

Li Qi grabbed him and "wash his hands."

Liu Feng stared.

But when I thought that this was not a place for them to have fun at will, I glared at him and went to the water basin to wash my hands.

Li Qi smiled oh.

Lin Miao stuffed him a handful of garlic.

“It’s all peeled.”

"Stripped?"

Li Qi's eyes widened.

Lin Miao nodded.

"There are many people in the family, peel more and keep them for use at night."

Li Qi was speechless immediately.

Since he has made up his mind to hang out with Lin Miao, he will be his job sooner or later.

Liu Feng had already come over now, picked up the kitchen knife and cut it up.

"Sister, what do you want?"
To be continued...
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