Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite

A word of waking Ye Qiao, she was busy coming over, took his plate, turned and took the pill box, took the corresponding pill according to the medication instructions, and poured it into the bottle cap.

"You don't take care of me, just take the medicine."

Ji Mo took some warm water and swallowed the pills. Ye Qiao looked around and pointed at a door and asked, "Is that a kitchen?"

"Yes." Ji Mo should.

She immediately walked over. "Do you have millet and pumpkin in your house? Can I help you with some porridge?"

Online said that millet pumpkin porridge raises the stomach.

Ji Mo smiled and chased it. "No need, Xiao Qiao, don't be so polite."

“How?” Ye Qiao turned his face. “Afraid me to use your kitchen?”

The voice of the voice has been removed from the shelf and wrapped around the body.

The season ink was not good enough to stop, so I had to turn over the kitchen cabinet and take out the sealed jar filled with millet. "The pumpkin is not, only the millet."

"It's okay, I will go out and buy some food later." Ye Qiao took the rice can. When he saw him still on his side, he immediately put down the rice can, grabbed his arm, pushed him out of the kitchen, and pressed it onto the sofa. "You wait." Just do it, give it to me."

Ji Mo smiled helplessly. "Then you borrowed your computer and U disk and I will help you to see the video again."

Ye Qiao grabbed his bag and handed it to him. She returned to the kitchen, closed the door, used her mobile phone to dial the phone of her mother, and covered her mouth with her hand.

"The mother is an adult, the rivers and lakes are in a hurry, how is the millet porridge?"

Ye Qiao's family is medium, but his father is a pet madman. He has been used to it since he was a child. This kind of work in the kitchen has never been done. Just wrapped in apron is just an illusion.

“How do you think about asking this?” On the other end of the phone, Ye’s mother was confused. “Don’t you talk about modern women’s far-boiled kitchen...”

"Your niece wants to chase the god, you hurry."

"Which south sinks, how strange is this name?"

"It's a male god, not a South sink. In short, I am a man who wants to conquer his stomach first, then conquer him. You don't teach it?!"

"Teach! Teach! Teach!" Ye mother immediately rejoiced. "I tell you, this is very simple. Listen to the mother and tell you to first wash the rice, then enter the pot with the water, remember the proportion of water meters..."

"Half bowl of rice, a few bowls of rice?"

Pressing the phone with his head and neck, Ye Qiao turned to take the rice can, and saw the ink in the kitchen door at a glance.

Finished, he will not hear it now?

Ye Qiao was worried and instinctively wanted to explain. As soon as the head was lifted, the phone slid down and slammed into the pot.

Panic down the pot, grabbed the phone out of the pot and saw that it didn't break, Ye Qiao sighed quietly - well, the pot still didn't pick up the water, or the phone was afraid to be scrapped.

"Season... Season!" She smiled with her face. "You don't misunderstand, I am... my mom is a bit more, then I just talked casually, I definitely don't..."

Ji Mo stunned and laughed. "I just want to ask, your computer's power-on password."

So, did he not hear the words before? !

Ye Qiao can't wait to slap himself. "Oh, password... my birthday, 0601!"

"Sixty-one?" Ji Mo smiled. "This birthday is good."

"Well, when I was young, my parents were together on June 1st, and I didn’t collect much gifts!"

Ji Mo smiled and turned away from the kitchen. Ye Qiao took a deep breath, raised his hand to caress his chest, and grabbed his mobile phone to the ear.