Chapter 737: Dad, you cooked delicious

How much vinegar was poured in?
Don't you want money?
Ye Hao's sour tears were about to fall out, and after pouring a few mouthfuls of warm water, he always felt sore in his throat and suddenly coughed.
Mo Boyuan was still quite calm in his actions, and after taking a few sips of water, his eyes finally turned to a certain little person.
After Xiao Ningning felt the familiar gaze, her smirking expression constricted, but she quickly returned to an innocent look.
Ah.
The degree of black belly of this little fox is the true biography of this old fox, his father Shen!
Of course, Mo Boyuan didn't really expose his son, he coughed:
"These can't be eaten anymore."
The salty ones die, the sour ones lose their teeth.
"Motor, what should I do?"
Mo Boyuan glanced around, when he saw the bag of apples that Ye family father and son had sent over last night:
"That one!"
Ye Hao looked over:
"Isn't that an apple? You want this for breakfast?"
Mo Boyuan had got up, Yu Guang glanced at Ye Hao:
"Teacher Ye can choose not to eat."
Not to eat?
How can that be?
It’s better to be hungry than to be hungry.
However, eating apples on an empty stomach will definitely not work in the morning.
Mo Boyuan had already carried the bag of apples to the kitchen, and Ye Hao quickly followed.
Ye Hao gave up doing it himself completely in his heart.
Why not follow Mo Dao with a better attitude and always have some soup?
Seeing that the two adults were gone, of course the two children followed suit.
At this time, it is the uncle who eats!
Mo Boyuan took out the apples in the bag and washed them one by one, and did not forget to instruct Ye Hao to clean the pot:
Adults, how can anyone not work and eat free food?
Want to be beautiful!
After Ye Hao brushed the pot, Mo Boyuan cut all the apples into pieces, then measured the amount with a bowl, mixed a few bowls of water into the pot, and poured the cut apple pieces into a plate. Put the lid on.
Ye Hao frowned as he watched, and said in a low voice:
"Ink guide, this seems to have to boil before putting fruit."
Mo Boyuan paused unconsciously, Ye Hao naturally didn't see anything, and a certain man wouldn't admit that he had made a mistake.
"You will, you come!"
"Forget it then, can I do it?" He shook his hands again and again.
Ah.
Since you don't do it, don't bb.
Some eat it, but you still dislike it?
About four or five minutes, the pot was boiling, and the lid was lifted.
The sweet and sour apple flavored lid spreads out as soon as the lid is opened.
Mo Boyuan glanced, turned off the fire in his hand, and again ordered Ye Hao:
"Teacher Ye, take out some bowls and wash them."
Ye Hao was honest this time. The two children stood at the door of the kitchen with their necks stretched out.
"Mo Zhining, take my brother back and wait."
"Oh, good dad."
When the two children left, Ye Hao washed the bowls:
"Director Mo, are you all right?"
Mo Boyuan nodded:
"can."
Four people, two adults and two children, the freshly cooked apples are worthy of a half bowl of soup and water.
"What are you doing? Take it over."
In this way, of the two fathers, Mo Boyuan is more reliable!
As for Ye Hao, Xiaobai, who lives a full life, has been identified.
"Oh oh."
When the meal is over, the gathering time is almost the same.
The little man burped full:
"Dad, the apple you cooked is delicious." praised.
After listening to his son, Mo Boyuan was still very pleased.
"Really?"