735: You Are Back

You Are Back

Ye Hao looked at the three people sitting around the table and he instantly felt bad.2

"You guys..."

F*ck, do you have to be so mean to me?

Why didn't you invite me?

"Mr. Ye, are you sure you don't want to go and cook? We only have only one hour for breakfast and thirty minutes have passed."

There was only half an hour left. If he couldn't finish cooking within half an hour, he would have to go hungry until noon.

Hearing that there was only half an hour left, Ye Hao quickly turned around with the jar in his hand. However, he was stopped by Mo Boyuan.

"Wait."

"Director Mo, what's wrong now?"

Could the guy finish his words in one go?

Mo Boyuan stirred the noodles in the bowl and said, "Mr. Ye, if you want to eat breakfast, you'd better take out those beans and peanuts."

Beans needed to be soaked in water in advance, okay?

Otherwise, they would need several hours to cook.

Although Mo Boyuan didn't cook, he still knew the basic knowledge.

Ye Hao didn't understand.

"Eh? Why? If I take them out, wouldn't it become white porridge?"

It was precisely because he didn't like white porridge that he had put in the red beans and peanuts.

Even though he didn't cook, he had seen such ingredients in the eight treasures congee he usually ate.

"You can either have white congee or go hungry. It's your choice."

Ye Hao scratched his head:

"Alright."

He agreed even though he still didn't know why.

...

Ye Hao went to the kitchen, and Mo Boyuan continued to peel shrimps for the two boys. The father and son didn't touch the noodles in the bowls.

"Eat shrimp first. We'll eat noodles after Uncle Ye comes back."

"Got it, Dad."

Shitou grunted and chewed the shrimp with great enjoyment.

It was obvious that he was not picky about food!

Raised in luxury, Mo Boyuan and his son were truly picky.

They left the last two prawns on the plate for Ye Hao.

"You two, don't run around. I'll go check on Mr. Ye."

The little boy waved his hand indifferently.

"Dad, you go ahead."

Mo Boyuan gently pinched his son's face before he got up and left.

In the kitchen, Ye Hao was cooking picking out the beans and peanuts from the pot. When he saw Mo Boyuan coming over, he asked, "Are you done eating?"

"No, we're waiting for you." Mo Boyuan looked at the pot.

"The porridge is almost ready," he reminded.

Ye Hao picked out the last peanut.

"Is it done?" He asked in return.

This guy didn't knew a thing about cooking!

Mo Boyuan nodded in confirmation:

"Yes."

Then, he took out two bowls from the cupboard and rinsed them.

Ye Hao turned off the fire clumsily and reached out to take the pot. However, he was instantly scalded and jumped.

"F*ck, it's so hot."

Mo Boyuan glanced at him as if he was a fool.

"Mr. Ye, use a rage to protect your hand, okay?"

"Oh, yeah. Rag. Where's the rag?"

Following the direction of Mo Boyuan's finger, he finally found a new rag hanging behind the door.

When the two men returned, the boys were resting their heads on the table, looking hungry.

There had been about ten shrimps. Mo Boyuan had eaten one and now there were two left. The other seven or eight shrimps were shared between the two children. With little in belly, of course they were hungry.

"Dad, you're back!"

Actually, the two boys were very well-behaved.

They knew the two shrimps were reserved left for ye Hao, so they didn't touch them even though they were hungry.

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