Six-Year-Old Baojiao Is Busy in Building a Kingdom

Chapter 300: No wife

Entering Jinyuan, Jinyuan,

"Wow, sir, your house is huge."

Jiaojiao was like a small villager who had never seen the world, looking excitedly at the luxurious and spacious courtyard.

Looking through the door, there were three attics up close to far away in the other courtyard. There were rocks and flowers in the front yard, and a stone path meandered and straight. Square pavilion.

And this is just a view from the door.

"If Baojiao likes him, he will often come visit him in the future." Said Rong Yan while carrying him to the hall in the front yard.

Jiaojiao shook his head, and explained in a candlelight voice: "I'll be home with my parents tomorrow, and it might take a long time to come to the capital in the future. I'm afraid I won't be able to come and play with you."

After he finished speaking, Jiaojiao raised his head and said to his master: "In the future, you can play with your wife. When you give birth to a baby, I'll give her a red envelope, and then I'll come see you with a gift."

Xuanliu who was behind him staggered.

Rong Yan also laughed angrily, flicked the little girl's forehead with Qu Finger, and joked: "You're not old yet, so you've got a lot to worry about."

"Hmph, you're bluffing." Jiaojiao covered her forehead and rubbed it.

Seeing his gentle appearance, Rong Yan smiled and led him into the hall, and ordered Xuan Liu to take the snow fox vest.

Xuan Liu pursed his lips and looked at Jiaojiao when he heard those words, he hesitated to speak, it is a birthday present that his master will give to the Fourth Miss ...

He did not dare to break his master's orders, so he rushed to the warehouse to retrieve it.

Rong Yan removed Jiaojiao's black robe, and then put on a snow-white vest with a touch of red on it.

Initially, the upper body was wearing a proper vest, but Jiaojiao instantly covered his legs. Since there are no arms, it does not affect the overall appearance.

Jiaojiao was wearing an unworthy female outfit, and she stood beside Master carefully, looking at the door carefully.

Seeing her like this, Rong Yan raised his hand to poke her cheek, "What are you doing?"

Jiaojiao clapped his hands, raised his chest and said in a low voice, "I'm wearing your lady clothes, so of course I have to thank my teacher."

Rong Yan was delighted, rubbing the middle of his eyebrows and said: "I have never been married, where did you come from, my teacher?"

Jiaojiao was startled for a moment, looked at Master suspiciously, scratched his head in confusion and asked, "Right?"

"Why lie to you, do you see any happy words in my house."

Rong Yan took the wet handkerchief from Xuan Liu and wiped his hands, then took another clean cotton towel and wiped it for Jiaojiao as well.

Jiaojiao looked around as her hands were wiped, and she really did not have any red decorations.

Then, his master did not marry a wife!

For some reason, he felt a little happy secretly, and looked at Master with sparkling eyes.

Seeing his gaze, Rong Yan raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Happy?"

Jiaojiao nodded happily, and said: "If you are not married, the teacher should not accompany the teacher's wife or persuade her baby. If you have time, you can go to the Qing'an Temple to stay, so you can meet and talk."

"You miss me so much, I'm so grateful to teacher, let's go, I'll take you to eat a rare meal."

Rong Yan led the people into the backyard.

On the street, Jiaojiao looked curious, and the snow-white fur vest on her body reflected her gentle and western-style style, her pink face,*** and moist eyes, and red lips like cherries.

Rong Yan saw that he looked like a glutinous dumpling, his eyebrows and eyes could not help but soften, and asked with a smile: "Is it cold?"

Jiaojiao looked at the backyard, shook his head and said, "It's not cold anymore."

In the terrace pavilion in the distance, there were two women in ordinary clothes waiting.

Jiaojiao followed her master and walked over, the two women lowered their heads and exclaimed: "Master."

"Don't wait, just get off."

Jiaojiao looked curiously at the materials on the table. Everything was cut and not cooked. There's meat, vegetables, desserts, and tea.

Rong Yantong pointed to the hot silver iron and charcoal frame inside the long iron box, and said, "I'll bake whatever you want."

Jiaojiao finally realized that he wanted to cook all the raw food with fire.

He looked at his master hesitantly to speak, grilling one by one was too troublesome, why not fry them in a frying pan, how these green vegetables could be roasted, and how it felt like this kind of food.

Rong Yanquan acted as if he did not see his dislike, so he took out a few pieces of meat, skillfully placed them on an iron shelf, and then brushed them with oil, until they were grilled to greasy, so he put them on the iron shelf, then brush it with the prepared sauce. He took the fan from the side to fan the charcoal fire.

Accompanied by a hissing sound, Jiaojiao's eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help but come closer to take a closer look.

"Stand further, beware of oil splashes." Rong Yan pursed his lips and glanced at the little man beside his feet.

"Oh."

Jiaojiao obediently retreated slightly, but he was so low that he could not see him standing far away. He searched around, then ran to the rock pier and climbed up.

Fanning the wind, Rong Yan looked back at the girl, saw that she was going to take off her shoes when she climbed onto the stone back dock, and said helplessly, "If you step on her, step on her. Someone will clean it up. Be careful your feet get cold."

He is smart in everyday life, so taking off his shoes in cold weather does not invite colds.

Jiaojiao smiled shyly when she heard that, she was not worried anymore, she stood on the stone dock and watched Master's barbecue.

The sliced meat was slightly thicker, and hissing and greasy at the moment, and the wrapped and baked sauce tasted very fragrant.

Rong Yan sprinkled more herbs, and then continued to stir.

Jiaojiao smelled the scent, his mouth started salivating, and he stared at the meat greedily.

Jiaojiao asked curiously again: "Master, you are really smart, what is this food?"

Rong Yan replied: "Well, for now, this is called an iron grill."

Jiaojiao nodded, and asked as he muttered, "The smell is so good, how fast can you eat it?"

"Come, go down and choose another dish. After grilling the meat, I'll bake another one for you."

"All right..."

Jiaojiao was like a greedy cat, he could not rest for a moment here and there, jumping around just to stutter.

Rong Yan hooked his lips, seriously dividing the large piece of meat into small pieces, and then presented it to Jiaojiao who had long been staring at him.

"Find how it feels."

Jiaojiao nodded happily, carefully avoiding the vest, and began to eat with a piece of meat.

The chewy meat burst in the mouth, the smell of oil and the sauce tasted delicious at the same time, Jiaojiao could not help but eat another piece.

It tastes so good.

"Eat slowly, carefully scorch."

"Hmmm..."

Jiaojiao is in charge of eating, Rong Yan is in charge of baking, one big and one small can feel comfortable.

After an hour,

Jiaojiao rested on the chair, his mouth clenched, and his fleshy little hands covered his round belly.

"Very full ~"

Jiaojiao used to eat dinner, but Master would take him for dinner. The most important thing was that the delicious food Master roasted was so delicious, he would be too full if he did not pay attention.

Rong Yan sat on the side, placed his hands behind his head, glanced at his distended stomach, and chuckled: "Do you want to eat next time?"

Jiaojiao lay down on the chair and did not want to get up,*** and her white eyes fluttered, and her soft voice sounded lazy: "I still have to eat, but I have to eat less."