Thinking of this, Deng Xiao smiled and said, "Why don't I help you?"

Thinking of Lin Nanxi's stomach growling just now, Jiang Yixiao agreed without thinking.

After all, he could cook even faster if he had someone to help him.

It can also allow Yuzu to eat breakfast earlier.

"good."

But with the help of Xu Qian and Deng Xiao, Jiang Yixiao's cooking speed not only did not increase, but became even slower.

The reason is that Deng Xiao doesn't know how to wash or cut vegetables at all.

Come to think of it, even if a second-tier singer cooks at home, there will be someone to help her prepare the food.

Not to mention Deng Xiao, among all the famous stars and singers, except for those who really love cooking, how many can master the skills of washing, picking and cooking vegetables?

Not to mention celebrities, even many girls nowadays can’t cook (not to disparage, the author can’t either), and those born in the 2000s can hardly even tell the difference between rice and wheat.

Jiang Yixiao looked at Deng Xiao like this and was so worried that his hair almost turned bald.

Isn't this a typical case of doing more harm than good?

But he didn't know what to say.

After all, they are here to help.

So he could only help Deng Xiao to process the meat and vegetables.

"Let me help you."

Deng Xiao thought Jiang Yixiao was feeling sorry for her, and for a moment she was so shy that her ears were about to bleed.

I have to say that this habit of imagining things is not a good thing, otherwise she will be the only one who is embarrassed in the end.

Deng Xiao muttered in a husky voice, "Thank you, Brother Jiang."