"snort!"
He Zhou's nasal tone sounded like he was reluctantly letting He Jing pass.
He Jing breathed a long sigh of relief and patted her chest. Then she saw He Zhou roll up his sleeves, rummage through the trash can, and lift a bag of fresh beef from the bottom of the trash can. The beef packaging bag was still unopened, and blood was dripping from the price tag.
He Zhou frowned in disgust and revulsion, and said with utter sarcasm, "Beef balls are so high in calories, they'll turn him into a fatso sooner or later."
He Jing: "..."
She never expected that He Zhou would do something like this when she entered the kitchen just two steps behind him. No wonder he said there was no beef in the kitchen; she probably couldn't find it even if she waited.
It has to be He Zhou, he's so ruthless!
Noticing He Jing staring at him expectantly, He Zhou looked very displeased: "I bought it, I have the right to throw it away."
"Yes, yes, Third Brother is right." He Jing moved closer to He Zhou, carefully took the bag of fresh beef, and said with a hint of flattery, "Third Brother, let me handle this. Don't get your hands dirty."
He Zhou didn't stop her. He washed his hands, crossed his arms, and stood to the side, watching He Jing handle the situation quickly.
He would occasionally offer criticism: "Your knife skills have deteriorated... You didn't chop the filling properly... He Jing, are you even capable?"
He Jingxin said, "You travel all over the world learning to cook, so of course I'm not as good as you."
Besides, what's the point of making a meatball show? As long as it's edible, that's all that matters.
Just then, the kitchen glass door was suddenly pulled open, and half a tall figure peeked in: "Oh, Third Brother, you're back? He Jing, what are you making?"
Who else but He Chen could say that?
He looked at the two people in front of the kitchen counter with a beaming smile.
He Zhou glanced at He Chen and asked, "Why did you come back? Did you leave your big villa behind?"
He Chen stretched out his body, lazily stepped over the threshold, and walked to the two of them: "Third Brother, you are mistaken. It's not about how I got back, but that I've always been here, including when Third Brother was bullying Fourth Brother just now, I was at the door of the room."
Unfortunately, the competition among them was so fierce that no one noticed him at all.
He Zhou's expression was not good, probably because he didn't want his younger brother to see him make a fool of himself.
Fortunately, He Chen didn't dwell on it. He simply watched He Jing pounding the beef paste and slowly sighed, "I'm so envious of Fourth Brother. He can have He Jing cook whatever he wants, while Fifth Brother and I were really craving spicy chicken today, and we could only order takeout."
He Jing looked up at the opportune moment: "Has Sixth Brother already ordered takeout?"
"No."
"Then I'll make it for Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother."
He Chen's smile grew even gentler: "Thank you, He Jing."
He Zhou found He Chen suddenly extremely annoying and kicked him out of the kitchen.
As soon as He Chen left, He Zhou coldly snatched the wooden mallet from He Jing's hand and said, "Is this how they treat you when I'm not home?"
He Jing exclaimed "Ah!" somewhat dumbfounded: "This isn't called ordering people around, is it?"
"Ignore them from now on," He Zhou said with a dark face. "They're all worth millions; they can eat whatever they want. You have no obligation to cook for them!"
He Jing countered, "What if I want to do it?"
He Zhou replied, "Just hire a chef, and you can just talk to him."
this……
This is truly because her brother has become successful; his thought process is beyond her comprehension.
He Zhou wouldn't allow her to object: "I'll hire a chef for you tomorrow!"
After saying that, he not only personally cooked the spicy chicken that He Chen had specifically requested, but also endured his deep disgust to make the beef balls that He Sui wanted to eat.
When it was mealtime, He Suiru, like a little piglet, rushed to the table. Seeing the golden beef balls in the winnowing basket, he grabbed one without hesitation and stuffed it into his mouth, then let out a loud shout—
"Spicy! He Jing, what did you put in the beef balls?"
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