Chapter 41: The Academic Genius Can't Cook

  I'll update these for now, I'm going out for a trip, and I'll try to come back early, don't worry about me everyone.

  An Lele was like this, although she had a thousand and two hundred unwillingness in her heart, but still got up early. This wicked demon has now become a person who cannot take care of himself and needs her to take care of him. Having money is not enough?

  Lele suddenly felt that this sentence was really not worth asking, of course, having money is not a big deal. If she had money, she wouldn't have to interrupt her studies and could go straight to graduate school. If she had money, she could have sent her grandfather to a good hospital for treatment earlier and found the best doctor to treat him. But all these things became different because of lack of money.

  If she had money, she shouldn't be bullied by Jing Mo, right? It's not "mental illness", haha, she's so talented, how did she come up with such a name? It's so fitting for Jing Mo's temperament.

  Thinking of Jing's evil spirit with its legs up, waiting to torture her, the beautiful morning light suddenly seemed like a pm2.5 invasion, everything was no longer beautiful, and her heart was also full of pm2.5.

  When she arrived at Jingyang's home, Jingyang had just come out of the bath and saw her with a smile on her face: "Not bad, very punctual."

  The music is pleasant but makes no sound.

  "This morning, you don't have to rush to work, just make breakfast for Messi instead."

  "Ahh?!" An Lele shrieked in surprise.

  "What about Aunt Liu?"

  "She's back home with her grandson!"

  "What? She's not coming back?"

  "Not for now!"

  "Remember Messi doesn't like spicy food. Mobile phone mobile terminal first launch address:"

  Jingyang went out dressed neatly, while Anle walked into the kitchen with a worried and unhappy face.

  Looking at the pots and pans in the kitchen, she was worried. In her 22 years of life experience, she had done many things, but she had never cooked a meal before. What to do?

  I don't know what the little fatty sleeping upstairs wants to eat either?

  Just as she was worrying, Messi walked up behind her and she smiled awkwardly.

  "Messi, what do you want to eat?"

  "Sweet corn and pumpkin pie."

  "What?"

  Mei Xi slowly turned around and said: "Teacher Le Le, you can't cook, right?"

  "Ah, uh...... You've noticed all this too? Hehe......" An Lele was embarrassed to death.

  "What you eat is what I eat."

  "Uh..."

  Macy was really defeated by her, "Then make a fried egg." Macy said. From Macy's words, Anle heard that this is the simplest dish, but she really didn't know how to do it.

  "Lè Lè teacher, you don't even know this?"

  "Hehe... I was scalded when I was a kid, and it left a shadow in my heart." An Lele said to Messi.

  "I'm really impressed with you."

  "Shall I take you to have some congee? Fortunately, she's not too silly and won't make a fuss. There are vendors outside, as long as Messi can say it, she'll be able to buy it."

  "I'm not going out, such places are unsanitary."

  "Anyway... it's fine, you see I've been eating this for over 20 years, isn't my body strong and the food delicious?" She said with a smile.

  "Don't go!"

  An Lele looked at Messi like that and thought, if she let Messi go to school on an empty stomach, would Jingyang kill her?

  She suddenly thought of a bucket of noodles in her bag, "Haha, heaven helps me too!" The little joy in her heart held up the big flag and shouted.

  She pulled out a bucket of noodles from her bag, which was originally prepared for her own breakfast, and now had to be used as breakfast for Macy instead.

  "Alright Messi, just wait a minute, breakfast will be ready soon." She proudly ran into the kitchen.

  Meizi still didn't feel at ease and followed behind her.

  She poured water into the pot and turned around to see Messi standing there watching her, she said proudly: "You know what? I also have my own specialty!"

  "What is it?"

  Boil - Soak - Noodles.

  Mesi's face turned green, can this be considered skillful? "My uncle doesn't let me eat it."

  The "bang" shattered An Lele's triumphant heart.

  She tried to calm herself down and smiled saying: "That's because your uncle has never had instant noodles cooked by me."

  "Instant noodles can't be eaten, whoever cooks them can't eat!" Messi said and walked out.

  Is Anelka desperate enough to let Messi go hungry?

  She ladled out the noodles, and the aroma made her stomach growl with hunger. Sitting across from Macy, who was pouting with a sulky expression, Anle took a bowl and scooped some noodles into it, pushing it in front of him and saying, "Try some, they're really fragrant."

  "I won't eat!"

  "You're not eating? What a waste!" An Lele said, taking another bowl and serving herself some noodles, slurping away as if she was savoring a heavenly delicacy.