Rich Daddy's Three Cuties

0Jiang Xiaoman, on the other hand, was guarding Morishima Shinto in the hospital.    

    

The reason why she decided to quit the entertainment industry was because she didn't know how long it would take for Morishima Shinto to wake up.    

    

This was also the decision she made after she made a serious decision.    

    

Jiang Xiaoman looked at Morishima Shinto on the hospital bed.    

    

She pursed her lips as she listened to the mechanical voice from the machine beside her.    

    

"How long will it take for you to wake up?"    

    

She got up and wiped Morishima Shinto's face with a wet and warm towel.    

    

Morishima Shinto's face was pale. His eyes were closed, as if they had been closed forever. If it wasn't for the sound of his heart beating from the machine beside him, Jiang Xiaoman's heart would have been empty.    

    

"Morishima Shinto, wake up quickly."    

    

However, what Jiang Xiaoman didn't expect was that Morishima Shinto would wake up very quickly. Xiaoman's eyes widened. Was it really that fast?    

    

Morishima Shinto looked at Xiaoman and almost saw through her face. Then, he smiled.    

    

The first sentence he said was actually.    

    

"I'm hungry."    

    

...    

    

In the kitchen.    

    

Jiang Xiaoman was in a hurry. The sound of clanking could be heard from time to time.    

    

She raised the kitchen knife and looked at the carrot in her hand.    

    

She couldn't help but ask.    

    

"What should I do now?"    

    

Xiaoman, who didn't know how to cook, was stunned.    

    

She had no choice but to take out her phone and search for a video tutorial. Only then did she realize that she could use a knife to cut the skin.    

    

Luckily, tools were developed now, and they could be used directly to cut the silk strips.    

    

After everything was done.    

    

"Then..."    

    

Jiang Xiaoman's gaze was fixed on her phone.    

    

"Pour the oil, then... Ah!"    

    

Jiang Xiaoman was so scared that she jumped!    

    

It turned out that there was water stains on her pot that had yet to dry, and she was in a hurry to pour the oil in. The oil splashed all over the ground!    

    

It was not easy to clean up the scene.    

    

Jiang Xiaoman rubbed her forehead, feeling the veins on her forehead throbbing.    

    

"I don't believe it. Is it that hard?"    

    

Jiang Xiaoman was unwilling to give up.    

    

Then.    

    

"Why is there a stink?"    

    

Jiang Xiaoman hurriedly turned off the fire.    

    

She realized that not only was the carrot smelly, but even her pot had been burnt.    

    

She didn't know how to stir-fry, nor did she add water.    

    

Jiang Xiaoman watched the mess on the ground. Suddenly, she thought of Xiaomeng.    

    

Jiang Xiaomeng was very surprised when she received Ms Xiaoman's phone call, and then she heard Ms Xiaoman ask her.    

    

"Do you know what is the best to cook?"    

    

Jiang Xiaomeng was confused.    

    

Seeing that she didn't express herself clearly, Jiang Xiaoman said again.    

    

"It can cook anything."    

    

Jiang Xiaomeng tilted her head and said innocently.    

    

"Is it instant noodles?"    

    

"…" Jiang Xiaoman was silent.    

    

Jiang Xiaomeng tilted her head again and seriously thought about it.    

    

"Or, you can order takeout."    

    

Hearing Xiaomeng say that, Xiaoman felt like her knees had been shot.    

    

She bit her lips and emphasized the words.    

    

"But the other party wants to eat something nutritious."    

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Jiang Xiaomeng 'oh'.    

    

"Boil porridge."    

    

Jiang Xiaoman, who had been inspired, started to work again.    

    

When he hung up the phone, Jiang Xiaoman remembered to tell Xiaomeng that Morishima Shinto had woken up.    

    

However...    

    

Jiang Man did not inherit his mother's cooking skills, so he messed up the kitchen. In the end, he could only carry the porridge to see Morishima.    

    

Morishima Shinto did not mind.    

    

His gaze was as deep as a whirlpool. He stared at the porridge in Jiang Xiaoman's hand as if it was the best delicacy in the world.