"Okay, I'll wait for you and I'll wait for you!" Lu Momo unconditionally supported him. As long as there is food, everything is easy to discuss.

However, Acheng and his hands looked at each other, and doubts flashed in their eyes: Can Mr. Tang really make a break of dinner? Don’t fry the kitchen...

After closing the kitchens, Tang Chao tidied himself inside, poured all the ingredients out of the shopping bags, and piled up all the flowing tables in a mess.

Holding tofu in one hand and poking the chicken in the other, he sighed distressedly: "How to do it? Is this? Tofu chicken? Or potato chicken? Or shallot tofu? Tomato chicken? It seems that it is wrong...oh shi.t!"

Lu Momo was watching TV on the sofa, holding a bag of popcorn in his arms, eating so creakingly. From time to time, he heard the sound of crackling and banging. Lu Momo heard it and asked Ah Cheng worriedly: "Do I want to go in and help him? He doesn't sound very good..."

Acheng knew that Mr. Tang wanted to show his cooking skills in front of Miss Momo and proved that he was no worse than Rong Shao's cooking skills. At this moment, who would probably die. Where would he put his face on the big man?

Acheng shook his head and firmly denied her: "You can't go in, Miss Momo, you can't go in. Mr. Tang said he wanted to make dinner with you in person. Once you go in, the dinner will be meaningless as he makes it himself."

"That's right, then I'll wait for him here."

"Wait right, wait slowly, don't be impatient. Slow work produces meticulous work."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Tang, who was at a loss, quietly opened a crack on the edge of the kitchen door frame, and looked at Acheng, asking him to come in to be a military advisor. But Acheng would only consider Mr. Tang's man's face, comfort and stop Lin Momo from letting her enter the kitchen, so he didn't see Mr. Tang's eyes at all. OK, right?

Several subordinates were also echoing Acheng, supporting his young master and defending his young master to the end. Young Master Tang was so sad that he would be isolated and helpless. He bit his teeth and threw it to the door, thinking about it himself!

Bang—

Lu Momo looked at the kitchen in confusion, "What's the sound?"

Acheng laughed, "No, there's no sound. When cooking, there will always be a ping-pong sound. It's normal. Miss Momo, do you like this anime? Let's watch this?"

"Okay, this Jiulan is super handsome!"

After nearly two hours of struggle, it was seriously beyond the dinner time. Tang Shaocai slowly opened the kitchen door, his face was embarrassed and a little awkward, and he walked out with a little awkwardness. He clenched his fist against the tip of his nose and coughed a few times, looking for a sense of existence: "Dinner is ready, Acheng, go in and serve the dishes."

"Okay!" Ah Chengde Ling immediately rushed into the kitchen.

Lu Momo's eyes lit up, he let go of the popcorn, jumped to the dining table and sat down. He was so obedient that he was just like a primary school student, sitting with his hands on his face.

Tang Chao sat down beside him, trying to speak, but he didn't know how to speak. Acheng was holding a large soup basin in his hand. How could the smile on his face seem a little funny?

"Is this soup? I'll try it!" Before Acheng could put it down, Lu Momo stood up urgently and took the bowl in front of her. When she saw the food in the soup bowl, she was stunned.

He looked back at Tang Chao tremblingly, looking at him with a blow, "Is this a dark dish?"
Chapter completed!