"Well?" Jiang Hao glanced at him: "Where are they?"

Seeing her indifferent but extremely coercive gaze, the maid's calf was inexplicably weak, and she answered hesitantly: "In, in the garden."

Gracilaria walked directly to the garden.

After crossing the flowers, before entering, I heard a sweet and charming laughter.

White sage...

Jiang Hao's heart sank slightly, she let down her footsteps and walked closer, so she could see all the scenes there.

There was a tablecloth on the lawn, and a few people sat casually. Bai Wanwan sat beside Rong Jing and Rong Ning, her smiling face was even more charming than the flowers on the side.

Seen from a distance, the three generations are so warm together, making people feel that it is a sin to disturb them.

Is this the purpose of Su Hua today?

Seeing such a scene with his own eyes, Jiang Hao's eyes were full of sore spots.

"Uh..." She groaned, and only then did she realize that she was so excited that she actually grabbed the rose branch on one side, and the thorn penetrated deeply into the flesh, spreading several blood-colored flowers.

This movement shocked the four over there.

"It's in the way!" Su Hua scolded lowly, what did those people in the kitchen do to eat, didn't they let them hold Gracilaria? To let her out so quickly.

Rong Jing was about to get up, but he didn't know what to think, and he sat back to the same place as still as a mountain.

"Mummy." Rong Ning shouted, got up and ran to her: "You're ready to cook so soon?"

Jiang Hao hid the injured hand behind her: "Yes, what are you talking about, so happy."

"Just chatting about some interesting things in life." Bai Wanwan also got up and walked over, and asked with concern, "Is President Jiang here too? Why haven't I seen you before."

Jiang Hao's eyes fell on her, and she said lightly, "I'm going to prepare dinner."

"Dinner is ready so soon?" Su Hua got up and snorted coldly, seeing that Jiang Bi's nose was not his nose, "Don't try to perfunctory me on purpose."

Jiang Hao raised her eyebrows: "Is it a perfunctory thing, wouldn't my aunt know it?"

"It's dinner time too, Wanwan, Aning, let's go." Su Hua took the lead.

Jiang Hao did not look in the direction of Rong Jing from the beginning to the end, and followed directly.

Looking at the back of her leaving, Rong Jing's black eyes were like a deep sea, with turbulent waves surging in the depths.

Even seeing the scene just now, you can be so indifferent.

Ah Li, is it true that your heart is no longer with me, so the existence of Bai Wanwan can also be regarded as nothing?

Anger came, but he was forcibly held down.

As soon as he saw the food on the table, Su Hua raised his eyebrows and began to poke at him: "Jiang Li, you also said that you are not trying to perfunctory me on purpose. Look at these dishes you have made, and people will lose their appetite when they see it!"

"Actually, this is already very good." Bai Wanwan hurriedly said softly: "It's just that Auntie, your usual dinners are made by professionals. There must be a gap between Mr. Jiang."

Su Hua snorted coldly: "Wanwan, your cooking is not like this. It's not that you don't care enough about being professional or amateur!"

"Mine is actually just average." Bai Wanwan said embarrassedly: "Besides, appearance doesn't mean everything, auntie, how about you taste it first."

Su Hua reluctantly took a sip, and slapped his chopsticks on the table: "Jiang Li, are you trying to kill me?!"

Jiang Hao glanced at it, and said, "That dish was made by the chef."