Peggy, sitting in a taxi, looked at the information on his mobile phone and couldn't believe his eyes.

"Is it wrong?" Pei Ge first thought that this message must be Ji Ziming wrong!

"Well, it must have been wrong." Peig nodded silently, preparing to ignore the text message and put his mobile phone in his bag. Who knows, the other party sent another text message.

【why do not you answer me. 】

After watching another text message from Peggy, Begger blinked in shock, and studied it over and over again for a long time.

This number is indeed Ji Ziming! And Ji Ziming should not be wrong!

So she quickly responded to Ji Ziming.

[Ji, President Ji, what do you mean? 】

As soon as Peggy sent this text message, she quickly received Ji Ziming's text message again.

[Tomorrow my three meals will require you to make it yourself. 】

"..." Peige looked at the message and suddenly became speechless. After his mouth twitched silently, Ji Ziming replied.

[But I ’m going to work tomorrow, maybe I ’m not free ...]

[Well, before I was discharged, you came to the hospital to take care of me. 】

[But, I ’m afraid it ’s not in compliance. 】

Pei Ge refused gently, compared with staying in the ward to take care of Ji Ziming, she still loves to work more!

[You are my secretary originally, and there is nothing wrong with the rules. 】

"... Fuck." Looking at Ji Ziming's reply, Pei Ge made a sloppy speech at the phone silently.

[Tomorrow, it is best not to be late, otherwise wages will be deducted. 】

Looking at the text messages sent by Ji Ziming again, even though it was across the phone screen, Pei could feel the full threat of Ji Ziming.

【understood. 】

Peig grunted his mouth weakly, and after seeing that the other party had finally come without a message, the whole person relaxed.

"It's true, and I don't know how crazy this nasty ghost is." Pei Ge's repeated and uncertain attitude toward Ji Ziming is really a little confused.

The little bit of enthusiasm in my heart was also unknowingly ignored by Peig ...

After returning to his home, Peggy couldn't care about talking to his mother for a moment, and he entered the kitchen directly, and began to turn over the boxes to find the ingredients that would be available tomorrow morning.

"Gege, what are you looking for this time?" Zhang Manhua asked his daughter when she came back and ran to the kitchen. She turned over the cabinet and opened the refrigerator.

"Tomorrow morning I will prepare breakfast for my sick friend." Peig answered Zhang Manhua's question while looking at the ingredients in the refrigerator.

"Ah? You are going to have breakfast tomorrow morning? Then are you too late for work?" Zhang Manhua frowned slightly, questioning.

Although my daughter is not a sleepy person, if you wake up in the morning to make breakfast, then the time is really a bit tight.

After all, Peggy's place of work is still a bit away from their community.

"I will do it tomorrow morning, and you will bring your friend to you." Zhang Manhua said with a smile.

Listening to Zhang Manhua's proposal, Peig subconsciously refused.

"No, I have to do it myself."

Inexplicably, Pei Ge felt that Ji Ziming would definitely be able to tell whether it was his own breakfast.

Looking at his daughter's appearance, Zhang Manhua couldn't help but doubt.

What kind of friend is her daughter's closed-mouth friend?

This has to be done in person, you know, she hasn't eaten her daughter's cooking several times.

Zhang Manhua suddenly asked jealously: "Ge Ge, is your friend a man or a woman, you care so much about him."

"Eh ..." After listening to his mother's words, Peig blinked. For a moment, he didn't know what to say to his mother.

However, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Pei thought that she still told her mother that she was a woman.

"Oh, it's a female colleague of mine." Peig said with a smile.

"Really?" Zhang Manhua gave Peige a skeptical look, still puzzled.

Peige saw Zhang Manhua's suspicious look, and quickly changed the subject.

"Mom, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning? Drink porridge and noodles?" Pei Ge smiled and asked his mother's adult.

"Um ..." Zhang Manhua saw her daughter's must-try look and thought for a while, then said, "Then eat porridge, make your best preserved lean egg porridge."

"Okay, I'll eat lean egg porridge and steamed dumplings tomorrow." Pei Ge was very happy to decide what to do for breakfast tomorrow. As for Ji Ziming's opinion? Regardless of! Anyway, she is a chef!

"Still making steamed dumplings? That's too troublesome! You have to go to work tomorrow!" Zhang Manhua listened to his daughter's daughter who still wants to make steamed dumplings.

Where is she going to work tomorrow? Obviously, she went to work as a nurse. This breakfast is the first task, of course, to be successfully completed.

Peggy answered Zhang Manhua silently in his heart.

"I adjusted the stuffing and noodles in the evening, and wrapped them tomorrow morning. When cooking the porridge, just put it in the pot and steam it." Pei said very easily.

Zhang Manhua listened to Pei Ge and mumbled in his heart. What kind of friend is this? The treatment is so good.

Although Tucao gave Tucao, Zhang Manhua helped his daughter and face up.

The mother and daughter have a noodle and a minced meat, and they are ready to talk and laugh.

However, the time is almost at eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Mom, go to sleep, I will wash these things and go to sleep." After cleaning up things, Pei urged his mother to take a rest.

Zhang Manhua yawned and nodded and said, "You also go to bed earlier."

"Well, I know." Peggy replied while washing the tableware.

After she had cleaned everything, she carefully put the minced meat into the fresh-keeping layer in the refrigerator, and then rinsed and returned to her bedroom.

Maybe it was really tired, but just lying on the bed, Peig quickly entered his dream.

The next day, Peggy got up an hour and a half earlier than before, and even without brushing his teeth, he hurriedly rushed to breakfast.

After putting the porridge in the saucepan and cooking it, the small steamed dumplings were wrapped up in a brisk manner.

Fortunately, although Peig did not sit often, he was clever and flexible. And in high school, following my mother ’s mother to make dumplings and selling them, the experience of making dumplings has long been made, so the dumplings are fast and beautiful.

When Zhang Manhua heard the sound and got up, Pei Ge's twenty or so steamed dumplings were wrapped and steamed.