Duanmu Baolian looked at Xia Ying's hesitant appearance and not only stayed up for a moment, but also remembered what Sumatra coffee Mr. Mei had coaxed her to eat and wanted to disgust her. Could it be that they put something unfunny in the fried rice?

"Uncle, is it your attention?" Duanmu Baolian pouted, her stomach was so hungry that she was urinating. They were still trying to make trouble with this thing? Based on her understanding of Xia Ying, he thought he would not be so bored. This is definitely the uncle's attention. Uncle is definitely not a good person.

"No!" Mr. Mei shook his head in a hurry, "It's definitely not me."

"Xia Ying, what did you add?" Duanmu Baolian said.

"This...boss, don't be angry!" Xia Ying said with a embarrassed smile, "In fact, it's nothing."

"What is it?" Duanmu Baolian asked again.

"Just add a little watermelon rind." Xia Ying picked out a light green thing from the fried rice with a toothpick on one side and handed it to her, "This... Boss, there are no peas and corn kernels at home, and I feel that the watermelon rind is better than peas and corn kernels and crisper."

Duanmu Baolian then breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was the watermelon peel. She didn't care about eating watermelon peel at all. This thing was indeed crispy and sweet, and it was nothing serious. As long as it was not something dirty, she had the determination to tolerate everything and ate it all.

So she picked up the spoon and ate it in big mouthfuls.

"Boss, don't you care?" Xia Ying asked in a low voice. When he asked this, he was still a little guilty.

"If you don't care, watermelon peel can also be used as a dish." Duanmu Baolian said, "It's a good thing, rich in nutrition, and can cool down in summer. Why am I angry?"

The point is that Xia Ying's craftsmanship is getting better and better. This fried rice with watermelon peel made her feel very refreshed. Therefore, she quickly solved it on a large plate and then started to drink the soup slowly.

"I said Bao Lian wouldn't care." Mr. Mei smiled, "It's just to reassure you."

"Haha..." Xia Ying smiled foolishly. Sure enough, his boss was still a little different. He originally thought that a little girl like her had some petty bourgeois idea and flatly refused to eat watermelon peel.

But Mr. Mei said, no, she dared to eat Sumatra, let alone watermelon peel?

Sumatra and watermelon peel have different concepts. One is the most expensive coffee in the world. It is said to be rich and mellow and very delicious. The other is the watermelon peel that everyone dislikes. In summer, no one picks up things on the roadside. Really, even beggars won't pick up watermelon peel.

It's strange that the little girl can accept it.

But his little boss ate it like this, and he still ate it with relish. In the end, she licked her lips like a cat, and then said, "Xia Ying, your skills are getting better and better."

"Thank you for your praise from the boss, just don't dislike him." Xia Ying smiled. It is indeed a blessing to follow such a boss.

So, when Duanmu Baolian finished eating fried rice, he packed up the bowls so that she could talk to Mr. Mei.

"When will you go to Jinling?" Duanmu Baolian asked directly.

"The air ticket will be around 9 o'clock tonight." Mr. Mei put down the newspaper in his hand and said.
Chapter completed!