Chapter 731: Be Cooked
Mo Boyuan heaved a sigh of relief. His son was young but not stupid.
“Alright, wait for me outside for a moment.”
“Okay.”
The boy waited for a little while and Mo Boyuan came out after changing clothes.
“Come here.”
“Okay.”
He trotted forward and held his father’s big hand. The father and son headed to the meeting place.
When they reached the meeting place, they saw only the village chief. The other families were nowhere to be seen.
“Good morning, village chief!” The little boy greeted enthusiastically.
“Good morning, Little Ningning. Good morning, Mr. Mo.”
The little boy liked the village chief. He let go of his father’s hand and ran to the village chief.
“Village chief, where are s.h.i.+tou and the others?” He asked.
“Oh, they haven’t arrived yet. You and your dad are the first group to arrive, so you can pick the ingredients over there first.”
The father and son looked over, and Mo Boyuan’s heart sank.
“What do you mean?”
The village chief laughed out loud in pleasure. Then, he cleared his throat and said, “What I mean is that dads and children will begin the mission in an hour.
“So, these ingredients are your breakfast for today. If you can’t make it in an hour, then you will go hugry until noon. Mr. Mo, hurry up and choose what you want.”
Mo Boyuan was gritting his teeth. He finally realized that this show was obviously a trap for the dads.
“Mo Zhining, come and choose.”
When he arrived at the table and saw the ingredients, even though he knew all of them, could he he really cook them?
When had Mo Boyuan ever cooked a meal?
From the moment he was born, he had people serving him.
He looked at the food materials and felt a headache coming on.
If he was alone, then he could choose to go hungry. However, his son was with him now and he couldn’t let his son go hungry.
If his parents knew that he had let their baby grandson go hungry, the whole family would probably bombard him.
After all, this brat had a higher status in the family than his own father!
The little guy also sized up the food materials.
“Dad, what can you cook?” He asked.
Yeah, the little boy probably had no idea that his father didn’t know how to cook.
After all, no one was perfect. No matter how outstanding a person was, they still had their shortcomings.
Mo Boyuan exhaled deeply and said, “I can eat.”
Eh?
The boy’s face fell.
“So, you don’t know how to cook?”
Bingo, the truth.
But, there was no prize for guessing correctly!
“It’s over. I’m going to starve. I’m so pitiful.”
He really looked pitiable.
Mo Boyuan rolled his eyes. Then, he picked a small bag of 100 grams of noodles, some vegetables and tomatoes.
“Mo Zhining, let’s go.”
“Okay.”
After taking a few steps, the little boy came back and took a box of shrimp from the table.
When they returned to Room 5, the father and son stared at each other for a while.
Mo Boyuan pointed at the shrimp and asked, “Why did you take this?”
“I want to eat shrimps.”
Mo Boyuan chuckled.
“You want to eat? Do you know how to cook them?” He asked.
The boy immediately shook his head.
“No,” he answered.
“If you don’t know how to cook them, what are you going to do with them? Do you think I know how to cook?”
Yes, his father had just said that he didn’t know how to cook.
“Then… just boil them in the pot. Then we can eat, right?”