My wife loves to dress up

Chapter 15

"Do you always cook like this?"

Chang Qingyang turned his head and saw Xiang Qingyan who was leaning against the kitchen door and tilting his head to look at her.

Seeing her turn around, Xiang Qingyan said, "Don't bother me too much. In fact, a small dish can serve me well. I'm not picky about food." There is no choice, after all, people who don't know how to cook are right. The requirements should not be too high, lest it is my stomach that will be sorry in the end... What's more, I still come to other people's territory, and I plan to ask him a lot of professional questions after dinner... The more Xiang Qingyan thought about it, the more he felt sorry, and he took the initiative to go to the usual place. Qing Yang rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to try: "How about I help you?"

At home, either Xiang Qingyan's mother cooks or her younger brother cooks. Although Xiang Qingyan's upbringing environment is not good to a certain extent, Chen Yuehua definitely puts all his thoughts on her. Her younger brother, Xiang Qingheng, is also rarely obedient. This kind of family environment has created Xiang Qingyan's independent and strong personality, but she has one of the biggest shortcomings in this life- she doesn't like to cook, but only likes to eat vegetables.On Xiang Qingyan's 16th birthday, her birthday wish was to find a good husband who would be a chef and treat her stomach like a VIP customer.

Later, after experiencing too many things, she realized that men who cook as a career usually don’t know how to cook when they go home...but her birthday wish when she was 16 years old was realized in another way a few years later. .

Chang Qingyang saw Xiang Qingyan's face shining strangely, and it was really hard to refuse. He looked at the washed potatoes on the cutting board, and said, "I have no choice but to say a job that she thought was very simple: "How about you?" Can you cut the potato shreds for me?"

"no problem."

The expression on Xiang Qingyan's face was like that of a master cook. She kept comforting herself in her heart. She had never eaten pork but had seen pigs run. Think about the plasticine she played with when she was a child. Isn't that the size of a potato? , and then cut into thin strips by myself with a handmade plastic knife, isn't this the same as cutting potato shreds?Easy to grab!Thinking of this, Xiang Qingyan's expression relaxed, and seeing Chang Qingyang smiling at her, she turned around and started cooking, and then she picked up the knife on the cutting board and began to cut potato shreds.

With a "ding dong", the round potatoes fell to the ground.

Chang Qingyang turned around and looked at Xiang Qingyan's blushing face, lowered his body and picked up the poor potato, and said with a smile: "Why don't I do it, you—"

"No, no, no." Xiang Qingyan quickly recovered his complexion, and smiled at Chang Qingyang with a [-]-watt power supply: "It was just a slip of the hand just now, I occasionally cook at home, you can continue to work on your work. "

"OK then."

Xiang Qingyan looked at Chang Qingyang's back and let out a sigh of relief. She stared bitterly at the potato that looked especially round after eating too much. She only hated herself for being too disappointing. She held the potato with one hand, The hand holding the knife began to shake continuously. Damn it, the first knife was finally cut. Looking at the potatoes that had been split in half, Xiang Qingyan was somewhat satisfied, and continued to divide the two halves into four halves, and then He lifted half of it and cut it down.

Chang Qingyang turned her head to look at her, shook her head and smiled, then continued to turn around to touch her boiling pot, she added some shallots to the soup, trying to make the pork rib soup taste more delicious.

Chang Qingyang, who was immersed in his movements, didn't hear a muffled groan coming from behind him. Xiang Qingyan looked at his bleeding hand, gently put down the kitchen knife, and cut his hand that was bleeding from cutting potatoes. She put her hand in front of the sink to wash, and her right hand held a small half of a potato, in case Chang Qingyang turned around and saw that she found her abnormality, Xiang Qingyan had already thought about it, as long as Chang Qingyang turned around, she could Picking up the potatoes and pretending to wash them so the whole situation doesn't look so funny and embarrassing...

About 3 minutes later, Chang Qingyang turned around and looked at Xiang Qingyan, and found that her potatoes had only been cut into a third, and the finished product was still very... move your mouth, Chang Qingyang turned around and continued Make her ribs seasoning, a small bowl, the ribs can be dipped in it to eat.

Six minutes later, when Xiang Qingyan cut one-half of the potatoes, Chang Qingyang sneaked a glance at her sweat-soaked forehead, looked at Xiang Qingyan's serious expression, and stared It took nearly a minute before she turned around and continued cooking her dishes.

At about No. 13 minutes, Xiang Qingyan put down his kitchen knife with satisfaction, put the potato shreds he had cut into the vegetable basket to wash, walked into Chang Qingyang and said with a smile: "I cut it, Why don't I fry it, I originally agreed that I would treat you to dinner, and you can take a rest now."

Chang Qingyang looked at Xiang Qing's sweaty head and those strangely shaped potato shreds, he was startled and said: "Let me do it."

"Well... Thank you for your hard work."

Seeing Chang Qingyang shaking his head with a smile, Xiang Qingyan moved his fingers, and gently pinched Chang Qingyang's hair scattered on his forehead behind his ears, and walked out of the kitchen door blushing, leaving only Chang Qingyang One person stared blankly at the potato shreds in his hand.

Taking advantage of Chang Qingyang's cooking time, Xiang Qingyan wrapped his hand with a piece of paper for a while, and blamed only Chang Qingyang's kitchen knives for being too sharp, if they were blunt... After thinking about it, Xiang Qing Yan took a photo of his bleeding finger and sent it to Gu Gu, then smiled mischievously, waiting for the phone that would definitely ring.

Sure enough, within 3 minutes, Xiang Qingyan's cell phone rang, and he deliberately took a break before answering it. On the other side of the phone was Gu Gu's loud voice and unconcealed worry: "Honey! What's wrong with you! Do you want me to talk now?" Come back to accompany you, hey, no, no, I have to come back tomorrow, I am really worried about leaving you wandering outside alone, but by the way, dear, have you been chewed by a pig?"

"Fuck you." Xiang Qingyan was about to curse back, but he heard a man's voice faintly coming from Gu Gu's side. The other party seemed to be asking who it was, and he was still speaking in English. Xiang Qingyan only heard Gu Gu say something Don't make noise, and fed her a few more times, Xiang Qingyan thought for a while before speaking: "It's so late, is it a Protestant boyfriend? I won't ask too much, anyway, you should figure it out yourself, what are the protective measures?" Yes, you must do well, you know?"

Gu Gu snorted twice and did not deny it. Xiang Qingyan was interrupted by Gu Guyi, and after a few seconds he remembered what he wanted to say: "Call my mom later and say that I will have dinner with you. You can only go back later, you know what my mother likes to ask, please remember not to wear clothes." Chen Yuehua always doesn't like Xiang Qingyan coming home too late, only Gu Gu, who has been in her house for a while, can Reassure her a little.

"Hey! Xiang Qingyan, you are still talking about me! Tell me where you are fooling around, I am your Chinese best friend, and you actually—"

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore. I still have something to do. I'll talk to you when I have time."

Looking at Chang Qingyang's walking body, Xiang Qingyan consciously took the hot pork rib soup in her hand, and sighed contentedly: "It's really delicious."

"Ha, you wait, there are still two dishes not served, you wash your hands first, I will serve you a meal."

"let me."

Xiang Qingyan pressed Chang Qingyang's shoulders and put her in front of the white dining table, "If you keep busy with these trivial matters, I might not be able to eat tonight because of shame."

Xiang Qingyan didn't wait for Chang Qingyang's reaction, walked into the kitchen quickly, brought each dish to the dining room, and then unplugged the rice cooker like a whirlwind, brought out two full bowls of rice and smiled at Chang Qingyang Said: "This potato shreds can be repaired by you to such a state, it seems that I will learn more from you in the future."

Chang Qingyang subdivided the uneven potato shreds with a shovel, and now the finished product looks just right in thickness. Chang Qingyang wanted to pick up vegetables for Xiang Qingyan, but he was afraid that she would mind this move, so he finally endured it , I took the lead to eat a mouthful of fried dishes, tasted the taste, and wanted to ask Xiang Qingyan to eat too, but suddenly saw that Xiang Qingyan forgot to hide the wound because he was too happy, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with your hand?"

It looked like a knife wound, Chang Qingyang moved his body and sat next to Xiang Qingyan, and couldn't help but grab Xiang Qingyan's hand for a closer look, such wounds would occasionally occur when she was just learning how to cook. At that time, I thought it was nothing, but seeing the deep red dyed on Xiang Qingyan's white and tender fingers, Chang Qingyang still couldn't help frowning: "I know what's going on, wait a minute, I have a spare Medicine kit."

Looking at Chang Qingyang's disappearing figure, Xiang Qingyan was a little annoyed, he was clumsy and made others worry, not to mention that this person was Chang Qingyang... Unspeakably frustrated, but warm in his heart.

"Let me do this kind of thing in the future. I don't think you can do it, so as not to worry people."

Chang Qingyang kept frowning when applying the potion to Xiang Qingyan. When putting on the band-aid, she also asked Xiang Qingyan which kind of paste she would like to paste. She has flesh-colored ones and white ones. There are cartoon ones, and transparent ones. Seeing that Xiang Qingyan just stared at her silently, Chang Qingyang sighed, picked a white band-aid for her to stick firmly.

Xiang Qingyan watched Chang Qingyang unconsciously knelt down on one knee and frowning to apply medicine to her seriously, suddenly remembered the pair of men's shoes he saw when he entered the door, endured and endured, and finally couldn't help asking: " Do you...do your boyfriend live with you?"

The author has something to say: I’m in a good mood today, the sun is shining brightly, I’ll take a look around and send you a photo, if you want to see it, raise your hand if you want to see it (*^__^*)