Chapter 1730 The brother next door spoils me too much (55)
Yuanqian was startled severely.
This slightly coquettish tone, she really... can't bear it!
She sighed, got up and walked towards the kitchen.
At this time, it's okay to call the servant up, but Yuanqian rarely wants to cook with his own hands.
After all, the meaning is very different.
All the ingredients in the kitchen are sufficient.
Fang Qiucheng saw that Yuanqian really went to the kitchen, and immediately followed.
He glanced at it with anticipation, "There are fish here, how about making a sweet and sour fish?"
Actually, what he didn't say was that he wanted to eat grilled fish.
However, grilled fish does not seem to be suitable.
"Braised fish is also fine." Seeing that Yuanqian didn't have much expression, he added another sentence.
Yuan Qian paused when he heard the words, and turned his head to look at him.
Finally, under his expectant eyes, he took a handful of dried noodles with his fair and slender fingers, "What do you think of the sweet and sour noodles? Even the tomatoes and eggs are omitted, just put some sugar and some vinegar."
Fang Qiucheng was stunned for two seconds, "???" Sweet and sour noodles?
If so, then…
"I choose tomato and egg noodles." He answered quickly.
After finishing the sentence, he reached out for tomatoes and eggs, fearing that Yuanqian would really come for a bowl of sweet and sour noodles.
Yuanqian snorted coldly, took the tomatoes and eggs, and his hands were extremely unskilled.
Fang Qiucheng pinched the center of his eyebrows silently, tsk, why did he think that Yuanqian was a little kitchen expert?
He now realizes that he may have been wrong.
Seeing Yuanqian's somewhat unfamiliar movements, Fang Qiucheng became more and more sure of his guess.
Yuanqian felt Fang Qiucheng's somewhat complicated gaze, and paused her tomato-cutting hand. She turned her head and glanced at him, and said without blushing, "You go out first, because it will affect my cooking here."
He keeps staring at her, which will really affect her performance.
The moment he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly remembered something, and his expression changed drastically.
He raised his eyes and held Yuanqian's hand in astonishment, and shouted, "No!"
Margin shallow, "???" What the hell?
How can you be so capricious!
"Your hand...is injured and can't touch the water." Fang Qiucheng's face was full of annoyance, how could he forget this matter?
It's too inappropriate, it's too inappropriate!
He looked down at Yuanqian's injured hand, only to find that the gauze on her hand was long gone.
"Where's the gauze? You..."
Yuanqian shook his head helplessly, "I'm really fine. Actually, it's just a little scrape, a little bit of broken skin, and I've already put on a waterproof band-aid. Look for yourself, is it okay?"
She stretched out her hand, shook it in front of him, stretched it back and forth and curled it up again.
Fang Qiucheng was taken aback when he saw it.
Yuanqian didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so she stretched out both hands, put them on his shoulders, and pushed him out of the kitchen abruptly.
She put her hands on her hips and said with great momentum, "You are not allowed to come in!"
Throwing these words, he slammed the door shut with a bang.
Fang Qiucheng outside the door was stunned for a long time, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and even a little happiness lingered on his face.
He didn't stay any longer, he went straight to the sofa and sat down.
There was a faint smile on his face, but he never retreated.
I saw him take out his mobile phone, open the search bar, and input six words, #甜酸鱼怎么办#.
It doesn't matter, she doesn't know how to do it, and what about him, he will make it for her in the future.
What's more, the smell of oily smoke in the kitchen is too heavy, how can she be allowed to go into the kitchen often?
(end of this chapter)