Han Qiqing didn't expect him to say he didn't want to drink, so she didn't know how to answer the question.
She looked a little embarrassed.
Subconsciously, I wanted to ask the housekeeper for help and ask if something happened to make my brother feel bad.
However, she then remembered that she had sent the butler to deliver soup to Xiaoxiao herself.
what to do…
No help is needed!
Han Qiqing walked to the kitchen with a sad face, hesitating whether to serve a bowl of soup to her brother.
Brother should give me some face-saving drinks, right
When she was undecided, the cook who was clearing the cooking table came over and whispered to her, "Miss, I think the young master may have misunderstood you."
"Misunderstanding?" Han Qiqing looked confused.
What did her brother misunderstand about her
The cook smiled and said, "When the young master came back, he didn't even change his clothes. He followed the smell and came to the kitchen. He also asked you about the soup. Maybe he thought you made the soup for him. Who knew you asked the butler to deliver it to you?" Give the soup to Miss Mu."
Han Qiqing was full of surprise, "Is that so? No way?"
She felt that her brother shouldn't be so... uh, how should I put it? After all, he was Brother Bingshan, so how could he be so... arrogant
So she didn't think about it at all.
But the cook said firmly, "That's it, it must be that way."
Han Qiqing thought about it carefully.
When her brother came to the kitchen, he seemed to be in a good mood. When she asked the housekeeper to send chicken soup to Xiaoxiao, his mood suddenly changed.
Could it be...that it was really as the cook guessed
Thinking about it this way, it seems possible.
Han Qiqing scratched her head in confusion, what to do
She rolled her eyes, her gaze fell on the refrigerator door, and she whispered, "How about I cook a special dish for my brother?"
The cook heard it and nodded in agreement, "That's okay."
Han Qiqing fell into a new dilemma, "What to cook? Do you know what brother likes to eat the most?" "Well..." the cook frowned, "The young master doesn't seem to be picky about food. He eats everything. He doesn't seem to have a particular favorite. The dishes, and I think, as long as they are cooked by you, young lady, the young master will definitely like to eat them."
As for what to cook
No one else dared to make the decision. Han Qiqing could only decide for herself.
Han Qiqing had a headache and rummaged through the materials in the refrigerator.
There are fish, there are ribs...
How about making sweet and sour pork ribs or boiled fish
I don’t know if my brother prefers sweet and sour food, or spicy food
If it were Xiaoxiao, Han Qiqing would be very confident.
Thinking of this, she felt very sorry for her brother. She knew all her good friends' tastes, but she knew nothing about her brother's tastes.
"Let me cut some fruit for my brother first..."
Han Qiqing took out the dragon fruit and planned to cut it into pieces.
But she was thinking about something else, and the knife in her hand cut her finger without mercy.
"ah!"
With a cry of pain, Han Qiqing raised her hand and looked at the place where it was cut.
However, because the red-heart dragon fruit was cut, the flesh was red, so it was not immediately obvious whether there was much bleeding.
Han Qiqing was stunned for a moment.
The servant on the side shouted nervously, "Miss cut her finger!"
The cook quickly said, "Quick, go get the medicine box!"
Just when Han Qiqing came to her senses, her fingers were held by a pair of big hands.
"Why are you dazed?"
A deep voice passed by her ears, and then her hand was pulled under the faucet.
(End of chapter)