Nanyang slept directly until the next morning. She still woke up habitually at the moment of 90, and when she was hazy, she saw that the clock on the table pointed to 6:01.
She moved her head and found herself resting on Qing Huan's arm.
Qing Huan hugged her from behind, with the other hand around her waist, still sleeping. A few strands of long curly hair lay on his bare arms, and the ends of his hair curled around his wrists, revealing a seductive maroon color in the faint morning light.
Generally speaking, a normal modern person will not wake up naturally at six o'clock. But Qing Huan is still shooting today. I heard that she mentioned yesterday that she will be there early in the morning. So Nanyang gently pinched her tender cheeks, which were covered by most of her curly hair, and whispered, "Get up."
Qing Huan snorted, and before he woke up, he closed his eyes and grabbed Nan Yang's finger, putting it on his lips and kissing it.
"...I didn't get up today, I took a day off..." She still didn't open her eyes, hugged Nanyang and said lazily.
"Why did you ask for leave?" Nanyang touched the top of her head.
Qing Huan rubbed her ears on the pillow, her voice still a little vague: "You started sleeping at six o'clock in the afternoon yesterday and haven't woken up... I was worried that you would be uncomfortable today, so... I wanted to stay and take care of you... "
Nanyang lost his mind for a moment, and felt that his heart was gently stroked, and he was suddenly rubbed into a pool of water.
"Then you sleep a little longer, and I'll make you breakfast." Nan Yang hugged Qing Huan's back and kissed her ear.
Qing Huan's back instantly stiffened.
Those sleepy eyes widened suddenly, and the voice became much clearer: "Don't, don't do it."
Nanyang knew what she was afraid of, and sighed helplessly: "Don't worry, I won't put any seasonings in disorder this time. I went to the supermarket yesterday and bought an electronic scale that can weigh grams. I weigh everything first. Pour in again."
"That...that's not..." Qing Huan stammered, trying her best to find a wording that wouldn't hurt Nanyang's self-esteem, "You... You were too tired yesterday, so I'll do it, just keep sleeping."
With that, she got up and started buttoning her pajamas.
Nanyang rubbed his straight black hair and said in a soft voice, "I can't learn how to cook in my life."
Qing Huan said "Huh?", "If you can't learn it, you can't learn it, I'll be fine."
"But I want to do it for you."
Three thousand years ago, she swore to Qing Huan that she would learn to cook in the future, and then cook a large table for her. Unfortunately, that promise was only one of the regrets that Qing Huan couldn't get rid of for a long time after his death.
Those who owe her, she must supply her all.
Qing Huan buttoned the button, her eyes were a little embarrassed. In fact, she is not very willing to let Nanyang do those chores. Nanyang should be a woman who should be held up and given to her, and she is indeed not suitable for those dirty jobs. Nanyang had cooked again and again for herself, and she was very moved. The thought of Nanyang holding the spatula with his trembling right hand made her feel so distressed.
"Teach me how to cook, okay?" Nanyang asked stubbornly.
Distressed, distressed, if this woman really made a request, how could she not agree.
"it is good."
Qing Huan sighed lightly from her breath, and took clean clothes from the cabinet to help Nanyang put on. When she was dressed, she took her to the kitchen together.
When passing by the living room, Nanyang took the electronic scale he bought at the supermarket yesterday.
When Qing Huan was in the kitchen waiting for her to pick up the electronic scale, she habitually took out her mobile phone and looked at WeChat. Most of the people who have been added to WeChat are friends in the circle. She has a gentle personality and is very popular. Anyone who has worked with her is willing to add her WeChat to keep in touch. But usually when there is nothing major, these friends don't often chat with her.
When I opened WeChat today, a screen full of unread messages popped up.
[ANT-Xiong Xueer: Boss Nan is bankrupt? What's up with the hot search? [be surprised]】
[Xia Shan: I wish you all the best? 】
[Luo Shen: If you are short of money, I can support you first [sad]]
[ANT-Jiang Yanran: I heard that the Mei family went bankrupt, I didn't listen to my father, is it true? 】
[Cen Ziyan: If you have any difficulties, tell me, I should be able to help you a little. 】
[Xiaoye: I wish you how to pick up the trash yesterday? ! [horrified]]
[Tomorrow Night Cheng: Hahahahahaha Master, fortunately you didn’t come to the crew today, Director Li is going to donate to you for crowdfunding hhhhh]
【Qin Jiabao: My God, why did you go bankrupt when you got married? 】
[Sun Xuxue: I wish you to quickly ask Boss Nan to check WeChat, she has never returned to me! [crazy] [sluggish]]
[ANT-Danjin: [WeChat red envelope] Gong Xi Fa Cai, great luck]
[Qi Yi: No, Zhu Zhu, did Boss Nan catch the baby and put himself bankrupt? 】
[Sister Quartz: Hurry up and call back, the company is preparing to issue a clarification, you can log on your Weibo and confirm the account status [knock head] [knock head]]
Nanyang came over at some point, glanced at the unread screen on Qinghuan's phone, and was stunned when she saw a few words.
"I..." Nanyang stammered uncertainly, "Am I bankrupt?"
Qing Huan then remembered that Nan Yang had gone to bed early yesterday, and had no idea that he was dragging a garbage bag of dolls on the hot search.
Nanyang immediately took out his mobile phone and called Mei Zhongli.
At six o'clock in the morning, Mei Zhongli was still sleeping, and when he answered the phone, there was still sleepiness in his voice: "Old Ancestor, good morning, what's the matter?"
"Am I bankrupt?" Nanyang asked seriously.
Mei Zhongli said, "Ah?" "What? Bankrupt? What bankruptcy?"
"I heard that I seem to be broke?"
Qing Huan hurriedly interrupted: "No, it's all a misunderstanding, don't be so nervous."
She explained the cause and effect of yesterday's events, and both Nan Yang and Mei Zhongli on the other end of the phone listened. Without waiting for Nanyang to speak, Mei Zhongli hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I will contact Xiaotian Entertainment immediately to refute the rumor."
After hanging up the phone, Qing Huan couldn't help laughing and teased Nanyang: "Why are you so stupid, do you really believe that you are bankrupt?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Nanyang's eyes.
After a long while, she said softly, "...I'm afraid I won't be able to support you."
Qing Huan laughed more deeply, turned around to pack the ingredients, and said while packing, "What are you afraid of, I'm a star anyway, you're really bankrupt and it's fine, I can take care of you instead."
Nanyang frowned.
Is there any reason in this world for the apprentice to support the master
As a teacher, but need to be raised, it is really indecent.
Qinghuan took her mobile phone and replied to her friends' concerns one by one. Later, she found that there were too many people greeting her, and her hands were numb, so she edited a thank you note and explanation, and sent it to everyone.
Dan Jin's dialog box was quite special. She didn't ask any questions, but just sent several red envelopes in a row. Qing Huan knew that something happened to Dan Jin at home recently. Her sister contracted a terminal illness. She faced huge medical expenses and had to go to the hospital to take care of her sister. Because he walked in a hurry, he was labeled as a striker, and he is still hanging on the hot search list and being sprayed. Even though she was so overwhelmed, she still gave herself a lot of money, which was really rare.
Qing Huan thanked her sincerely and returned her red envelope. She wanted to help Danjin, but she was afraid of hurting Danjin's self-esteem. The amount of the transfer had been made, but she couldn't press the confirmation button.
Forget it, Jiang Yanran will help her.
Qing Huan was busy with her own affairs on this side, while Nan Yang was playing with her electronic scale on the other side.
Two AA batteries need to be plugged into the electronic scale. Nanyang didn't notice this problem when he bought it yesterday. She looked at the electronic scale without electricity for a while, then silently turned back to the bedroom.
When she came out again, she took her favorite Tetris game console on her mobile phone and walked to the kitchen counter. She took out the battery from the game console and placed it in the electronic scale.
Qing Huan finally finished replying to the news, and happened to see Nanyang changing the battery, and his eyes were a little strange: "Aren't you the most precious machine, why are you willing to donate its battery?"
Nanyang didn't answer directly, just asked, "Are you hungry?"
Qing Huan touched her belly. She had been exercising in bed since she came back yesterday, and she didn't eat dinner. She must have felt hungry by now. She nodded, "Well, hungry."
Nanyang lowered his head and stuffed the battery into the groove of the electronic scale. His voice was very low: "Nothing is as important as you are hungry."
Just a game console.
Qing Huan pursed her lips and smiled. She put the phone back in her pocket and continued to pack the ingredients. While choosing a dish, she warmly introduced to Nanyang a simple home-cooked dish that she was going to teach her in a while.
Chilled sweet lotus root.
She didn't plan to let Nanyang handle the raw lotus root, so she peeled off the skin and washed it, put the washed lotus root in Nanyang's hand, and instructed Nanyang to cut it.
Nanyang habitually took off his BM47 from the belt, and then held it in his hand, securing the safety pin, and began to cut lotus root.
Qing Huan hurriedly stopped her: "What kind of knife are you? Is it clean?"
Nanyang lowered his head and touched the blade, frowning slightly: "It should be... clean."
She clearly shows a helpless lightness addiction in some small things, but she doesn't care about this place that really needs attention. I really don't know what kind of cleanliness her addiction belongs to.
Qing Huan took a kitchen knife that was about the same thickness as that knife and handed it to Nanyang, "Let's use this one, after all, it's something that I will eat in my stomach in a while, so it's better to be hygienic."
Nanyang didn't refute, he accepted the BM47 obediently, took the kitchen knife, and cut it with his left hand.
Her right hand was badly injured, and in some cases it was not as good as her left hand, but she was not used to her left hand. At this moment, the lotus root slices cut out with the left hand are thick and thin, the top is about a finger wide, and the thinnest is more transparent than the wings of a cicada. Qing Huan stood next to her, holding another kitchen knife, took the lotus root that Nanyang had cut and cut it again, trying to make each lotus root as thin and even as possible.
After cutting it, she asked Nanyang to put the lotus root in a pot and blanch it, and then put some white vinegar in it to prevent the lotus root from oxidizing and turning black. After Nanyang put the lotus root in the pot, she immediately took a measuring cup to weigh the vinegar, but the water had already boiled while she was still busy pouring vinegar into the measuring cup. After a few seconds, the lotus root was boiled and collapsed. Qing Huan I could only take the vinegar bottle and pour it into it, and said helplessly, "You can use that glass of vinegar later when you season it."
In fact, the practice of this dish is very simple, just cut the lotus root and boil it, then take it out and mix it with the seasoning. The most complicated part is basically finished, and the last step is to pour the seasoning in and mix it.
Looking at the recipe, Nanyang carefully spread out a row of small measuring cups, and weighed them in strict accordance with the recipe. Salt, chicken essence, sugar, oil consumption, soy sauce, vinegar, sesame oil. After all the measuring cups were filled, she carefully poured the lotus root slices one by one according to the order in the recipe.
This time, no matter how much my right hand shakes, I won't put the wrong seasoning.
After she was done, she took a pair of new chopsticks and handed them to Qing Huan, her eyebrows slightly curved: "You can try it."
Qing Huan took the chopsticks with a smile, picked up a piece of lotus root and put it in his mouth. This dish was completed under her supervision, and finally there was no unexpected strange taste. Although it was not a delicious dish, it could be eaten as a normal dish.
Such an ordinary dish is far from her cooking skills. But she still made a surprised expression after eating: "Wow, you are amazing."
Nanyang looked at her seriously, with joy that could not be hidden in his eyes: "I will learn better in the future."
Listening to this somewhat familiar sentence, Qing Huan laughed until her shoulders were shaking.
She picked up another piece of lotus root, and said casually, "By the way, I taught Ah Cheng a few times to act, and she was chasing after me and calling me Master. Now that I have taught you such a big thing as cooking, are you right? You have to call me Master too?"
Nanyang cleaned up the kitchen counter.
She frowned slightly, looking at Qing Huan who was eating sweet lotus root, her tone had become serious:
"presumptuous."
Qing Huan bit the lotus root slices and looked at Nanyang in confusion.
What presumptuous? How can you be presumptuous