"good."
Because of the series of surprises in front of him, Mu Yu was in high spirits now, so he ran down with a smile on his face, imagining what kind of surprises he would give him while running.
But she didn't expect that when she came to the living room downstairs, she found no one. She looked at the closed door strangely.
"Ah Huan?"
"here."
Qin Jinhuan's voice came from the restaurant, and she immediately followed it and walked over.
"Are you hungry?" He came over with a smile.
"It smells so good!" She smelled the food greedily, but she still didn't forget to say, "Where's your surprise?"
Although I was very hungry, the surprise was obviously more attractive.
"Here." He pointed to the four dishes and one soup that were steaming on the dining table.
Mu Yu couldn't believe it: "Don't tell me you did this!"
Although the appearance of the four dishes and one soup is not comparable to that of a hotel, the knife skills are just okay. Although the cooking is a bit old, the color matching is quite careful, and it can arouse people's appetite, especially the Attract her who is hungry.
Even she, a girl from an ordinary family, doesn't know how to enter the kitchen. How could he, a young man from a wealthy family who has no fingers in the water, create such a work? So she was skeptical.
"It's not that difficult."
He seemed disapproving, but in fact he had a look of dismay on his face. After she washed her hands, he sat her down at the dining table, like a valet, laid out the dishes for her, and then handed her the chopsticks respectfully. , "My dear wife, please enjoy."
She leaned forward slightly, took a deep breath of the alluring fragrance, and questioned again: "Did you really do this?!"
Even though she spotted him wearing an apron, she still couldn't believe it.
"Yes, my dear wife. Please taste it."
His serious look made her realize that this should really be his "masterpiece", and she burst out laughing: "It's a tasting, it's obviously a food test. I bet it must be dark cuisine."
If he didn't say he did it, she would have moved her chopsticks in a hurry, but when he said he did it, she hesitated. Although she was very touched that he cooked for her, she really couldn't trust the CEO's cooking skills.
Her delay in moving her chopsticks made him a little hurt, so he reminded her again: "My dear wife, please give me a favor."
She shook her head and asked, "Can you tell the difference between salt and chicken essence? And soy sauce and vinegar?"
Visually, they were the only two people in the villa. She felt that if she tasted a dish cooked by a chef who couldn't even tell the difference between oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, no matter how beautiful the color of the dish was, the taste would definitely not be as good as taking traditional Chinese medicine.
"I have no problem managing the huge Qingtian Group, but why can't I control this little thing?"
"Mr. Qin, your metaphor is not appropriate. Managing a company is a major you have been studying. As for cooking, you are completely... ugh!"
"Don't vomit!" Qin Jinhuan pointed his chopsticks at her domineeringly.
Due to his "obscene power", Mu Yu didn't dare to spit out the food he forced in, but she also didn't dare to chew it, for fear that her mouth would be full of bitter or sour taste when she chewed it - it wasn't that she didn't want to give face, she was afraid that she would Chewing it in one bite will affect your appetite for several days.
"Attsu."
He pretended to be unhappy and tapped her forehead lightly with his index finger. Then he moved all the four dishes, one soup and the rice in front of her to the opposite side far away from her, then quickly walked to the opposite side and sat down, serving the dishes. I took a bowl of soup, took a few sips gracefully, then picked up the rice, picked up my chopsticks and started eating.
Seeing that he was eating with gusto, she dared to chew.
Huh? It seems to taste pretty good!
It's not the dark cuisine she imagined!
It seems like he didn’t cook it himself! This guy actually played tricks on her.
She immediately stood up with her chopsticks, walked around to him, moved a chair over and sat down, then took the soup in front of him and took a careful sip. After feeling that the soup was thick and delicious, she drank it all in one go, and then followed each dish They all took a small sip, and after confirming that it tasted good, they snatched the rice bowl from his hand and gave him an angrily look while eating, not forgetting to say "big liar".
"Who lied to you?" He looked innocent.
"You actually lied to me and said you cooked the food, which made me afraid to eat it." She responded vaguely while eating.
She was really hungry, not to mention the food was good.
"I was the one who burned it!"
"Impossible! Do you think I'm so easy to deceive? How can you, a young man who has never been in the kitchen and even had others serve the food, cook such delicious food?"
"Who said I never go into the kitchen? I've already gone in N times, okay?"
"I don't believe it! I've lived in your house for a few months, but I've never seen you step into the kitchen!"
"I have never entered the kitchen at home. I entered this kitchen." He pointed behind her.
Afraid of choking, she waited until she swallowed the food in her mouth before she dared to laugh.
"You went into this kitchen? No one usually lives here. Why did you go into this kitchen? Don't tell me that you came here specially to cook for yourself!"
"I came here specifically to cook. No, I came here specifically to learn how to cook. It's not to cook for myself, but to learn how to cook for you."
"Learn to cook it for me to eat?!" Mu Yu was shocked.
"Otherwise, how can I count it as a surprise for you?" He raised his eyebrows and said in high spirits, "How is it? Is it a special surprise? A special surprise?"
"This, this is really what you did?!"
He shrugged helplessly: "Honey, the food is almost cold, why don't we discuss this issue after we finish eating?"
She couldn't wait any longer and asked quickly: "Has anyone taught you how to cook?"
"The chief chef of the Jia Lai Hotel," he said while serving her another bowl of soup, "but it's too complicated for me to learn, so I asked him to teach a few easy-to-learn home-cooked dishes first. How about it?"
She didn't take the soup bowl, but looked at him steadily: "How long have you been studying?"
"It's been almost half a month, but I don't come here every day. I come here when I have time. Eat it quickly. When it's cold, you'll treat it like a dark dish." He smiled and picked up the food for her.
She still didn't move, still just looking at him steadily: "Are you working so hard to learn how to cook just to cook it for me?"
"if not?"
"Why?"
"Because you said you hope your husband can cook."
"Huh? When did I say such a thing?"
"It was written in your notebook."
Mu Yu thought about it carefully and then understood what was going on.
It turns out that one time she and Jiang Wenwen were playing a word game together and were asked about her requirements for her future husband. At that time, she thought that Xin Yihan's cooking was great, so she wrote down that she must be able to cook. Jiang Wenwen said that there were few outstanding men who could cook. She thought her requirements were too high and persuaded her to change. At that time, there was no Yin Xiaotian between her and Xin Yihan, so she had great illusions about Xin Yihan. She put away the note that said "My future husband must know how to cook" and prepared to wait for her and Xin Yihan. After Xin Yihan got together, she asked her best friend to meet her "husband who can cook." Later, Xin Yihan and Yin Xiaotian got married, which completely cut off her thoughts. She was very sad, but she couldn't bear to throw away the note and kept it in the notepad she carried with her.
Thinking of this, she suddenly thought of a question: "When did you look through my bag?"
"Just last time. Come and have a sip of soup. It has been stewed for a long time. It is very fresh."
"When was the last time? Why did you rummage through my bag?" She then remembered that he even knew that there was a towel in her bag - it was on the innermost layer of the bag. It seemed that he had done a lot of searching during that rummaging. Very carefully!
Seeing that his eyes were twinkling but not explaining, she pretended to be serious and scolded him, "Come on! Why are you searching my bag? What are you looking for? Or are you trying to do something bad?"
"How could I possibly do something bad to you?" He smiled unnaturally, "Can't you just be curious about my woman's bag?"
She stared at him for a few seconds, then frowned and thought for a few seconds, and suddenly had the answer: "You went through my bag to replace my self-defense knife, right! Where did you put my silver scalpel?" ?”
She asked him last time, but he said he threw it away because she had a conflict with him at the time, so she didn't ask so much and just returned the gold scalpel he gave him.
"Don't you have a self-defense knife in your bag?" He avoided the important and took the easy.
"There is a return, but you can't throw away my original one..."
"Didn't throw it away."
"Where?"
"I put it away for you." He sighed suddenly, "The dishes are cold, I'll go and heat them up."
"Ah Huan..."
"No one likes the food I worked so hard to cook. Alas."
Realizing that his confidence was somewhat frustrated, she realized that her topic had deviated from the focus, and hurriedly responded: "I love to eat! I just..."
"It turns out that men who can cook are not lovable." As he spoke, he had already entered the kitchen with the dishes.
Seeing that he was unhappy, Mu Yu hurriedly followed the kitchen to explain: "Don't talk nonsense, who said it's not lovable? I like it very much."
He ignored her and just wrapped the plate in plastic wrap and put it in the microwave. He clicked on the microwave a few times. His movements were very skillful. It was obviously not the first time he used it.
"Hey," Mu Yu stood next to him, tugged on his sleeve, and asked with a flattering smile, "Can you still use a microwave? You are really good."
He still ignored her and stood alone in front of the microwave, staring at the running microwave.
"I heard that the radiation from microwave ovens is very high, please stand over."
As soon as she finished speaking, he pushed her away.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"The radiation is high, you go outside."
"No!" She understood and paused, hugging him with her backhand, "I want to enjoy the radiation of the microwave oven with you."
"Enjoy it? Do you know how to use words? How did you learn Chinese?" He simply picked her up and walked to the restaurant.
She put her face into his arms and laughed: "I'm not good at Chinese, please teach me."
"Don't teach."
"do not do it."
He sat her down and said, "Sit down and I'll heat up the food."
After saying that, he brought the remaining dishes into the kitchen, and soon brought over the two plates of dishes that had been heated before placing them in front of her, and then went into the kitchen again.
She tore off the plastic wrap, filled another bowl of hot rice, picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
She knew that the best way to calm him down now was to try to eat the dishes he had worked so hard to cook for her.
For a man who is willing to spend a lot of time to surprise her and make her happy despite his busy schedule, who works hard to learn how to cook just because of her unintentional words, who takes care of herself in every possible way and is afraid of men, she has no reason not to cherish it and has no reason to do so. Get angry with him over trivial things.
As she ate, she felt her eyes became astringent.
She sniffed and continued eating hard.
When he brought out the dishes again, he saw that the two dishes on the table were half eaten, and a smile appeared on his face. However, when he saw her reddish eyes, he became nervous again.
"Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, I'm just happy. The food you cooked for me is so delicious." She blinked her eyes hard a few times, trying to make the moisture in her eyes dissipate, and stood up to serve him a meal.
He was relieved, and then held her down: "Then you eat more, and I will serve it myself."
She bit her chopsticks and tilted her head to look at him: "Let's learn together next time."
"You don't need to learn."
She pursed her lips: "Do you think I'm too stupid to learn?"
"The cooking oil smoke smells bad." He said as he presented his right hand in front of her. "I washed it three or four times with hand sanitizer, but the smell of oil smoke still didn't wash away."
She immediately grabbed his hand and smelled it. In addition to the scent of hand sanitizer, it was also stained with the unique smell of kitchen fumes.
"Doesn't it smell bad?"
"No, this is the breath of life, how can it smell bad?" She kissed his hand gently and said seriously, "I like it even more, especially the breath of life that comes for me. "
"How does my cooking taste?"
"Awesome! Really!" To prove what she said, she let go of his hand and continued eating. She even picked up vegetables for him, "Let's eat together."
"As long as you like it, I'll cook sweet and sour pork ribs for you next time."
"Huh? You know how to cook this?!" This is one of her favorite dishes.
He smiled unnaturally: "I have learned it many times, but I still can't master the ratio of sugar and vinegar. But the master said that I have made great progress. I think I will be able to serve it after learning it a few more times."
"Ah Huan..." Her heart felt warmer, and her eyes shone brightly again.
"You haven't learned it yet? You don't need to be moved now, you..." His words were interrupted by the ringing of his mobile phone. He glanced at the mobile phone placed on the dining table, his smile froze slightly, and he hung up.
At this moment, Mu Yu saw the words "Yin Anran" written on the screen of his mobile phone. Thinking of the situation where he wanted to kick him, he immediately curled his lips in his heart.
"Xiaoyu, we..." Qin Jinhuan just spoke when his cell phone rang again. When he saw that it was Yin Anran who was calling, he darkened his face.
"Take it, I must have something important to do with you, my eldest brother-in-law." Mu Yu said nonchalantly and continued to eat with his head down.
Qin Jinhuan hesitated for a moment and then answered the call.