"Don't you feel guilty for saying this? It's obviously Xia Yao who is shameless and sticks up to her. Our Yaoyao has no interest in her at all."
"That's right, she said that as if she knew our Yaoyao very well. How shameless."
"Also, what do you mean by 'I can definitely pick someone better looking than Fu Jingyao?' With our brother Yao's godlike looks, you'd have to go to the end of the universe to find him."
In the small kitchen, Su Qiao saw Fu Jingyao standing there like a telephone pole, neither lighting a fire nor leaving. She had no choice but to do it herself.
After lighting the fire, I first boiled a large pot of water, threw a piece of pork belly in, brushed it twice, rinsed it with cold water, put it on the chopping board, and started cutting.
The movements were quick and decisive; all that could be heard was the sound of the knife chopping rapidly on the chopping board.
"Fuck, look at Su Qiao's sword skills, are you sure he's not just performing acrobatics?"
"Oh my god, I'm so scared she's going to cut her hand."
"I am a hand control. Su Qiao's hands are even more beautiful than those of hand models."
"I like her long black and shiny hair, which is like black satin and so shiny. It looks beautiful just by tying it loosely behind her head with white silk."
“I love her clothes, her clothes look loose and comfortable, yet beautiful and flowy.”
"I think Su Qiao not only looks very classical, but also has a temperament similar to that of a lady from ancient times. Her long hair and clothes are also very similar."
The cameraman was probably attracted by the scene of Su Qiao cutting vegetables. He kept the camera facing Su Qiao and even forgot about Fu Jingyao who was standing by the door.
When the extremely tempting aroma of meat wafted into the air, the camera moved away from Su Qiao and focused on the dish.
'Gulu'
The cameraman would never admit that he was drooling over the food.
Su Qiao made a simple dish of stir-fried pork belly with garlic shoots, and also fried a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and finally some spicy and sour shredded potatoes and a plate of bok choy.
After bringing the dishes to the dining table in the kitchen, Su Qiao filled himself a bowl of rice, sat down at the table and started eating.
Fu Jingyao paused, but finally, with a sullen look on his face, he ran to get a bowl of rice and sat opposite Su Qiao.
Su Qiao looked up at him and said, "Wash the dishes after you finish eating."
"I… "
Su Qiao didn't give him any room to speak: "You are here to experience life, not to be a young master. You can't just do nothing, right?"
"Or, you can't do anything else except acting?"
"You're so old, but you don't even have the ability to take care of yourself. If something happens to you one day, are you going to let yourself die of cold or starvation?"
If this man were thrown into the forest, he wouldn't survive for more than a few days.
After going through several dimensions, this guy has the worst hands-on ability, no doubt about it.
Fu Jingyao was about to say something, but he couldn't stand her contemptuous look. He forgot his original intention of "making trouble" and said unconvincedly: "Who said I can't do it? It's just washing dishes. I can do it in two strokes."
Su Qiao didn't say anything else, but just picked up a piece of cabbage for him with chopsticks: "Eat more vegetables."
"I don't like this." Fu Jingyao picked up the vegetables with a cold face and threw them on the table.
Su Qiao put down his chopsticks and asked bluntly: "Are you a child? Are you picky about food?"
"Look at yourself, you're as skinny as a stick. What's the point of having a pretty face? If you run into a robber, you can only watch helplessly, and you might even need a woman to protect you."
Fu Jingyao's face darkened: "I'm in good health. Three or five people are no match for me."