Outside, the rain is picking up.
The night is getting darker.
Shen Xi had hot pot for dinner and was woken up by thirst. She got up and went to the kitchen to find some water.
Unexpectedly, she walked into the kitchen and saw something flying towards her head. She flashed subconsciously, and then heard a bang. The thing shattered in front of her eyes, and the residue was scattered everywhere. It was nothing else, but a porcelain bowl.
Chen Xi was completely awake now. If she hadn't been able to hide quickly, Porcelain Bowl would have made her forehead red and shouted at him: "Fu! Qing! Xuan!"
Fu Qingxuan was opening the cupboard doors one by one to look for things. He didn't turn on the light, and he didn't expect that she would suddenly come in. He looked at the girl who was about to wake up and stared at her beautiful almond eyes, looking aggrieved and fierce. His heart softened and he subconsciously He said: "I'm sorry."
Shen Xi was stunned for a moment:...
Fu Qingxuan stepped forward somewhat at a loss, and clasped her shoulders nervously, with undisguised worry in his eyes: "I didn't know you would come in. Are there any injuries? Let me see."
"It doesn't matter." Shen Xi frowned, swatted his hand away, and looked at him with disgust: "Don't touch me. It's so late, why are you sneaking around?"
Fu Qingxuan: "I'm a little hungry after reading the book."
Shen Xi looked out the window and didn't know what time it was, but she had already slept and got up, so it must be very late.
Two o'clock in the morning.
Fu Qingxuan got up and looked for something to fill his stomach. He remembered that when he was reading, Shen Xi knocked on the door and said that the self-heating hot pot was in the kitchen, so he looked everywhere.
"I'll do it!" Shen Xi looked at him and asked, "Can you do it?"
The young master in front of him should be like this if his fingers are not touched by Yang Chun Shui.
Fu Qingxuan showed off somewhat: "I'm a good cook."
Shen Xi: "Cooking is different from this."
Fu Qingxuan didn't lie. People who can cook can even cook a self-heating hot pot differently than her.
Shen Xi watched him take out all the cabbage, vegetables and meat buns from the self-heating hot pot and put them into the pot: "You are quite careful in your life."
"I'm a doctor." Fu Qingxuan has obsessive-compulsive disorder. Even if plastic items are advertised as healthy, after heating, there will still be a small amount of toxins that are harmful to the body. He tilted his head and looked at her: "You are a woman?" "Child, why are you living so rough?"
He saw that the cupboard was full of all kinds of instant products that she brought. Is she planning to live on this unhealthy junk food for a week here
"You live a delicate life." Shen Xi sat at the dining table and scolded him, unable to help but look at him.
This young master looks quite good when he is cooking. No wonder he is said to be the best looking man when he is serious. He is very charming when he is reading and cooking.
The small hot pot was cooked, and Fu Qingxuan also put a lot of fresh ingredients, mushrooms, and fresh meat in it.
There is no one at home, but just in case someone comes back unexpectedly, someone will come over to replace the ingredients in the refrigerator every day.
The ingredients he uses are also the freshest.
Shen Xi couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart and asked him: "Can your second brother cook?"
Fu Qingxuan shook his head: "No, he is a bad cook. Dogs won't eat anything he cooks."
Shen Xi also wanted to see what kind of charming scene the male god looked like when he was cooking. After hearing his words, he suddenly remembered his fear of being dominated by the kitchen. He shuddered suddenly and decided not to do it. The kitchen killer did it. Rice, very scary.
(End of chapter)