Chapter 49 (1/2)

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for teaching Wei Yan to cook, Zheng Quzhi was both happy and melancholy. Happy because if Wei Yan was taught, he would not have to eat dark food. Sadly, during this period of teaching Wei Yan, they are about to become Wei Yan's mice to test whether the food is delicious.

Even before it was dark, Cai Zhen knocked on the door of Zheng Quzhi's room: ”little white face! Hurry to the kitchen! Sir is waiting for you

Zheng Quzhi is lying in bed brushing micro blog, smell speech quickly rolled out of bed, butt butt butt butt run to the kitchen.

Wei Yan is standing in front of the pot, drooping his head and not knowing what he is thinking. Zheng Quzhi felt headache when he saw Wei Yan's white shirt. Who would wear white clothes without an apron?

Is there a mine at home?

”Coming?” Wei Yan turns back and purses her lips and looks at Zheng Quzhi.

With a smile, Zheng Quzhi quickly went in and asked him, ”what is Mr. Wei going to cook?”

”What do you like to eat?” Wei Yan deviated his head and asked earnestly.

He did not expect that he would ask himself in this way. Zheng Quzhi was stunned for a moment and quickly responded to him with kindness: ”Mr. Wei, you can't be picky about food. I like to eat everything.”

Hearing the speech, Wei Yan frowned a little.

The scope is too broad.

Glancing at the dishes in the kitchen, his fingers moved, and his rare hesitation tangled up. After a long time, he took a deep breath. He held out his finger impatiently and pointed to the dishes: ”choose one of your favorite dishes there.”

Listening to Wei Yan's voice that he could not refuse, Zheng Quzhi looked at the pile of dishes, and finally chose the most easy to learn Chinese cabbage. He took it and handed it to Wei Yan: ”cabbage has high nutritional content. Mr. Wei should eat more.”

Wei Yan took over, glanced at Zheng Quzhi, then raised his chin and pointed to a place: ”sit down.”

Not far away, I don't know when a stool was set up.

Zheng Qu knows that the corner of his mouth is slightly puffed. Is this for the stool he specially brought over? So sweet???

Since the big man has prepared a stool for himself, Zheng Quzhi is not willing to be polite to him. He sits directly on the stool, raises his legs by the way, and says with a smile, ”Mr. Wei, I'm not polite, ha!”

Wei Yan droops her eyes and looks at the cabbage on her hand for a long time. She puts it on the chopper and cuts it down. Zheng Qu knew what was happening and called out, ”wait a minute!”

”Well?” Wei Yan raised her eyes.

”Mr. Wei, the dishes you cooked before are not washed?” Zheng Quzhi can't believe it. Is cooking so simple and crude?

Wei Yan was silent for a moment. Just about to speak, she suddenly remembered something. Subconsciously, she lowered her eyelashes, covered her eyes, and covered her emotions. Her tone was light: ”come and teach me.”

Zheng Quzhi:???

So why let him sit down in the beginning?

He took the cabbage from Wei Yan's hand, tore it off one by one, and said in his mouth, ”first separate the leaves one by one, and then wash them in the water.”

Then he went to see him.

Suddenly, the lips rub against the greasy skin.

Wei Yan was stunned for a few seconds. Her eyes were full of doubts, as if she didn't understand why Zheng Quzhi had such a move.

Neither of them spoke, and time seemed to be still. Zheng Quzhi's face is rare to have some blush, retreated a few steps, the blood gas gushed to the brain.

”Wei Yan, I didn't mean to!” He is inexplicable some flurries, even called to call changed also did not discover.