Chapter 389： Heh, man (1/2)
Chapter 389:
The two women ran to the kitchen together, and immediately saw the corn kernels scattered on the floor. The two men were standing at the opposite ends of the kitchen with corn kernels on their heads and clothes.
Wen Xi's eyes widened for a moment, as if they had seen a ghost. As soon as they turned their eyes, they saw the oil pan that was overturned on the ground, which was pitifully covered on the ground and covered with corn kernels.
Wen Xi was dumbfounded, ”You guys, are you fried corn?”
He Yan looked innocent, ”It's none of my business.”
He pointed to his steaming soup pot with green vegetables in it, ”I'm boiling the vegetables.”
When the two women heard this, their heads twisted, and they all looked at Mugana.
This person looked meaningless, staring at the falling wok, and said lightly, ”Unexpected.”
As soon as his voice fell, the corn grains on the top of his head crashed and fell with the motion of his bowing.
Liang Yisheng didn't understand, ”If you fry it, it will explode, but how can it explode?”
Mu Jianai didn't speak, and when he squatted down, he quietly put the remains of the lighter into his pocket.
He hadn't noticed a lighter right next to the gas stove just now, and it would explode when the heat was enough.
Fortunately, he just didn't stand at the closest distance, just splashed a little corn.
He quickly put the lighter in his pocket, and then tidied up the corn kernels on the ground.
This little movement did not escape Wen Xi's eyes, nor did Liang Yisheng's eyes escape.
Liang Yisheng took the things out of his pocket and was startled, ”Lighter?”
Mugane looked at her seriously, ”I will clean.”
Liang Yisheng suddenly reacted, checking him up and down, ”Is it all right?”
Mugane didn't respond, and seemed to be thinking about how to respond.
Wen Xi returned to his senses in a second, hurriedly walked over and took the corn kernels off his head, and asked, ”Did you hurt?”
He Yan smiled softly and rubbed the top of Wen Xi's head, ”It's okay, hiss.”
His hand suddenly shrank, and Wen Xi reminded Wen Xi to suspend his gall, grabbed his hand and asked, ”It's hot? Is it hot?”
He still smiled, ”It's okay.”
”What are you doing so aggressively at this time? Men are also mortal wombs, and they will have pain. You don't need to bear it.”
Wen Xi immediately pulled him to wash under the tap, the distress on his face was visible to the naked eye.
He Yan raised a satisfied smile at the corner of his eyes, and turned his head to meet Mujianai, who was still squatting on the ground, with a triumphant smile on his mouth.
Mu Jianai's eyes darkened, and suddenly he lowered his head, clasping his hands tightly, looking uncomfortable.
Liang Yisheng was anxious, ”What's wrong?”
”pain.”
Liang Yisheng: ”Where does it hurt?”
”hand.”
Liang Yisheng showed an unbelievable expression, ”Your hand hurts so tightly?”
Mujianai's eyes flashed, and he reacted quickly, ”It's this one.”
Liang Yisheng immediately pulled him out, preparing to find a piece of ice to apply him.
Cool water rushed over He Yan's hand, bringing a refreshing feeling.
Wen Xizi checked it carefully, and there were some small red spots, but fortunately it was not serious.
”What about the other hand?”
He Yan obediently put her other hand in the sink, and naturally formed a posture that she would keep her in her arms.
He leaned over like a lazy snow mastiff, put his chin on her shoulder, smelled her hair, and quietly enjoyed the process of washing his hands.
After a while, Wen Xi smelled the boiled vegetables, and turned his head to find that the vegetables in the soup pot had been burned.
He Yan stretched out his hand and turned off the gas, then continued to put his hand back in the sink, ”It still hurts.”
”Then charge again.” Wen Xi continued to charge him.
”Okay.” He smiled softly and drew close to her on the cheek.
Liang Yisheng just wrapped the ice cubes in cloth and concentrated on applying cold compresses to him.
The man watched her movements motionlessly, his eyes focused on her slender white hands.