The more successful a man is outside, the more he hopes that he has a woman who can be considerate of himself, Qin Beimu likes a gentle and considerate woman like Nan Qiuyi, and Nan Yitang can more or less feel his psychology.

Nan Yitang has hardly cooked, and she is also temporarily cramming to learn on the way over, looking at the full bag of dishes, she has a headache, or found a chef in the hotel to guide herself.

After living with Qin Beimu for so long, Nan Yitang still has some understanding of Qin Beimu's taste, Qin Beimu pursues the quality of life very much, and the food is also exquisite, and the color and flavor are required, which makes Nan Yitang a little headache, and he reluctantly picked a few that don't seem to be so difficult.

Looking at Nan Yitang's clumsy way of chopping vegetables, the chef couldn't stand it anymore, "Miss Nan, why don't you come with me?"

"No, you can't do it, just watch from the sidelines. The meal I made for Qin Beimu had to be made by myself from beginning to end. ”

Nan Yitang said, feeling a tingling pain in her fingertips, she took a deep breath and saw bright red blood oozing out of her index finger. 、

"Miss Nan, are you okay?"

The chef was terrified when he watched from the side, if this Nan Yitang was injured, Qin Beimu would blame him for how he could bear it.

Nan Yitang washed his fingers under the water for a while, then found a band-aid to put on and continued to cook.

Failed many times, Nan Yitang knew that she was not this material, but the hard work paid off, she still reluctantly made two dishes that could be seen, although the taste was unsatisfactory, Nan Yitang was also satisfied.

"Finally, this fried spicy chicken is a bit difficult, why don't you change it?"

"Qin Beimu's favorite dishes, can there be any simple ones?" Nan Yitang asked rhetorically, the chef was speechless, and silently came up to help.

"What's going on with this fire?"

Nan Yitang looked at the time, Qin Beimu should almost come back, but this dish didn't seem to be successful, and he was a little anxious to turn up the fire.

"Miss Nan, this can't be like this, such a big fire will burn. ”

The chef just came back from going to the toilet and saw this scene and quickly stopped it.

"Huh?" Nan Yitang looked back and smelled a burning smell, and before she could turn down the fire, the flames suddenly burst out of the pot.

"Wow, what's this?" Nan Yitang was startled, and hurriedly took the bowl with water next to him and splashed it.

The fire was like being turned on the switch, and it came up in an instant, and Nan Yitang was startled, and reflexively raised his arm to block his face.

The expected heat did not come, Nan Yitang felt a warm chest, and she was hugged into her arms.

She looked up in a trance and saw Qin Beimu's gloomy face, he frowned, hugged Nan Yitang, and carried the person out of the kitchen.

"You, are you back?" Nan Yitang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Qin Beimu like a frightened little white rabbit.

The cook and Qin Beimu's assistant were putting out the fire in the kitchen, and there was a somewhat chaotic sound.

"Are you planning to burn me, or are you going to burn yourself?" Qin Beimu pulled Nan Yitang's wrist and asked in a deep voice.

"I'm sorry, I, I ......" Nan Yitang was aggrieved, and soon his eyes moistened, and he said softly; "I wanted to cook you a meal, I didn't expect it to be like this." ”

"Cook for me?" Qin Beimu's brows furrowed, but he asked with some disbelief.

"Yes. Nan Yitang's hand gently stroked down Qin Beimu's hand, "Don't be angry, I shouldn't have run over secretly without telling you." But you haven't been back for a long time, I'm alone at home, I'll be scared. ”

Nan Yitang said, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he muttered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I just want to come to see you." ”

"What are you doing in the kitchen?"

"I want to cook for you, but I won't. I wanted to make you happy, but I didn't use it, I messed things up again. Nan Yitang lowered his eyes, obedient and pitiful.

"Can you not be angry?" Nan Yitang looked at him quietly, his eyes watery and pleading.

Qin Beimu didn't answer, just grabbed her shoulder, pressed her directly on the sofa and kissed her.

After being away for so long, how could he not want to? Seeing her under him, he couldn't wait to eat people at this moment, she came here, no matter how sincere she was, Qin Beimu was happy.

Willing to sink and willing to believe has always been a person's choice.

Nan Yitang was out of breath when he was kissed, he hummed and raised his hand to push her, his eyes were even more foggy, looking at her, Qin Beimu's kiss gradually became gentle, and it was much gentler.

Nan Yitang knew that this meant understanding, and it was not in vain that she rushed all the way to perform this bitter meat scene, which finally made Qin Beimu angry.

The chef and assistant knew it very well, and they came out after cleaning up the kitchen, and respectfully brought the two dishes made by Nan Yitang.

"Mr. Qin, this is a dish that Miss Nan specially cooked for you. ”

"Whose subordinate are you? Now you don't even need my permission, you just listen to Miss Nan's orders to hide from me?" Qin Beimu hugged Nan Yitang, although he was a Xingshi to ask for guilt, but he didn't speak so harshly.

"Mr. Qin, we were wrong. Miss Nan said she wanted to surprise you, we ......"

Nan Yitang gently tugged at the corner of Qin Beimu's clothes, and said flatteringly: "Don't be angry, it's my fault, you punish me, don't punish them." ”

Qin Beimu went to shake Nan Yitang's hand and touched her wound, she took a deep breath in pain.

"What's wrong?" Qin Beimu frowned and pulled her hand up, seeing the wound wrapped in the band-aid, his face instantly gloomy, and he glared at the cook: "What's going on?"

"Mr. Qin, this was accidentally injured by Miss Nan when she was chopping vegetables. ”

"She accidentally injured herself, so what about you? You don't do any cooking and chopping vegetables, and you let her do it to someone who can't cook? What's the use of asking you?"

Qin Beimu scolded sharply.

The chef lowered his head tremblingly, not daring to distinguish half a sentence, but only apologized respectfully: "Mr. Qin is angry, I want to help, but Miss Nan said that she wants to cook for you, and she must do it herself every step of the way, so that she is sincere." ”

Qin Beimu's anger seemed to disappear all of a sudden.

"It's what I want to make for you, it's all made by me, don't blame the chef, don't be angry. ”

Nan Yitang stroked Qin Beimu's back and explained softly.

Qin Beimu's gaze was much gentler, and he was very careful when holding her hand.