Chapter Twenty-Nine: I'll Make It for You

The two of them looked at each other stupidly, and Song Zhenghui was a little shy and took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Do you know how to cook, I'm so hungry. She touched her deflated stomach and looked at Qiu Yiqing expectantly.

To be honest, Qiu Yiqing was a little nervous at the moment, but he didn't expect this stubble. His refrigerator doesn't have anything all year round, and he can cook instant noodles at most, so he really can't do anything delicious. Thinking of this, I lost the confidence to say it.

"What do you want to eat? Do you want to order takeout?"

Song Zhenghui habitually pouted, "No, you can't even cook." ”

Where could Qiu Yiqing stand such doubts, and hurriedly stood up straight, "How come, I'll make it for you to eat whatever you say." ”

He was dressed in a white lounge suit, and the buttons of his shirt seemed to be coping, only two buttons, and the range of movement was slightly larger, so that his lean chest muscles could be seen through the clothes. Song Zhenghui saw the live-action version of the muscle for the first time, and couldn't help blushing, not daring to look at Qiu Yiqing again.

"What's wrong, what are you hiding?" Qiu Yiqing didn't notice it, and he only felt strange when he saw Song Zhenghui with his head tilted to the side.

Song Zhenghui found that Qiu Yiqing should be the legendary straight man, can't he wear clothes well at home?

"Ahem, it's nothing, my eyes are in the sand. "Just find a reason and be ready to perfunctory him.

But she underestimated Qiu Yiqing's ability to get to the bottom of it, "What's the matter, where is there any sand in the house, I'll help you take a look." After speaking, without waiting for her to respond, he directly started to operate.

Qiu Yiqing bent over, his pajamas were empty and open, and slowly approached her.

Song Zhenghui felt her tongue stick out and touch his pectoral muscles, phew! What kind of tiger and wolf words are these. She was taken aback by her whimsical thoughts, and hurriedly shook her head.

"Don't move, look up, don't keep your head down. The two of them are not on the same channel at all, and Qiu Yiqing's serious and careful appearance makes Song Zhenghui feel that his behavior is too "villainous".

"Okay, okay, don't blow it, let's cook, I'm fine, I'll just eat noodles." Song Zhenghui pushed Qiu Yiqing away and urged him to hurry up and cook.

After repeatedly confirming that there was no problem, he could only walk into the kitchen "tragically".

When I opened the refrigerator door, as expected, there were only a few yellow leaves lying there alone, which was particularly dazzling. There wasn't even a single egg at home, just a few bags of instant noodles.

After all, it was the first time to cook, Qiu Yiqing still hoped that what he did could be reliable, after all, the first impression was very important for him to ease his relationship with Song Zhenghui. However, "it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice", there is a lack of ingredients, and instant noodles are just a fast food no matter how much they are made.

Qiu Yiqing saw that Song Zhenghui had no intention of coming out, so he hurriedly put on his shoes, gently closed the door, and made a quick call. No one answered again and again, and continued to fight several times, but the pace of his feet did not stop, and he climbed upstairs.

"Hey, I thought you had been dead for so long before you answered the phone. "Qiu Yiqing is really learning and using, what Song Zhenghui said about him, how is he scolding the person on the other end of the phone now.

"Big brother, don't you look at what time it is, why do you finish the call?"

"Hurry up and open the door, I'm on the doorstep. Qiu Yiqing was too lazy to talk nonsense, he didn't want to be discovered by Song Zhenghui and he ran out to find foreign help.

"What? What are you going to do?"

"I count three times, 3 ......" Before I counted to 1, the door opened with a "pop", and Jiang Hai appeared at the door with a chicken nest.

In order to avoid Professor Jiang's "teachings", Jiang Hai had already moved upstairs to Qiu Yiqing's house and rented a large flat floor, which was known as cultivating brotherly feelings and taking care of each other.

However, feelings have not been cultivated, but resentment has been cultivated a lot. Qiu Yiqing commanded him at every turn, either by the way to buy him a meal, or by the way to ask his aunt to clean their house, or to help him close the window...... There are a lot of broken things.

"This master, what are your orders?"

Before Jiang Hai could finish speaking, Qiu Yiqing pushed him away and went straight to their refrigerator, searching carefully.

"Big brother, there are so many things, don't mess up, can't I find you what you want?" The aunt of the Jiang Hai family usually stuffs his bar refrigerator to the brim, for fear that the young master of their family will be hungry and freezing, so basically what he wants.

"Quick, I want vegetables, eggs, hand-rolled noodles, shrimp, fish fillet......" Qiu Yiqing didn't know what he wanted specifically, and reported all the dishes he liked to eat when he usually ate noodles.

Jiang Hai, who was rummaging, couldn't help but look back at him in embarrassment, "Xiao Qingqing, are you a starving ghost reincarnated?"

Qiu Yiqing's hands were full of things after a while, and he was helpless for fear of being discovered, so he shouted as he ran: "Thank you, you can sleep." ”

On this big night, with such a loud voice, Jiang Hai was stunned for a moment, looking at his hurried back with a question mark.

Sure enough, after arriving home, Song Zhenghui didn't mean to look for him, Qiu Yiqing calmed down a little, washed the side dishes and prepared to start cooking noodles.

As introduced in the recipe, step by step, heat the oil, add the shrimp and fish fillets.

This party is terrible, there is water on the shrimp and fish fillet, put it in the oil pan and spray oil out, a drop of oil sprayed on his hand, so frightened that he jumped and dodged, and he didn't hold the shovel in his hand in fright, and fell to the ground at once. In the middle of the night, this sound could almost wake up a group of people, and Song Zhenghui ran out when he heard the sound.