"Surprised, surprised?"

Xia Bijin looked at Leng Muhan very proudly, and wanted him to give some evaluation.

Leng Muhan glanced at the dark soup in front of him, who didn't know what it was.

Finally, he spoke, "What is this?"

Xia Rujin was stunned: "Pig's trotter soup." ”

Leng Muhan glanced at her: "You did it?"

"Yes?" Xia Bijin stretched out his hand and let him look at the red dots on the back of his white hand, "Uncle, look at it, my hands are burned by oil." ”

Leng Muhan was motionless: "Who told you to do it?"

Xia Rujin: "......"

Leng Muhan got up and dug through a drawer in the kitchen for a while, and took out a tube of ointment.

He commanded: "Hands outstretched." ”

Xia Rujin pointed to the soup bowl: "Uncle, you can taste it first, the soup I made for the first time." ”

Leng Muhan didn't look at it: "I'm afraid that if I drink it, I won't have a chance to rub the ointment on you." ”

Ha?

Xia Rujin thought she had misheard.

When she saw Leng Muhan's serious face, she knew that what he said was true.

Xia Rujin was messy in the wind: "What I made is not so unpalatable, uncle!"

Leng Muhan took the ointment and looked very calm: "I don't believe it." ”

He refused bluntly, leaving no room for anything.

Xia Rujin was very annoyed. This is the first time in her life that she has cooked. And I tinkered all night, all according to the steps that Aunt Zhang said.

This man...... It's infuriating!

No wonder I don't have a girlfriend when I'm old!

She complained: "Uncle, you don't believe me!"

Leng Muhan's expression was calm for ten thousand years: "Why should I believe you? You must be cooking for the first time, aren't you." ”

Xia Bijin nodded reluctantly.

Since the last time she cooked, she had only washed strawberries once.

Leng Muhan glanced at the messy kitchen: "You didn't leave the kitchen on fire, I have to thank you." It's true. ”

Xia Bijin suddenly felt a little pain in her knee...... was shot by Leng Muhan's poisonous tongue arrow.

She glared at Leng Muhan in annoyance, will this uncle speak?

Even if she makes it unpalatable, wouldn't normal people and ordinary people barely take a few sips and say it's good?

Is this uncle a straight man with a brain up to the sky?

"Do you drink?" Xia Rujin threatened.

She made up her mind, today this love pig's trotter soup Leng Muhan will drink it if she doesn't drink it, and she will drink it if she drinks it!

Leng Muhan pushed the bowl and asked rhetorically: "Why don't you drink it?" Since you are so confident, try the poison yourself." ”

Xia Rujin: "......"

"Uncle, take a sip!" Xia Rujin played tricks, constantly shaking his arm: "You drink, I stayed up all night to make this for you." This is my heart. ”

Leng Muhan glanced at her and asked, "Why do you have to let me drink it?"

Xia Rujin went crazy.

Is there a reason for this? Is this uncle sick?

"Hello uncle, is there a reason?" Xia Rujin's face flushed with anger, "I care about you! Uncle, you will not have a girlfriend like this." ”

Leng Mu glanced at her coldly: "I don't need a girlfriend." ”

What?

Xia Rujin is even more messy.

Why is the topic turning here?

It's just a bowl of love pig's trotter soup? Why did the painting style evolve into something like she was forcing the president uncle to drink seven steps and smile half a step?!

She almost knelt down: "Uncle, why don't you drink?" Isn't it in vain that you don't drink my hard work all night?"

Maybe Leng Muhan was finally moved by Xia Rujin's perseverance.

He moved the spoon and picked up the suspicious contents of the soup bowl in disgust. Anyway, he didn't know how Xia Yijin did it, the things in the soup were all black, and he couldn't see his true face.

This cooking ...... What a show.

Xia Rujin looked at him eagerly, eager to feed him a whole bowl of soup.

"Uncle, have you drunk the soup......"

Leng Muhan's hands trembled. He looked at Xia Rujin, and it was rare that there was an expression on his face other than coldness and anger: "Please don't speak in this tone, okay?"

Xia Rujin was confused: "What's wrong?"

Leng Muhan Muran: "This reminds me of the most classic line in the Water Margin." ”

"What's it?"

Xia Rujin was even more confused.

Leng Muhan's face was expressionless: "Da Lang, drink the medicine." ”

Xia Rujin: "......"

God, was talked to death.

Xia Rujin was furious: "Do you drink it or not?!"

Leng Muhan sat at the dining table, looking at this steaming, I don't know what the hell love soup was cold until now.

He frowned: "I'll drink, can you go upstairs to sleep?"

"Yes!" Xia Rujin was so angry that her brain was dizzy.

She swore that next time she would make this kind of love supper love pig's trotter soup or something, she would chop off her paws and make soup!

On this day, she has nothing to learn to be virtuous!

Sure enough, the routines in the president's article are all deceptive. She is the stupid white sweet heroine who has been successfully poisoned by the Internet!

Leng Muhan slowly scooped a little soup, and then slowly took a sip in Xia Rujin's eyes, which were eager as if he was about to shoot through him.

Be quiet.

The kitchen was quiet.

It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of their breathing and heartbeat.

Xia Rujin felt as if a century had passed. Her voice trembled, and she asked the question that hit the soul: "Uncle, is the soup good?"

Leng Muhan put down the spoon, picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his lips.

"It's ok. ”

He gave an answer that would not hurt his conscience.

Xia Rujin looked at him suspiciously: "Really...... Is it okay?"

Leng Muhan's face was expressionless, and he pushed the soup bowl: "Otherwise, you can taste it?"

Xia Bijin wanted to say, taste it, who is afraid of whom. But when she saw the black soup, she swallowed it back when it came to her lips.

She...... I really don't dare to drink it.

"That...... I've been fed for a long time. I'm not hungry at all. Xia Rujin argued.

Leng Muhan stared at her weak little face, smiling rather than smiling: "Classmate Bijin, won't your conscience hurt when you say this?"

Xia Rujin was a little fried: "I'm ...... I'm full. Besides, this is a soup made by you yourself, uncle, how can I drink it?"

Leng Mu glanced at her coldly, unwilling to dwell on this stupid and boring question.

He pointed to her hand, "Hand out." ”

Xia Rujin was confused: "What are you doing?"

Leng Muhan picked up the ointment, his eyes were heavy, and the green tendons on his forehead were beating faintly: "What do you say?!Stretch out your hand!!Don't let me say it a second time!"

What kind of drama is it all about every day?

Did he take in a mentally retarded girl? Why did he have to worry about him all day long?

Xia Rujin came to her senses and obediently stretched out her hand to let Leng Muhannian apply the ointment.

The cold ointment was applied to the back of her hand, cool and comfortable. I don't know what kind of material Leng Muhan's scald cream is, but there is no unpleasant smell.