Song Ran belongs to the high-eyed master and low type, and she has no experience in entering the kitchen independently, so she dares to open her mouth to make sweet and sour pork ribs for Gu Jingxing.

Well...... Courage is commendable.

She glanced at the ingredients, planning to make sweet and sour pork ribs and stir-fry two vegetables, which felt that it was not a difficult task.

She washed the ribs and prepared to pour them directly into the oil pot, Gu Jingxing couldn't stand it, and reminded him: "Don't blanch?"

Song Ran panicked: "Oh yes, yes, yes, you have to blanch, Wu Ma said, said." ”

Blanched the water, got up the oil pot, and as soon as the ribs went, they exploded, crackling, Song Ran was so panicked that he blocked the lid of the pot on his face, Gu Jingxing hurried over, took the shovel in her hand, and stir-fried the ribs in the oil pot: "The water is not drained, when it touches the oil, it must be fried, I'll come......"

Song Ran patted his chest with palpitations: "Yes, yes, Mother Wu also said this, I was a little nervous, I forgot, okay, you sit down, I'll come." ”

Gu Jingxing couldn't resist her, so he could only hand the spatula to her again, Song Ran mastered the rhythm, and there were words in his mouth, putting dark soy sauce, light soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, ginger, garlic......

Gu Jingxing looked at her serious appearance from the side, her eyes were surging, Song Ran was Miss Jiao, she had never been in the kitchen since she was so old, and she would work hard to learn cooking for him.

She really cares about him.

"Ouch, hey......" Song Ran's voice came again, Gu Jingxing immediately came back to his senses and walked to her side nervously: "What's wrong?"

Song Ran stuffed his finger into his mouth and sucked it: "The oil is splashing out again......"

Why does she seem so chaotic when she cooks a dish? Obviously, Mother Wu looks at ease, calm and calm.

Gu Jingxing pulled her to the side of the pool distressedly, turned on the tap water, and washed her up: "Xiao Ran, let's come with me." ”

Song Ranman didn't care: "What is this little injury? Okay, the pot is going to be paste, I have to add some water." ”

Song Ran withdrew his hand and returned to the stove, Gu Jingxing was helpless, this girl was really stubborn.

Sweet and sour pork ribs with water and stewed, Song Ran looked around, didn't know where to start, saw a bag of flour, and said distressedly: "Jing Xing, I haven't learned to make noodles, and you have a wound that you can't knead the noodles, or let's eat rice, okay?"

"Okay, just eat rice, let me do it and wash the rice for you, okay. ”

"Okay. ”

Immediately afterwards, Gu Jingxing contracted all the work, and called it a layman.

He washed the vegetables, cut them, put them next to the stove, and signaled: "When the sweet and sour pork ribs are almost ready, just fry them." ”

The light and shadow swept through the kitchen, the smell of meat came, time flew by, three dishes, one meat and two vegetables, quickly out of the pot, Gu Jingxing looked down and saw that Song Ran had several red dots on the back of his hand, and he couldn't help frowning.

He looked at Song Ran's smug eyes, his throat was hot, and he only reached out and rubbed her hair, you, you......

There were three dishes and two rice bowls on the tray, Gu Jingxing ran to the dormitory, and Song Ran followed with a thermos bottle.

The sky is dark, the cool breeze is blowing, and the man's back is broad and strong, like a mountain, which makes people feel safe and reliable.

She followed step by step, walked with her head down, a smile on the corner of her mouth, and then reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes, her voice was dyed with a smile: "Jingxing, I like to live this ordinary life of firewood, rice, oil and salt with you, I like to wash your hands and make soup for you, I like it very much." ”