If she can't cook, Qiao Yingying will clean up first. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the past few days, she has cleaned the villa inside and out, and she only needs to remove the dust again.

She finished in a few moments, spun around with her mop, and finally stopped at the gate, winking at the decorative glass above the gate.

"It's you!" she clapped her hands, her expression eager to try.

She replaced the mop with a rag, moved a stool and placed it in the doorway, stepped on it, and wiped it down very seriously.

After Guan Mufeng and Mi Xue came in, they saw Qiao Yingying standing on a high chair, her body swaying and shaking.

Guan Mufeng frowned and called, "Qiao Yingying, come down." ”

Qiao Yingying was struggling to reach a little stain on the height, and as soon as she heard Guan Mufeng's voice, she subconsciously turned around.

She was already unsteady on her feet, and as soon as she let go of her grip on the door frame, she immediately fell from her chair.

Michelle couldn't help but exclaim and covered her eyes.

And before Qiao Yingying could react, she fell into a warm embrace.

Guan Mufeng put her on the ground, waited for her to stand firm, let go of her hand, and her expression was very serious.

"Don't wipe it next time. He said.

Qiao Yingying looked at him with emotion.

"It's really going to be rubbed, there's a ladder in the garage. He said again.

Qiao Yingying's touched expression was not finished yet, and when she heard this, she was stunned for a while, and then nodded in response: "Oh." ”

The corners of Guan Mufeng's mouth curled slightly and entered the living room.

Seeing that she was fine, Mi Xue couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but shake her head when she heard Guan Mufeng's words, her eyes were full of sympathy.

"Are you alright?" she said as she walked over to Qiao Yingying's side.

"It's okay!" Qiao Yingying shook her head, smiled at her, and carried the chair back to the living room.

"Sir, I'm going to cook. She said to Guan Mufeng, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

Guan Mufeng didn't raise his head, only hummed softly in his throat.

"I'm going to help. Michelle said as she headed to the kitchen.

"Just watch from the sidelines, don't let her burn down the kitchen. Guan Mufeng said suddenly.

Mi Xue was stunned for a moment, and her gaze at the kitchen became a little strange: Yingying... Can't cook?

After she stayed in the kitchen for ten minutes, she realized that Guan Mufeng was not joking.

It's good to forget to put oil and seasonings, once the fire on the stove burned into the pot, Qiao Yingying ran away at once, and only dared to step forward when the fire went out, and the pot of dishes was naturally already dark.

Several times she wanted to help, but Qiao Yingying insisted that she must come by herself. In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she simply went out of the kitchen, sat on the sofa, and drank a glass of water to suppress the shock.

"How is it?" Guan Mufeng looked at her, his tone seemed to be smiling.

Michelle patted her chest, shook her head and smiled: "It's okay, it's not life-threatening." ”

Half an hour later, Qiao Yingying stood at the dining table and shouted weakly at the two of them: "Eat... It's time to eat!"

The three of them sat down at the table, and Mi Xue looked at a few dishes that looked okay, and said in surprise: "Yingying, it's done well!"

Qiao Yingying smiled shyly, her eyes kept paying attention to Guan Mufeng's expression on the side.

Guan Mufeng picked up the chopsticks and tasted each dish, his expression was still faint, and he nodded.

Delicious? Qiao Yingying suddenly became a little excited.

"It's cooked. Guan Mufeng continued, "It's unpalatable." ”

Qiao Yingying couldn't help but show a disappointed look.

Guan Mufeng frowned, looked at her, and said in a stern tone: "How can there be a reason to learn things in one step, you can't accept a little failure, what else can you do?"

Qiao Yingying felt even more guilty, hanging her head and not speaking.

"Follow me. Guan Mufeng put down his chopsticks, got up and went into the kitchen.

Qiao Yingying obediently followed behind him.

"Look at it. He glanced at Qiao Yingying on the side.

Picking out some unused ingredients, his hand holding the knife cut graceful curves in the air, and quickly processed them. Then light the fire, heat the oil, stir-fry, remove from the pan, the action is clean and pleasing to the eye.

Qiao Yingying stared intently at the movements of his hands, her little face was full of admiration and amazement; Mi Xue looked at Guan Mufeng, who was still like a fairy in the fireworks, and was so intoxicated that her mind was upside down.

In their admiring eyes, Guan Mufeng came out with two dishes.

"Let's eat. Guan Mufeng picked up the chopsticks and said.

Qiao Yingying and Mi Xue couldn't wait to taste it.

Qiao Yingying and Mi Xue glanced at each other, both of them were surprised and satisfied.

Mr. Ming Ming uses exactly the same material as himself, why does the taste be so different?

Qiao Yingying pursed her lips, and a spirit of refusal to admit defeat rose in her heart: Mr. can do it, and so can I!