After dinner, Guan Mufeng went back to the room, and Mi Xue and Qiao Yingying watched TV and chatted together. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yingying, how did you and Guan always meet?" she asked curiously, taking the water handed by Qiao Yingying.

Qiao Yingying thanked her, thought for a while, and said, "I met on the road, and I accidentally blocked Mr.'s car." She stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

"You're still in school, right?" she asked again.

Qiao Yingying pursed her lips and looked a little lonely: "My mother is sick, and I took a leave of absence from school to take care of her." Later, when I had no money, my husband gave me this job to help me. ”

"I see. Michelle suddenly said, "Then how is your mother now, has she recovered?"

"Well, in a little while, my mother will be discharged from the hospital. Qiao Yingying became cheerful again, and said with a smile, "When the time comes, I will thank Mr. well." ”

"That's a good thanks. Michelle smiled and nodded, quipping, "But you have to practice your cooking skills first!"

Qiao Yingying blushed slightly, and she was even more determined to practice her cooking skills.

In the next few days, she went home from the hospital early every day, ran to Wu Xiaomei's house to help her mother, watched from the sidelines, and wasted some of her family's food by the way. asked Wu Xiaomei to download a lot of cooking videos for her, stared at them on the way to work, sat at the station several times, and was late, but fortunately Guan Mufeng came back late, so she was not caught.

Every day she makes dinner, waits for Guan Mufeng to come back with anxiety and anticipation, and then listens to the teachings with an open mind.

Guan Mufeng would batch every dish mercilessly every time, but after that, he would personally demonstrate and guide her how to do it. Qiao Yingying benefited a lot and made rapid progress, and after two weeks, she was finally able to handle the cooking.

My husband was patient and careful when he taught me, and he was a really good teacher. Qiao Yingying often thinks like this, and she respects Guan Mufeng even more in her heart.

On this day, after Guan Mufeng tried Qiao Yingying's new work, he raised his eyebrows.

"Barely enough. He said, then picked up his rice bowl and began to eat.

Qiao Yingying was stunned for a moment, and the legs that habitually walked towards the kitchen were retracted, looking at Guan Mufeng, who was still sitting and eating, she couldn't believe it: "First... Sir, I, I'm clear?"

"It's just that you can eat it, are you satisfied?" Guan Mufeng glanced at her, his tone displeased.

Qiao Yingying hurriedly said: "No, no, I will continue to work hard!"

"Let's eat. Guan Mufeng saw that she was still standing stupidly, and said lightly.

"Oooh. Qiao Yingying immediately sat down, picked up her rice bowl and began to eat.

She had several band-aids on both hands, a small patch of red skin, and a few blisters on the back of her hand.

Guan Mufeng couldn't help frowning. But when I think of the hard-to-swallow dishes I have eaten in the past few days, such as clams full of sand and uncooked steamed fish, the trace of unbearable food that has just risen disappeared in an instant.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself. He's been fighting malls for years, and that's clear.

He glanced at Qiao Yingying, who was eating deliciously, his eyes were inexplicable, and he didn't know what he was thinking.