Chapter Twenty-Three: Sugar, Sugar, Sweet, Sour and Cinnamon Fish

Yes, Xia Yuxun was right, she was indeed sold, she was sold thoroughly, and more than one person participated, it was planned by two people, if she knew the truth, she could only squat in the corner and cry.

"Goo......" Xia Yuxun's heart chuckled, and then patted his hungry stomach hatefully, what is it called? Can you be as deep as I am? Xia Yuxun had an expression of hatred on his face.

Mu Nianxun glanced at her and hurriedly hid his snickering expression.

Xia Yuxun looked at him, looked at each other, embarrassed for a while, and did not break the silence.

"Well, I'll cook for you! You seem to be hungry! Mu Nianxun scratched his head, and walked into the kitchen without waiting for her to answer, Xia Yuxun stared at his figure in a daze until he disappeared outside the kitchen door. After a while, the sound of ping-pong came from the kitchen.

I don't know what's going on in the kitchen.

"Bang ......" frightened Xia Yuxun trembling.

"......Boom" After a while, there was a violent noise in the kitchen again, and Xia Yuxun trembled her body again.

"Slap ......" She hasn't recovered from the fright just now, and if she scares her again, she will have cramps.

……

How? Don't you stop if you don't scare her to death today? Don't scare her anymore, she's really small and small.

In a short period of time, all kinds of sounds in the kitchen were staggered, thumping, sizzling, banging, clanging, crackling, like a fierce battlefield. Xia Yuxun was already making up in his mind the tragic appearance of Mu Nianxun crawling in the face of the enemy's machine gun fire with the zha medicine bag in his arms, vowing to complete the task to the death.

In the kitchen, Mu Nianxun, who had never cooked, relied on his ingenuity to turn on the switch of natural gas, and the first step was barely successful.

"What are you going to cook for her?" Mu Nianxun fell into deep thought, his good-looking hand kept rubbing his chin, and suddenly, the afterglow of his eyes saw the black plastic bag in the corner of the kitchen, bulging, and there were some water stains on the surface: "What is that?" When I got closer, there was a cinnamon fish in the bag, which Zhou Huanya bought for Xia Yuxun and was going to make it for her at night.

"It's you." Mu Nianxun's eyes lit up: "Sweet and sour osmanthus fish." "He doesn't know how to cook, but he remembers the name of the dish very well.

Just do it, Mu Nianxun found a clean pot, filled the pot with water, and then put the osmanthus fish in the plastic bag into the pot, the osmanthus got more space and swam happily, it had no idea what would happen to it next. Mu Nianxun found the vinegar, poured the vinegar into the pot containing the fish, then added a few tablespoons of sugar, looked at the light brown water, shook his head and continued to add vinegar to it until the water turned brown and black. Mr. Guiyu, sweet and sour or not you?

Remove the cutting board, roll up the cuffs, tie the apron, and it all looks harmonious and beautiful. What kind of sparks can be sparked between a beautiful man and the kitchen? Sexy hormones or addictive abstinence?

……

In the next second, Mu Nianxun slapped garlic.

"Bang ......" The knife fell, the garlic was gone, and only a few pieces of garlic skin were left on the cutting board.

Mu Nianxun couldn't find any trace of garlic, and he didn't plan to worry about those who didn't have it with a thoughtless creature: "Forget it, let's turn on the fire first!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "boom", and the fire became bright, so frightened that he threw the woks on the stove, carefully straightened the wok, and just poured oil into it, the pot began to crackle again, and fine oil stains splashed on the apron, even his shirt and suit pants were not spared. Hold a spatula in each hand, one for stir-frying, and one for legitimate defense. The oil was terrible, and he was especially agitated when he encountered water, and his face had been attacked in many places. Seeing that the chili peppers were almost fried, anyway, the color was quite bright and attractive, so I grabbed the "sweet and sour osmanthus fish" that had been soaked for a long time, and threw it into the pot with a "pop". After a long time of sweet and sour baptism, the Guiyu is still alive tenaciously, it feels the stinging sensation and suffocation from under its body, and the survival instinct makes it immediately return to blood when it is dying. So Mu Nianxun looked at the osmanthus fish that kept jumping in the pot, and his face was stunned. The current Mu Nianxun and Xia Yuxun look similar, but Mu Nianxun doesn't feel tragic, but is a little happy.

Xia Yuxun shook her head, what kind of tragic scene of dying, don't look at it again, it is her kitchen that is dying, thinking about it, she quickly got up and walked to the kitchen.

"Ahh Before he reached the kitchen door, he heard Mu Nianxun's screams, is he sacrificing? Xia Yuxun shook his head and quickened his pace towards the kitchen.

"Smack." An unknown object with a bright color and a pungent smell hit her thigh and bounced back to the ground, Xia Yuxun exhaled with trembling legs, fortunately, she was wearing denim trousers.

Mu Nianxun frowned and glanced at the back of his red-hot hand, and then went to catch the escaping osmanthus fish, when he saw Xia Yuxun, he was "playing" happily in the kitchen, and he suddenly drooped his head like a deflated ball. He forgot the back of his aching hand, and forgot his own embarrassment, and waited quietly for her to get angry.

"The back of your hand is burned?" Xia Yuxun's face sank, endured the pain from the wound, pulled Mu Nianxun with his bandaged hands, and couldn't help but pull him to the sink: "Hurry up and rinse it with cold water." Seeing that he was unmoved: "Do you want me to help you?" I'm an injury. ”

"You still know you're an injury?" Mu Nianxun muttered quietly.

"Huh? What did you say? ”

"Nothing." He shook his head hurriedly and bent down to wash the back of his burned hand. She looked at him quietly, her bright black eyes, even if he was embarrassed now, she couldn't hide his clean temperament.

Covered in oil, Guiyu lay helplessly on the ground, struggling to breathe with its mouth open. Behold, how much like her Xia Yuxun, since her father died, she began to learn how to work hard to live! Li Mingfeng, who once thought that he was the salvation of her gloomy world, was just dazzled by himself in the end, and regarded the mottled light and shadow as the whole sun.

"Let it go!" Xia Yuxun restrained the tension just now and replaced it with a cold and indifferent look in the past.

"What?" Mu Nianxun, who had finished cleaning the back of his hand, hadn't reacted to what was going on, and he was at a loss for her words.

"I said let it go! It's already scarred. also let herself go, her tone was full of exhaustion, I don't know if she was tossed by him so much that she didn't even want to wear armor, or she wanted to let go of her stubbornness in front of him, she really didn't want to pretend anymore at this moment. She had turned off the lights countless times in the middle of the night, squatted on the bed and said to the air, Dad, why did you die? Why did you entrust that woman to me before you died? Why should I take care of her? I'm just a sixteen-year-old! That woman obviously doesn't love you! That woman doesn't love me either! Damn it, I just listen to you. Damn it, even if you're not in this world, I don't want to disappoint you. Who made you the only warm sun in my life? So even if I'm scarred and go to hell, I don't want to go against your will!