So he trotted all the way to follow her, but when he arrived at the destination, Zhao Qingyan stopped unexpectedly.

She couldn't avoid it all of a sudden, hit her back directly, and looked at Zhao Qingyan again and again.

I saw Zhao Qingyan's expression outside of the obvious condition, a picturesque smile froze on his face, and he turned to look at her, his lips and teeth trembled slightly, looking a little unbelievable.

She felt that she should be able to understand what Zhao Qingyan meant, so she nodded, smiled understandingly, and withdrew: "Okay, slave maid, let's go get the medicine box, you take a break, I'll come right away." ”

I don't mean to use the medicine kit, don't go...... Zhao Qingyan felt that he was desperate.

looked at the man in front of him with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and tasted tea casually, and then casually looked at her and beckoned.

I knew that he was going to come to find it, and I suddenly felt that it was better to find an excuse to stay in the study to accompany Wen Zichen to study "University"!

However, looking at the way the pothos ran away, Zhao Qingyan was sure that the pothos definitely didn't understand her thoughts.

But when she came, she raised a commercial smirk sadly: "Master Hou, do you have something to do with your concubine?" ”

Not long ago, the two had just talked about reconciliation, and the conversation was not very smooth, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

In fact, she didn't know what kind of attitude she should treat him now, so she simply asked coldly.

"Dinner time."

Wen Qiao looked at the delicate woman with her eyes cut water, and an inexplicable look flashed in her eyes, but she still answered her.

Zhao Qingyan couldn't figure out what this meant, what does dinner time have to do with coming to her? Is it the same as last time?

"I said about the harmony last time, I hope you will think about it seriously, there is no relationship between you and me......" Just for the sake of the last time and separation, Zhao Qingyan slowly spoke.

"Last time, you said that you would take a month's meal for this marquis." Wen Qiao interrupted her directly, there was no special look on her face, but it made people feel frightened inexplicably.

Hearing this, Zhao Qingyan was stunned, and then remembered that it was indeed what he said, and couldn't help but be even more sad, he dug such a big pit for himself?

The two looked at each other, neither of them spoke again, and the atmosphere was a little frozen.

At this moment, Wen Zichen came out of the study, innocent and softly said: "Mother, Erchen is hungry." ”

As soon as these words came out, it alleviated the embarrassment between the two.

Zhao Qingyan pinched Wen Zichen's nose and smiled gently: "Let's go, my mother will ask someone to serve food." ”

The man on the other side looked at the smiling woman, his eyes darkened for a moment, and followed them.

In the back kitchen, Zhao Qingyan was in full swing, and everyone was not surprised by her down-to-earth behavior.

They can see that the young lady is a love for the little master, and she does three meals a day by herself, and there is no frame at all.

The most important thing is that the food made is called a colorful, flavorful, and flavorful!

The people's minds were in a mess, but they suddenly shook their spirits and stared at the kitchen door. The look in his eyes was like a wolf, and it was no surprise that the young lady had come up with a new dish!

The rich aroma spread from the kitchen to the outside, and after a while, it wafted throughout the Zhuangzi.

Zhao Qingyan was a chef in his previous life, and standing in the kitchen at this time, the whole person exudes a unique charm. When it came to his own field of expertise, Zhao Qingyan's entire temperament changed instantly, and it was difficult for people to take their eyes off that focused look.

In front of him was the fried shredded meat, shredded green peppers, carrots, onions, etc., the ingredients were very simple, Zhao Qingyan couldn't wait to command his subordinates to light the pot.

Heat the soybean oil over high heat, Zhao Qingyan grasped the heat and threw the condiment materials into it one by one at the right time. Almost immediately, the temperature difference between the soybean oil and these vegetables collided violently, and with a "zi-" sound, long smoke came out, mixed with a rich aroma.

The spicy taste of green peppers and the pungent taste of onions stimulated everyone's noses, and the originally unbearable smell was mixed together, but it was so ingeniously blended that it suddenly exploded on everyone's sense of smell and gave them a strong blow.

In an instant, the sneezes and swallowing sounds in the Zhuangzi came and went, and the guys stopped what they were doing and turned their heads one by one:

"Miss is ready to eat again."

"What did the young lady do, this is too fragrant."

"The little master has a mouthful."

“……”

Unconsciously, everyone began to slowly walk towards the back kitchen, and even Zhao Qingyan gradually heard the next person muttering over there, although she didn't know what she said.

Zhao Qingyan didn't care, and concentrated on stir-frying the delicacies in the oil pot, and after being moistened by the oil, the vegetables seemed to be more colorful.

Zhao Qingyan just thought of one of the exquisite stir-fried dishes in her previous life, and she didn't expect these people to still make such a fuss, they have been so long and they haven't gotten used to it, but they are so out of shape when they make a new dish.

The pot continued to stir-fry, and the fragrance continued to float outside, and Zhuangzi became lively in an instant, and everyone felt hungry.

The kitchen master prepared the ingredients that Zhao Qingyan wanted, and then began to be busy with lunch in the Zhuangzi.

It's just that when he thinks that other people on weekdays have reacted to his regression in cooking, he can't say that he has a bitterness in his heart. It's not that his cooking skills are poor, it's that the young lady's skills are too good, and since the young lady entered the kitchen, his cooking skills have not been good.

I just begged Miss Zhao to stay a little longer and dye her own food with the fragrance of her stove.

When Zhao Qingyan brought the food over, Wen Qiao was teaching Wen Zichen homework. Two people sat together, quietly, very harmonious.

Although Zhao Qingyan was a little surprised, it was now a meal, so she still clapped her hands and asked the two of them to prepare for dinner.

Thinking that Wen Zichen had suffered from anorexia before and her stomach was not very good, she couldn't help but feel distressed, and it wasn't until the people brought out the hand washing water that the three of them officially sat down.

Six dishes and one soup, no more and no less. The table full of delicacies is not only an olfactory feast, but also a visual feast, especially those carried on white porcelain plates, which are distinctly colored and beautiful. Wen Zichen swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Zhao Qingyan noticed this and couldn't help but be happy. Wen Zichen's anorexia may be getting lighter and lighter under her tutelage until it disappears. Thinking of this, Zhao Qingyan was even happier, and decided to change his tricks to feed Wen Zichen in the future.

Wen Qiao was also quite emotional. It's been a long time since he last ate Zhao Qingyan's food, and it's the smell that makes his index finger move.

A few people chose their favorite one and stuffed it into their mouths, and then as if they had obtained a rare treasure, their eyes widened as if they were glowing.

The appearance of this little hamster suddenly touched Zhao Qingyan's cuteness, she couldn't help but smile, took the chopsticks, put a few pieces of meat in Wen Zichen's bowl, and gently told him: "Eat more, Chen'er, look at your thinness." ”

Wen Zichen had food in his mouth, and he couldn't speak clearly, he just couldn't stop nodding, looking very cute.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingyan took back the chopsticks, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw Wen Qiao's eyes staring at her—the chopsticks in his hand.

Zhao Qingyan: "......" stunned!

With such a hinted action, Zhao Qingyan couldn't figure out what Wen Qiao was thinking, and couldn't hold back the messy thoughts in his heart.