When Mu Qing found that the person who walked in turned out to be Fei Yanchen, the food in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Fei Yanchen bent down to pick up the vegetables on the ground and put them in the vegetable sink.

"Mr. Fei, no, I'll come!" Mu Qing hurriedly said.

"Mom, let Mr. Fei help, he also has to eat, of course, he has to do it." Mu Yihan stood outside and replied.

Muqing is really a good son who obeys her.

Fei Yanchen glanced at Mu Qing, and had no intention of going out.

He didn't speak, and the atmosphere was so depressing.

Muqing could see that he was not in a very good mood. It must have been brought by Xiao Han. It's really embarrassing for him to go grocery shopping.

Mu Qing didn't dare to drive him out, glanced at the expensive white shirt on his body, and took off the apron on the side, "Mr. Fei, can you tie an apron?" ”

Fei Yanchen raised his hands and stood there.

Mu Qing looked at his posture, and he should have asked her to help tie it.

She stepped forward with her apron and stood on tiptoe to barely put it on him.

Suddenly, he bent down violently, and the distance between the two suddenly approached!

Mu Qing's heart tightened suddenly.

The tips of their noses are about to touch.

"Mr. Fei, it's okay." Mu Qing reminded in a whisper.

Fei Yanchen straightened up, and Muqing quickly walked behind him to tie his apron.

Wearing an apron, she felt like her heart couldn't stand it.

"How can I help?" Fei Yanchen looked at this pile of dishes and didn't know where to start.

In fact, he didn't need his help, but Mu Qing didn't dare to say it.

"Is it chicken soup or stir-fry?" She asked.

"Stir-fry."

"That's going to chop up the chicken."

"How?"

Mu Qing put the small apron she bought for Mu Yihan on herself, washed the chicken, put it on the board, picked up the knife and was about to chop, and her wrist was held.

"I'll come."

Mu Qing was about to get out of the way, but suddenly felt a heat behind him, and the whole person fell into Fei Yanchen's arms. His arms were so long, around her, holding a knife, ready to chop the chicken.

"Is that so?"

Muqing was no longer able to think, and the speed of his heartbeat had exceeded the normal load.

Fei Yanchen suddenly raised his hand and slashed at the chicken.

Mu Qing was startled, and subconsciously shrank into his arms.

Fei Yanchen looked at her, so timid? It seems that there are routines on the Internet that are specifically aimed at timid girls.

"Isn't that how you chopped it?" Fei Yanchen asked.

Mu Qing shook his head, picked up the chicken, and pointed to the chicken breast: "Chop it from the middle first." ”

Fei Yanchen chopped the chicken in half as she said.

"Chop it into small pieces, about the same size." Muqing continued to instruct.

Fei Yanchen carried the knife and chopped it off piece by piece.

The chicken nuggets on the board are evenly sized and look really comfortable.

After chopping the chicken, Fei Yanchen put the knife aside. But he hadn't hugged enough yet, and he didn't want to let go.

"Do you want to chop the meat?"

"The meat has to be cut." Mu Qing replied softly.

"How to cut?"

"This is tenderloin, you can make sweet and sour tenderloin, cut into slices."

Fei Yanchen took out the meat, washed it, and began to slice it.

Mu Qing looked at it stunned, and the cut was also neat, the size was the same.

"What else to do?"

"Wash your hands first." Mu Qing felt that his back was sweating, and his brain was hot and messy.

Fei Yanchen glanced down at her.

Her ears were red, her neck was red, and there was a fine bead of sweat on her forehead. The small face looks like a flower that has just opened.

It looks like I'm shy.

Don't be stingy with your strengths, if you feel like you're leaving. That's right.

The online love guide still seems to be useful.

At the very least, it is much more reliable than Rong Ji and Chen Kai!