Qing Qian had never been with such a straightforward, even rude woman. In the kitchen, Qingguang doesn't need to help at all, just use quiet listening to speak.

Dressed in coarse cloth clothes, he speaks with a big grin, but some insights are not bad. Ling Qingqian felt in a trance that she was actually a young lady from a noble background. However, her movements on the stove are extremely skillful, and this kind of skillfulness can only be seen in the old mother in the kitchen at home.

Although Su is lively and frizzy, he is not curious about everything. The content of the conversation with Qing Qian is also limited to the matter of kitchen flowers and plants, which makes Qing Qian feel comfortable. Qingqian is not good at cooking, and after washing the dishes, he helps to add firewood under the stove. She wore a long, light-colored skirt with a light sweater jacket. Su saw her sit under the stove without the slightest hesitation to collect firewood to add fire, and she couldn't help but smile on her face.

There is a small window next to the stove, and you can look up slightly to see the situation in the courtyard. Under the grape trellis, He Shiyi and Shu Shenxin sat opposite each other, and the chess game was in full swing on the stone slab square table. He sat under the grape trellis, and the shelves were full of purple. He was wearing a brocade robe today, which was already a very light color, and the sun was shining, and the surface of Qin's robe was also shining with bright colors. Qing Qian only glanced at it and didn't dare to look at it again.

"Poof." On the stove, Su saw Qingqian's appearance, and thought it was the childlike relationship between Qingqian and He Shiyi, and couldn't help laughing.

Qingqian's face was hot when he heard Su's laughter.

"Don't look at their current looks, they used to be! Wild! Su neatly took out the fried vegetables from the pot: "Do you know how to cut tofu?" ”

"Yes." Qing Qian was still thinking about He wet clothes just now, how could they be wild? Su threw another question. When he was at home, Qingqian would also go to the kitchen to watch his mother cook and use a kitchen knife.

"Wet clothes like boiled tofu the most, and this last dish will be handed over to you." Su Bian said, already tying the apron to the shallow waist.

"Ah......" Qing Qian didn't have time to say anything, and Su had already run out of the kitchen.

Qing Qian stood in front of the stove for a while, carefully recalling the process of cooking for the old mother at home. Take the tofu out of the white porcelain bowl and place it on the cutting board. The delicate tofu seems to crumble if you are not careful. Qing Qian calmed down, picked up the kitchen knife, and smiled slightly.

Boiled tofu!

"Listen to Su saying you're cooking?" is shallow and serious, and a voice comes from the cold.

Raising his head, He Shiyi was standing by the kitchen door.

"I ...... No. "Looking at the crushed tofu of different sizes on the board, I only feel that the roots of my ears are red. After just one glance at He Shiyi, he lowered his head, his long hair covering his face.

"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you." He Shiyi approached and took the kitchen knife. Press your slender fingers on the tofu and cut it into pieces.

Qingqian stood aside, quietly watching He Shiyi's skillful chopping of onions and garlic. In the courtyard, the sound of Su frolicking came. The little yellow dog ran to the kitchen door and crouched there wagging his tail. A ray of sunlight shines through the threshold of the kitchen and onto the floor of the room. In the air, the thick aroma of vegetables wafted away. Time passes like the tail of a little yellow dog, gently and slowly......

"Pour the fish into the pot." He Shiyi's voice interrupted Qing Qian's thoughts.

"Oh." Qing Qian hurriedly poured the fish in the porcelain plate into the pot, the water in the pot boiled, the tender fish meat was poured into the pot, and the skin was quickly scalded.

Qing Qian looked at the layer of white cooked fish and thought of his father, and a bitterness instantly surged in his heart. The mist from the steamed fish soup sprayed on his face, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, so he hurriedly skimmed his face.

He Shiyi was adding firewood under the stove, and he glanced at it, and there was a moment of stalemate in the hand holding the firewood. After only a while, he raised his head with a smile on his face: "It's time to make tofu." ”