Cheng Haoxuan bowed his head gently and said, "Yaoyao." He took her hand, took her hand off the kitchen knife, closed it in front of his abdomen, and hugged her, "You know, we will be together for a long, long time, I hope that after we get married, I go to work every day, raise you, and when I come home, I can see you cooking and waiting for me." ”

At this, he shook her body slightly, and his tone carried a vision for the future.

"When you're not at work, I'll cook with you, and then I'll watch you from the sidelines, if you're nervous all the time, what can you do?" He chuckled softly.

The corners of Cheng Yao's mouth also brought a sweet smile, and said, "So, do you want to start cultivating me now, so that I can slowly not be nervous?" ”

"Little things are smart!" Cheng Haoxuan followed her teasing words and said.

Cheng Yao grinned and didn't speak. Cheng Haoxuan didn't speak, he understood what Cheng Yao was thinking, and after half a ring, he asked her, "When did you learn to do this?" ”

"Hmm...... I heard my dad say that when I was very young, my parents hadn't left work that afternoon, and I stayed at home, so hungry, so I figured out how to make a pot of rice in a pressure cooker. Cheng Yao talked about the interesting story when he was a child, and he also had a smile on his face, "I didn't know at that time, I thought that I needed a bowl of rice to make a bowl of rice, so I made a bowl full of rice, and then put it in the pressure cooker, and the result was ......" Before she finished speaking, she laughed embarrassedly.

Cheng Haoxuan also hooked his lips and asked her, "As a result, a big pot was cooked?" ”

"That's right. However, my dad was scared of me, because my dad said that I was only that old, and no one was as tall as the stove, so what if I fell or accidentally got smashed. ”

When Cheng Haoxuan heard her say this, he couldn't help but get nervous.

"Moreover, my dad is still afraid that I won't get the pressure cooker right, what will happen if it is fried." Sensing his nervousness, Cheng Yao turned his head and smiled lightly at him, "Fortunately, I did a good job, but later, my mother often asked me to cook, and at that time she didn't start asking me to cook." ”

"Then you learned to cook later, didn't it work hard?" As he spoke, his fingers rubbing gently over her hand.

"It's okay, it's not hard."

"But I think you're hard." He said. When I don't know, have you been injured many times because of cooking, have you ever been burned, have you been frustrated several times because you can't make good food?

Cheng Haoxuan remembered that day, during the thanksgiving banquet, they went to toast, and when toasting with the English teacher Teacher Ye, Cheng Yao saw several red dots on Teacher Ye's wrist, Cheng Yao asked if it was hot from cooking, Teacher Ye didn't expect Cheng Yao to say it immediately, and Teacher Hong on the side smiled and said that Cheng Yao was an experienced person at first glance.

Thinking about it, Cheng Haoxuan couldn't help but feel distressed, he had experience, how many times did he have to be burned to have such an experience?

"In the future, I will learn how to cook so that you don't have to get hurt."

Listening to his words, Cheng Yao smiled gently, interlocked his fingers with his hand, stared with his eyes, and said, "But I want to do this for you, I just think it's very happy to see you eat the dishes I cook." ”

"Little fool." He put his head around her neck and hugged her tightly.

The afterglow of the setting sun is reflected in the kitchen, and the room is quiet.

(33: So...... Have you forgotten the burning stove and the pot waiting for the dishes? ）