Zheng Wenjun was stunned, originally he wanted to teach face-to-face. But what does this woman mean by carrying him now, does she want him to hold her from behind and teach her in such an intimate position?

Xiao Yilan saw that he hadn't made a move for a long time, so he couldn't help but turn his head and say in a reproachful tone: "Hurry up, the group next door is done." "How can this man be so smart sometimes, so stupid sometimes?

Zheng Wenjun didn't understand why he used this position, but he still obediently stepped forward and held her hand from behind, while maintaining a gentleman's distance to teach her. As he got closer, he could smell a sweet apple smell from the woman.

Xiao Yilan's height was just up to his jaw, and he wanted to press it down a little, but reason told him he couldn't. At this distance, he didn't even have to look down to smell her hair. He straightened his mind, tilted his head, and taught her almost face-to-face.

Zheng Wenjun saw her with a happy face, like a child with sugar, and couldn't help but be driven by her: "Are you so happy?" He asked with a smile.

In fact, he was also happy, as if he had completed a major operation himself.

Xiao Yilan stared at the results in front of him and smiled: "That's, it's finally successful!" "You know, for her as a kitchen killer, every success in the kitchen is a great encouragement to her.

"You see how intimate the husbands of the young couple are, they are all taught by hand. Look at you, you will only tell me to work hard. The wife of the next group said dissatisfiedly.

Hearing this, Zheng Wenjun let go of her without a trace, and after teaching, he didn't have any reason to continue to hold her. But on second thought, does this woman often let people teach her like this? Thinking of this, there was an inexplicable anger in my chest.

"How did you come up with the idea of teaching in this way?" He asked as hard as he tried to suppress the strange emotion in his heart.

Xiao Yilan was puzzled by his question: "Huh? If you teach face-to-face, don't you just use the opposite direction, it's not easy to teach! She teaches the children in the center to draw, or holds or lets the child sit on her lap and teach them by hand.

Although she made a lot of sense, Zheng Wenjun still felt a little irritable. Does the fact that she can say it so smoothly means that she often does this kind of thing?

"You do that often?"

Xiao Yilan nodded violently without thinking about it: But isn't it, teaching three classes a day, there are at least seven or eight children who want to sit on her lap.

Zheng Wenjun didn't speak again, turned around and went to wash his hands.

Xiao Yilan felt that his face had changed again. Suddenly thought: Oh, he may have a cleanliness habit, maybe he hugged someone else and was afraid that his little boyfriend would be unhappy. But forget it, he's a good person, and she doesn't care.

"Thank you." She said sweetly to Zheng Wenjun.

Finally, all the ingredients are processed and then put into the pot.

For all those who don't know how to cook, getting out of the pot is the first thing to fear, and cutting vegetables is the second thing to be afraid of!

The same goes for Xiao Yilan.

With the lid in one hand and a shovel in the other, she stood by the stove on alert.

"Hey, if the oil is too hot, your shrimp will burn in a while." Zheng Wenjun opened his mouth to remind her.

Xiao Yilan also knows this truth, but she is afraid, what will she do if she is bombed by oil for a while. Don't look at her usual appearance as a woman, she is very afraid of pain.

Zheng Wenjun took her arm and moved it back, and he stood in front of her: "Shrimp? ”

"Here." Xiao Yilan did not miss any opportunity for people to help cook. I saw Zheng Wenjun getting out of the pot quickly, and his eyebrows were not wrinkled. In this way, she felt a little pity for this talented and good-looking Mr. Zheng.

Zheng Wenjun knew what she was afraid of, and said quite experiencedly: "Things with water will only be played when they are put into the pot, but they will not be printed at the dry point." ”

Xiao Yilan nodded back to him violently, and felt a little more good for this good man in his heart.

Oh, that's a pity!

The two-hour cooking class was finally over, and everyone went home with their own results. Xiao Yilan couldn't wait to show her cooking skills to Yan Xinling as soon as possible.

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