Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Jing Jiaren went downstairs to ask the servant, and sure enough, Ximen Longting didn't eat the already prepared lunch.

She looked at the dishes, they were a little cold, and most of them were her favorite food... She planned to go to the kitchen to make a soup.

Just as he was picking up his apron to tie it on, a cloud of air-conditioning came from behind him.

Jing Jiaren didn't look back: "Are you angry enough?"

"..."

"I know you worry about me, I know how to take care of myself. Besides, I haven't been away for a long time, only 4 hours, right?"

She turned her head and looked at Ximen Longting's gloomy expression.

She clung to him to coax him, but he ignored her, and when she turned around, he ran over again...

This arrogant and sullen scorpion!

"If you're free, help me choose the leaves to order?" Jing Jiaren felt that his tall figure blocked the kitchen door, and he really looked like a door god.

After taking the vegetable basket, she put it aside and beckoned him to help.

Ximen Longting still stood still.

"Didn't you shout to be discharged from the hospital, saying that there are many things you want to do with me? Don't you want to cook with me?"

Ximen Longting frowned: "Aren't you taking me too seriously?"

"I just take you too seriously, and I work on your illness every day. I find prescriptions for you everywhere."

"Why shut down!?"

"Isn't it impolite to answer the phone while talking about business with someone? Have you ever seen someone who will turn on the phone when they go to an interview?"

"Not a property."

"It's a nature... I promise not to be an example."

Ximen Longting didn't speak, and came over to get the vegetable basket with a sulky face, Jing Jiaren slightly curled her lips: "Do you know how to choose vegetables?"

"You think I'm a fool!?"

Jing Jiaren opened the refrigerator, and as soon as she took out the ingredients, she saw Ximen Longting tearing up a basket of vegetables.

The ingredients in Jing Jiaren's hand were quickly snatched away by him.

"Teach me!"

"You want to learn how to cook?" Jing Jiaren was surprised.

Immediately afterwards, the servant heard a startled sound from the kitchen.

"Ximen Longting, how could you put that oil in a plastic bottle..."

The scorching heat of the oil caused the entire plastic bottle to shrink and slump immediately, drooping into a ball.

……

"If you know, you are chopping ribs, but if you don't know, you may think you are making human meat buns..."

Murderous.

The sound of stomping vegetables was deafening, and suddenly the knife went too deep, and the whole knife sank into the cutting board and could not be pulled out.

……

"Wait... you can't add salt yet..."

Jing Jiaren reached out to grab it, but Ximen Longting shook his hand, and half of a box of salt fell down.

……

Jing Jiaren always thought that she graduated from the "Dark Cooking Academy", but she never thought that Ximen Longting was even better.

"Ximen Longting, give up, you really don't have cooking skills. You ruined all the good food!" Jing Jiaren looked at the plates of burnt food.

She was a half-cooked cook, plus Ximen Longting's style of going her own way and not listening to advice...

So there is the result in front of us.

"Come on, have a sip of soup first." Jing Jiaren fed him with a small spoon.

Ximen Longting made room for a drink.

Fortunately, there is always warm soup. During the "Ximen Dragon Ting Fighting Food", she would feed him a sip of soup from time to time to cushion his stomach so as not to have another stomachache.

"Let's stop learning how to cook, okay?" Jing Jiaren asked with a bitter face.

"Not good!" Ximen Longting was very depressed, "You underestimate me?"

"Don't dare..."

"There's nothing I can't learn!"