My wife is very drunk

Chapter 490 The finger was cut
I haven't cooked for many years, so picking up a kitchen knife feels a bit wrong to the hand.

Drunk Ai Ai changed clothes upstairs and came down.

She was a little surprised to hear that Wei Xiao really went to the kitchen to cook.

She walked slowly towards the kitchen.

The kitchen in the castle is very large. This kitchen alone covers an area of ​​more than a hundred square meters. All kinds of high-end cooking utensils and kitchen utensils reflect the light of metal.

Drunk Ai Ai saw Wei Xiao at a glance.

He was standing in front of the desk, cutting something with a knife.

He was wearing a white chef's professional uniform and a tall chef's hat. With slightly drooping eyebrows and eyes, he was staring at the ingredients on the table. His tightly pursed thin lips showed that he was highly focused and focused at the moment.

I used to know that this man had a face that charmed all sentient beings, but now, such a concentrated side face, showing incomparable concentration and seriousness, is impressive.

And beside him, there were several chefs standing beside him, guiding Wei Xiao to lead the battle.

Drunk Ai Ai let out a light snort for no reason.

Wei Xiao, who was concentrating on cutting the slices, trembled.

He hadn't used a knife for many years, and when he heard her sneer, he panicked, and the index finger of his right hand quickly made a gash.

"Mr. Wei..." A group of people waiting beside them uttered anxiously.

Wei Xiao looked at the blood dripping from his finger, and seemed to realize that his finger was cut.

But a little injury, he doesn't care.

He just turned his eyes slightly, looking at the drunk Ai Ai at the door of the kitchen.

Drunk Ai Ai shrugged her shoulders and backed away meaninglessly.

A faint sadness rippled through Wei Xiao's heart.

Does she think he can't see everything about him?

"Mr. Wei, don't panic, I'll get someone to bring you the medicine box right away." Guan Jia immediately took the internal phone and was about to call.

Wei Xiao waved his hand, tore off the chef's hat on his head, pinched his cut finger, and walked out.

Zui Ai Ai was standing in the aisle, looking at the huge oil painting.

This is a painting of oiled noodles from the Middle Ages. A blue girl is walking safely on the road full of flower paths, with a serene expression.

Looking at the girl's plump and smooth forehead, Zui Ai Ai chuckled lightly, as expected, it's nice to be simple and carefree.

"I cut my finger." Wei Xiao walked to her side unhurriedly with his slender legs.

"Oh? What's none of my business?" Zui Ai raised her eyebrows, as if she was staying out of the matter.

"Don't forget, you are my wife, you should care about me." Wei Xiao replied in a deep voice.

"Oh." Zui Aiai imitated his previous expression, raised his eyebrows, and then shouted loudly: "Guan Jia, Wei Xiao's hand was cut, go and ask someone to bring the medicine box to stop the bleeding. "

This is clearly still an attitude of indifference and staying out of the matter.

This made Wei Xiao very upset.

He approached two steps, supported the wall with one hand, and imprisoned drunk Ai Ai between the wall and his chest unconsciously.

"Ai Ai..." He called her in a hoarse voice.

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"Ai Ai..." He yelled again, his voice softer than before.

Zui Ai raised her head and looked at him with some confusion.

This innocent look set Wei Xiao on fire.

He quickly lowered his head and kissed drunk Ai Ai on the lips.

Zui Ai Ai never expected, he called himself twice, just to kiss him.

When she reacted, Wei Xiao had already smirked, with a look of successful sneak attack: "Ai Ai, you can't blame me, who made you look at me like this, it's clearly inviting me to kiss you."

　Please pay attention to the author when you are reading the book.In this way, even if the title of my book is changed, the introduction is changed, and the cover is changed, everyone can still find this book.

　　
　
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