Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 69 Can You Do It?

"Didn't I tell you to be careful!?"

Bo Xinglan's suddenly raised voice rang in his ears, like a thunderbolt.

Misha trembled in fright, and immediately after, his injured hand was grabbed.

Bo Xinglan pressed her fingers to stop the bleeding, then pulled her outside, striding to the living room. .

He scowled, as if he was the one who was hurt.

Seeing that Misha was taken aback for a while.

He frowned, looked around with a look of evil spirits.

Misha quickly stopped him.

"Don't bother, the wound is not deep, it will be fine in a while..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bo Xinglan turned around and gave her a glare.

Misha suddenly became quiet.

Bo Xinglan took a towel and pressed it on her wound.

"Hold on."

Misha obediently took it over and pressed it down.

"Don't move."

Bo Xinglan asked again worriedly, then turned around and took out the medicine box.

Mi Xia quickly said: "Just put a Band-Aid on it."

Bo Xinglan pursed her lips, did not speak, carefully pulled Mi Xia's hand over, and removed the towel.

The wound was really not deep, and the bleeding had stopped in just a short while.

Seeing his solemn expression, Mi Xia couldn't help feeling a little hot on his face.

"It's really not necessary, look, it's not bleeding anymore."

"Don't move!"

Bo Xinglan said in a low voice.

Misha had no choice but to obediently stretch out her hand.

Bo Xinglan frowned tightly, lowered her head, and carefully helped Mi Xia wipe off the blood on her fingers, disinfected, applied medicine, and finally wrapped it with gauze.

The handsome facial features are serious, no matter how you look at it, the man in front of you is too handsome, but...

Misha glanced at his hand wrapped like a rice dumpling.

Why did she only hurt her finger, and why did she have to wrap her whole hand?
And obviously the bleeding has stopped just now, yet she still needs such a thick wrap!
How does she cook then?

How to cook!

Bo Xinglan looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Regarding Misha's doubts, he said, "I'll do it."

Misha thought of the potato he had peeled, and was a little worried that he would blow up the kitchen directly.

Even though this was his home, it would be no loss to her if it was blown up.

"Can you?"

Misha looked worriedly at him holding a spatula in one hand and a pot in the other. He looked like a general about to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and what he was holding was the Yanyue Broadsword!

"How about you help me remove some of the gauze, I can still use my left hand."

"No, I can." Bo Xinglan said in a deep voice.

He put the pan in place and poured oil into it.

Mi Xia was relieved immediately, at least he knew how to drain the oil, maybe Bo Xinglan could really do it...

Then, Misha watched him finish pouring the oil, lifted the beef on the left hand side and threw it in.

"what!"

Misha yelled.

Bo Xinglan turned to look at her.

Misha frowned.

"Actually, you have to wait until the oil is hot before putting it in... Forget it, it's all the same."

as long as you are happy.

The oil in the pot gradually heated up, boom!A drop of water mixed with oil and fried.

Then there were explosions one after another.

Oil stars splashed everywhere.

Misha took a step back in fright and was almost burnt.

Bo Xinglan frowned, and blocked Mi Xia behind her.

"Turn off the fire first! Turn off the fire!" Misha shouted quickly.

Bo Xinglan stretched out his hand and twisted it, the flame jumped up instantly, and with a bang, the whole pot caught fire!
"Ah! Bo Xinglan! It's on fire! It's on fire! Use water!"

"No, no! Cover it with a pot!"

There was a lot of chaos in the kitchen, and there was a sound of pots and pans falling.

(End of this chapter)