Diamond Wedding: Exclusive possession of mystery wife

"No peeking, go to the living room."

She pointed in the direction of the living room through the door, waiting for him to go away.

Quan Jingwu's eyes were deep, his eyebrows and corners of his eyes were dyed with a shallow smile, and walked to the living room according to her meaning.

Jian Qing watched him go away, and then turned around and began to do it.

With the memory of a long time ago, she took out a few eggs from the refrigerator, then took a large bowl and began to knock the eggs.

Touch.

The cold liquid flows out with the egg yolk and falls steadily into the big bowl, but there is a lost eggshell floating on the egg yolk.

The corners of Jian Qing's mouth trembled, and Yu Guang peeked outside for fear that Quan Jingwu might bump into this humiliating scene.

Is it because I haven't been in the kitchen for too long, and my skills of knocking eggs have degenerated?

She shook her head and went on beating the eggs.

Outside, Quan Jingwu received a phone call from Shen Hao and noticed that there was nothing unusual in the kitchen. He was relieved to talk to Shen Hao.

With a splash of oil, Jane Qing stepped back, took the pot cover in front of her with one hand, and poured all the egg liquid in the big bowl into the pot with the other hand.

Now, the oil in the pot splashed even worse.

Jian Qing's pupils contracted slightly. Yu Guang saw the water cup next to her and hesitated. She saw that the oil stains splashed everywhere. She was cruel. She took the water cup and poured more than half of the water in.

However, when the water meets the hot oil, there is only one consequence left. The hot oil splashes out even more.

Hiss.

Jane Qing pulled from the corner of her eye and the hot oil splashed on her hand. She frowned and stepped back quickly. Her backhand touched the plate intended to contain eggs. The expensive plate fell to the ground in an instant and became a pile of fragments.

"Bang -"

In the living room, Quan Jingwu heard something, hung up the phone and ran into the kitchen.

"Good treasure!"

He opened the glass door and a choking smell of oil smoke floated over.

"Xiaojing!"

Jane Qing squatted on the ground to pick up the broken dishes and looked up at the man who broke in. Her eyes were very innocent.

Quan Jingwu bypassed the broken plate on the ground and stretched out his hand to pull her up: "stay nearby and don't move."

Jane Qing stuck out her tongue and consciously stood aside without making trouble.

Quan Jingwu turned around and saw the greasy pot splashing constantly. He immediately took the pot cover and closed the fire by the way.

Ge Di, the sound of hot oil splashing gradually weakened.

Jane was relieved and was about to walk over. The man's voice rang out and told her to stop.

"Daughter in law, did you just plan to fry the kitchen?"

Jane coughed a few times, and a bit of embarrassment flashed across her eyes: "well, I didn't mean to. I haven't cooked for too long. I'm a little rusty. I promise I won't do it next time."

Quan Jingwu chuckled. If she was willing, he wouldn't give her another time. It doesn't matter if he burned the kitchen. If she hurt herself, he hurts.

"Would you like to tell me what you just did, huh?" scrambled an egg and half a pot of oil. It's really a compliment.

"I heard that scrambled eggs need more oil, so I poured a little more oil. As soon as the oil poured down, I don't know why, the oil kept splashing out." Jian Qing looked at him with doubts in his eyes and seriously asked him for advice: "Xiaojing, do you think it's the reason for the fire?"

She was annoyed to know that she should have made a small fire.

Quan Jingwu glanced at the newly opened oil bottle and lost more than half of the oil. He couldn't help thinking that Mo Xiao poured more than half of the bottle of detergent when he washed the dishes for the first time.

Can this kind of thing be inherited?

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, holding a smile at the corners of his mouth: "good treasure, what else did you do?"

"I saw that the oil splashed too much, so I poured some water in," she said truthfully.

Now, Quan Jingwu finally knew what the problem was. He turned his eyes and looked at the greasy light all over the blackened wall. The smile at the corners of his mouth was very helpless.

"Let me see my eggs." Jane Qing wondered whether the eggs in the pot were cooked. She just glanced at them. They were golden. Should they succeed this time?

She lifted the lid of the pot and was embarrassed when she saw what was inside.

A flock of crows flew overhead.

Quan Jingwu stood behind her and glanced at the lump of "eggs" in the pot.

If he didn't say it was an egg, I'm afraid he couldn't imagine that the prototype of the black unidentified object was an egg.

In the bubbling oil pan, a lump of black and scorched unidentified objects floated, and a burning smell choked my nose.

"Darling, are you going to murder your husband?" he joked.

Jane put back the lid of the pot to hide the evidence of her shame.

It's a big loss of face.

"Xiaojing, would you believe me if I said that the eggs I just beat had gone bad and passed the preservation period?" she said weakly.

Quan Jingwu looked at her and smiled, "what do you say?"

"Well, I'm not good at cooking." Jane Qing lowered her head and sincerely admitted her mistake.

"Darling, I can suddenly understand what you mean when you say that dogs don't eat." he deliberately teased her and joked.

This lump is said to be an "egg". I'm afraid it will cause food poisoning.

Jane stared at him, "get out."

"Is there any scald?" after joking, Quan Jingwu looked at her. The oil splashed so badly that it would inevitably be splashed.

"No." Jane Qing shook her head.

The voice fell, and the man's big cold hand came over and held her wrist.

Under the light, two blisters were splashed on the back of the plain white hand, red and dazzling.

Quan Jingwu frowned: "I haven't said yet. My hands are blistering."

Jane Qing didn't think so. The word "nothing" touched his sight and immediately silenced

Quan Jingwu took her hand and turned on the tap. The cold water washed her hand, and the blister burning pain gradually disappeared.

When she raised her head, she saw the man's well-defined jaw line, and his sexy thin lips pressed a cold arc, which seemed to be a little annoyed.

"Xiaojing, are you angry?" she leaned against his arms and asked softly.

Quan Jingwu said nothing, turned off the tap, took a paper towel to wipe her hands, lowered her head, and gently blew on the two blisters with her thin lips.

Under the soft light, the man bowed his head, and the thick ink eyelashes cast a faint green shadow under the eyelids.

Jane Qing looked at him with drooping eyes, and her ruddy lips pulled out a smile.

"Xiaojing, are you really angry with me?"

Quan Jingwu gently held her hand and raised his head. "I'm not angry with you. I blame me for letting you into the kitchen. I'll cook in the future."

"What am I responsible for?" she asked with a smile and a crooked head.

"Responsible for being fed by me."

Jane Qing patted him, "I don't want to be a pig."

"Go, take the medicine." the cold Su on Quan Jingwu's face couldn't hold, and he pulled his lips and smiled.