Magic cool husband only loves his naughty wife

"You... Are not... Others..." Zhao Yi, whose face turned red with coughing, couldn't hold a word easily.

"Well, I'll help you to bed first, and then I'll find the scald cream. If you know your body is still very weak, don't get out of bed casually. What if you fall and touch the wound? You deserve the pain. " Qin ran was holding him to bed and reading. She never knew she could be so wordy. It was all thanks to him.

"I... cough... Cough..." he coughed as soon as he opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but seeing Qin ran half narrowing his eyes and staring at himself with a gloomy face, he immediately swallowed what he said into his stomach. He didn't want to make her angry.

"You just finished the operation. I know you are in good health and recover quickly, but these days, please lie in bed and have a good rest for me. OK?" Qin ran helped him to bed and lay down, and then said solemnly.

"OK, mayor Qin's order, who dares not follow?" But as soon as she was out of breath, Zhao Yi began to smile.

"Don't do this with me." Seeing his still pale but smiling face, she couldn't get angry even if she wanted to.

"People are very serious about obeying mayor Qin's orders. Don't put on a bad face. Cough... Baby, your porridge seems to be scorched again." Zhao Yi smelled a burning smell from the kitchen and immediately smiled. She had the seed that porridge would be burnt.

"God, isn't it? It's burnt again?" Qin ran roared in frustration when he heard the speech, and quickly turned and rushed to the kitchen. It's a ghost. People cook porridge. She cooks porridge. Why does she always cook porridge? She has been burnt once just now, and this time... It's a ghost. Her life is too good to step into the kitchen, so she can only sit and wait for food.

"How did she cook it?" Although his cooking is also very poor, but obviously compared with her, he is really good. At least he hasn't tried to cook porridge.

"Shit, what's going on? Why is it burning again? " Qin ran, who ran into the kitchen, quickly turned off the gas switch and opened the lid of the pot. She only smelled a burning smell. No matter how good her temper was, she couldn't help swearing.

She didn't believe that she couldn't even cook a pot of porridge. She bit her teeth and decided to carry it with the kitchen. She took the charred Dongdong out of the pot, put the rice into the pot and put some water in it. This time, all the ingredients have been used up. She can only boil water with white rice, adjust the gas fire to the maximum, and then turn back to the room. Unfortunately, it's late now, Or she could call back and ask the servant.

"Mayor Qin, how do you cook porridge?" Seeing her turn back again, Zhao Yi asked with an incredible look on her face.

"Put rice and water into the pot and fire." Qin ran said naturally.

"Have you washed the rice?" Zhao Yi asked with a smile.

"Well, do you want to wash rice?" She threw it directly into the pot, but does washing rice have anything to do with burning?

"How many meters and how much water did you put?" Three black lines had appeared on Zhao Yi's forehead, but he could barely hang a smile on his face.

"Put as much water as you put rice." When she used to drink porridge, it seemed that porridge was almost the same as water.