Sweetheart,Come Back!

Qin Jianan has an Yin to help, and the meal is very fast.

And evening Shu Lan listen to Qin Jian talk about the past, more feel time flies.

I don't know. It's time for dinner.

Six dishes and one soup, two meat and two vegetables.

Every dish looks delicious and delicious.

And with radish flowers carved into flowers and leaves, in the light with a gentle glow, just like warm jade made, very beautiful.

Although Mu Shulan has been traveling with Qin Jian'an for more than ten years, she is actually a very delicate person.

No matter what you do, you like to do well.

Besides, she also has a very good cooking skills.

Qin Jianan knows his wife, so when he cooks, he tries his best to do it well.

He has good Kung Fu and good knife skills. However, he is very busy and can cook a limited number of times. He can't carve such radish flowers.

Don't think it's anyin's craft.

The girl is a delicate person.

Qin Jianan opens the chair for his wife and Mu Shulan sits down.

Evening Shu Lan see her husband's mouth is still holding a trace of not disappeared smile, one eye of an Yin.

It seems that the girl not only fascinated the small, but also conquered the big one.

An Yin sat down after Qin Jian'an sat down.

Qin Jian helped an Yin move the chair and sat down beside her. Together with anyin, he did not rush to move his chopsticks.

Dushulan secretly noticed all the details of an Yin.

The girl grew up in the Qin family and said she was a servant. In fact, her words, deeds and manners were not under the lady of the family.

Qin Jian really raised her very well.

Dushulan heart bitter, she did not raise Qin Jian, but Qin Jian raised this girl very outstanding.

Qin Jian'an sees that dushulan has been looking at an Yin. She is so nervous that she clenches her hands. She quietly takes the chopsticks to dushulan's bowl and says, "try my craft today."

Dushulan does not move chopsticks, and the two small ones can't move chopsticks.

A homely meal will make it the same as the execution site.

Although Mu Shulan doesn't want to see anyin, she doesn't want to destroy the time she spent with her son as a family for the first time.

"The knife is good," he said

Qin Jian'an: "an Yin cut."

Evening Shulan looked at an Yin, the flower is an Yin carved, this dish is naturally she cut.

An Yin on the evening Shulan line of sight, some nervous, afraid that evening Shulan heard that she cut, no longer eat.

Dushulan took back her sight and put the dish into her mouth. "It tastes very good. You shouldn't say it. It's an Yin fried."

"It's my fried, of course." Qin Jian'an smiles, and then puts vegetables for his wife. He looks at Qin Jian and an Yin, "eat them all. It's not good if it's cold."

Anyin breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Jian also brought some vegetables to anyin, and anyin also took some dry fried beef to Qin Jian's bowl, "you like to eat."

"You tell my dad, I like this?" The practice of shredded beef is the same as anyin usually does. If it is not stir fried by anyin, she naturally told her father the method.

"Well."

Qin Jianan looks at the two young men and smiles.

He and his wife were not in Seoul for more than ten years. Anyin took good care of Qin Jian. Thanks to her presence, Qin Jian was not so lonely.

Brought some vegetables to anyin.

An Yin is shocked and looks up at Qin Jian'an.

"Eat more." Qin Jian'an smiles at her.

"Thank you." An Yin's heart is warm. Before lowering her head, she peeks at the evening Shu Lan.

Dushulan is looking at her, although the light face, but there is no unhappy look.