The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

He Qing was happy at first, because when he applied to his brother-in-law, the whole person felt like a happy bird flying lightly. Of course, the heavy ankle soon made him unable to fly.

Standing downstairs in the bedroom, looking at the long, long stairs, He Qing fell into contemplation.

"Qing, what are you doing, how can you lift a foot?"

The voice of the boss came from behind. He Qing's eyes lit up, and he turned around quickly, staring at him staring brightly, "Brother, do me a favor!"

Ten minutes later, the brothers in the bedroom were playing games, and he was shocked to see He Qing being limped in.

"What's wrong with this? Was it beaten?"

Another roommate also came up with concern, looked at the white gauze on the slender ankle of the teenager, and guessed, "Could it be that the girl you like this time has a boyfriend?"

"No."

Seeing that he had finally reached his site, the boy sat on the edge of the bed with his buttocks, and grinned at his tormented ankles.

"Go jogging in the morning and give your feet back."

"So miserable?"

After the brothers in the bedroom expressed their shock and silence, they continued to play the game.

The teenager sat on the edge of the bed, watching the boss tidying up, clearing his throat, and yelling, "Brother."

"Huh? What are you doing? Want to go to the bathroom?" The hard-working Northeastern man grabbed the rag and turned back, "Want me to help you?"

"No, it's not." He Qing waved his hands again and again and gave him a flattering smile. "I remember you said that you would cook?"

"Yes, when I was at home, I used to cook and praised how delicious I was."

He Qing's eyes were brighter when he heard the last sentence. He looked at the man with tendons and muscles opposite him, and his eyes were full of prayers, "Brother, teach me how to cook."

"Ah You?"

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The boss of the bedroom is called Li Wang. It seems a very common name, but it can be called a decathlon.

He Qing repaired the water pipes and looked at the line. He Qing came to the bedroom on the first day and he changed the bedboard. He was repaired by him. The height of the northeast man is 180 upwards. The most passionate thing is to study, exercise the tendon, and have a face. Can scare crying children.

Such a person who does not seem to get along very well is actually a very good old man who speaks very well. Naturally, He Qing, who looks like a child and can arouse the desire to protect, is naturally very loyal.

As soon as he was begged, Li Wang couldn't stand it. He had to follow the limp boy to the school cafeteria.

It's getting late now, and it's not time to cook. As the saying goes, having money can make ghosts grind, He Qing gave money, and naturally got the right to use pots and pans.

Under the light, Li Wang's arm muscles bulged, flying with a shovel in his hand, the hot oil stains were stimulated by the vegetables, and all flew out, but he was not afraid, as if he did not see half, and kept rolling the shovel in his hand. .

"In fact, cooking is very simple. Just shovel it. Look at the color of this dish. Wait for him... A Qing?"

Li Wang looked around confused, didn't He Qing just stand beside him?

The young boy showed a small face of Bai Shengsheng from the side of the wall with horrified expression, and a pair of wandering eyes looked at the cauldron carefully without blinking.

"Brother..." Looking at the more noticeable oil stains under the light, He Qing swallowed and asked cautiously, "Is this pot a bit large? I watch TV, other people use small pots for cooking. "

"Big is normal." Li Wang's men kept moving and took a time to smile at He Qing. "The pans in the canteen are like this, otherwise they will use a small pan for cooking, and when will they get enough for the whole school? ."

Makes sense...

But looking at the cauldron, the young man was stunned.

He always felt that such a big pot could swallow his whole person, and, just when He Qing saw it, so much oil was spilled out, if it splashed into his eyes...

The boy was shuddered by the scene he had imagined. When he saw that Li Wang had started to put on the plate, he walked out carefully.

"Should I buy a small pot? This pot is too big."

"Don't you forget to use high-powered electricity in the bedroom?" Li Wang held the plate, picked a dish with chopsticks in his right hand, tasted it, and nodded with satisfaction.

He Qing took a sip and it tasted good, but looking at the cauldron that could put his whole person in, he fell into pain again.

Where can I cook in a small pot?

"Now only the cafeteria and the teacher's building can cook food." Li Wang eats the food he has fried, and the more he eats, the more fragrant.

"Isn't there a building that caught fire last year? The school is now watching seriously."

"Teacher Building..."

He Qing chewed delicious dishes, his eyes brightened a little.

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Zuo Feng just saw a student who was depressed and unhappy because the person he liked liked others. After some persuasion, he took off his coat and went upstairs.

He really didn't understand these behaviors that were to die or live for love, but it did not prevent him from reasonably using the knowledge in the book to complete his work.

Rubbing his eyebrows, he was thinking about going out for a run at night. The man frowned, and saw a teenager squatting at the door of his room like a bunny rabbit.

He Qing rubbed his eyes when he heard footsteps. He looked up and yawned in distress. When he yawned halfway to see who was coming, he immediately closed his mouth and stared at his man with a pensive look. He smiled obediently, shyly and shyly.

"Brother, you are back."

However, Zuo Feng has not eaten his suit. The miserable and miserable appearance of yesterday was so similar. As soon as he heard the satisfactory answer, he immediately changed his face.

Zuo Feng only hated that he didn't focus on when he applied medicine to him yesterday. Now he is being played by a child, where does the face on his face go.

Seeing the man blankly holding the key to open the door, the teenager stood up quickly, staring at the door open, before he could enter Zuo Feng, he rushed in.

Zuo Feng: "..."

He walked in gloomy eyes, but saw the teenager sitting on the sofa, patting on the side very familiarly, "Brother, you don't need to greet me, come sit."

The man looked down at the teenager with his eyes low.

He looked thin and small, with a flattering smile on his face, but he looked good. This smile, which may cause distaste on other people's faces, fell on this white and tender face, and it looked a little cute.

Rao Shi Zuo Feng also remembered hating He Qing for deceiving himself yesterday, and now seeing his obedient look, his anger dropped slightly.

"What are you doing here." Thinking like this, the expression on the man's face was not relaxed. Although he looked beautiful, he was not like a girl at all. , He Qing was shocked in his heart.

This brother-in-law...why doesn't seem to be as pleased as yesterday...

With a fearful thought, the expression on He Qing's face also became more cautious. He dared not sit down anymore, raised his little **** and stood up, looking timidly at the man who looked like he was angry.

"I want to borrow your room..." Seeing the man's eyes calm and silent, the teenager quickly stressed, "I don't borrow in vain, how about charging by the hour?"

Zuo Feng looked at the young man in a weak mood, his tone calm, "Do you think I am short of money?"

"No no!"

He Qing reflexively waved his hand and answered carefully, looking at the man carefully. "We don't allow wok in our bedroom, so I thought..."

"You just want to use it in my room?"

Looking at the man's mysterious and unpredictable look, he couldn't see any expression on his face, He Qing screamed in his heart and regretted his intestines.

He was originally thinking of taking the opportunity to have a good relationship with his future uncle, but he never thought that this person would be so vengeful.

And most importantly, the man in front of him looks really cruel.

Thinking of the fact that he once said that Bai Shengsheng's bones were fought in high school fights, He Qing's face was white, not only regretting, but also terrified.

How could he be so stupid, such a dangerous man, who was too late to run, and sent him to the door automatically.

But... Xuexue is really super nice...

Zuo Feng lowered his eyes and watched the teenager's expression change several times. The struggling little figure seemed to be sitting in a life-and-death choice. The last displeasure in his heart disappeared completely without a trace.

He has always been a man who doesn't like to have contact with outsiders, but he doesn't know why. Every time he sees He Qing with a face in front of him, he feels a little happy in his heart.

He Qing had no idea what the man was thinking. From his point of view, he could only see his slightly light-colored eyes looking at himself, full of coldness and ruthlessness.

Oh no!

Stealing chickens is not an eclipse, this time it really fell.

The brain spun quickly, while He Qing moved his steps carefully, and the crisp and nice voice was very guilty.

"Well, if you don't want to, then forget it. I'll go first. See you later."

Why does this person look so terrible, or go first!

"Wait."

Behind him, the man's magnetic voice shouted at him coolly.

The teenager stiffened, and only felt one hand grabbing his neck easily, turning him around like a small animal.

"I agree, there are tools here, you do it, I will watch here."

He Qing, who made preparations for crookedness before coming, decided to slip away: "..."

He looked at the man’s face, and he wasn’t sure whether the man was talking back, or had any conspiracy, barely squeezing a smile, pleased, "No, no, I thought about it, or it’s too much trouble for you, actually It’s good for me to go to the cafeteria."

"It's okay, I'm not in trouble."

The more he wanted to evade, the more Zuo Feng wanted to keep people. He let go of his hands and lay down on the sofa very leisurely, raising his eyebrows. "

The young man suddenly realized as if he had broken through the second pulse of Ren Du.

No wonder he suddenly changed his attitude. His feelings were to let him do free labor.

This man's scheming is really unfathomable.

Thinking darkly, He Qing didn't dare to go, so he had to look around and look for the ingredients.

Seeing him looking around like a bunny, Zuo Feng resisted the corner of his mouth that he wanted to raise, and pointed to the left, "The kitchen is there, everything is complete, you can use it."

He wants to see what this kid can do!

Heard reminded the man, He Qing looked up and found that there was actually a room in it. At first glance, this teacher's bedroom was too advanced!

How much did this guy put in the school to get such a good treatment?

With a gossip in his heart, the teenager went to the kitchen with vigour.

Zuo Feng sat on the sofa and looked inadvertently. He saw the teenager carefully pouring the vegetables into the pot, and he was afraid to hide far away. When the oil was gone, he dared to go carefully and shovel in his hand. Skillful tumbling, the smile on the corner of the mouth grew bigger and bigger.

He drew back his gaze, and slender fingers tapped on the phone a few times, "Hey, Xuexue, come to eat at noon with a free chef."

Not long after finishing the call, the left front who had been paying attention to the kitchen saw He Qing pouring water into it.

A mushy smell ran down the gap in the kitchen into the living room, and left front could no longer continue to watch the excitement. He stood up and wanted to see what the little master did.

When I went to the kitchen to take a look, it turned out that the dishes were already mushy.

If you take a closer look, just fry a vegetable, and open the biggest fire, it’s no wonder that it’s not confusing.

He Qing was sprinkling salt nervously, as if to count the number one by one, carefully and carefully.

"When you sprinkle salt like this, when will you get it?"

Hearing the sound from behind, the attentive teenager shook his body, glaring at the round apricot eyes and turned his head.

The voice was trembling, like a little milk cat that only needs milk to drink. "There are no spoons I would use..."

He studied with Li Wang for one night, and consciously remembered all the steps in his mind. Although he did not dare to get started, the effect of getting started must be great.

As a result, He Qing was dumbfounded when he first came to the kitchen.

First, the small pot actually splashed oil, and then I didn’t know why the dish became dark and dipped in the bottom of the pot. When I needed to put salt, I found that there was no small spoon to measure here. He Qing had no choice. Carefully pour it in.

His voice was too pitiful, and with the grievances on that small face, he almost made Zuo Feng forget that he came in to see his joke.

Forcing myself to think of how this man was yelling in front of him yesterday. The man leaned leisurely on the wall, his expression faintly, "by feeling."

feel?

The young man's expression was ignorant, and he looked down at the dark, blistering green vegetables in the pan, shaking his hand, and the white salt grains fell into it.

The left eye twitched and almost couldn't hold his face.

This kid is really a genius, really.

If you really let him be with his sister, he would be either mad at this boy or poisoned by the dishes he made.

Looking at the young man who puts MSG in it, Zuo Feng is more determined to make He Qing give up on Zuo Xue's heart.

Fortunately, what Zuo Xue has always liked is the man in the kitchen under the hall. After a while, she came to see He Qing. Even if he had a good impression of three points because of his good looks, he would definitely lose everything. .

Thinking of his plan to be carried out immediately, the man's mouth twitched, and he smiled proudly.

Before he could laugh for three seconds, the teenager who was fighting the wok screamed, holding his hand back and stepped on the left foot.

Originally he was burnt his hands, and now he is not well balanced. The young man's body crooked and the whole person fell on the man.

Zuo Feng was originally leaning against the wall. The sudden weight left him without even a supporting point in his hands, and fell to the ground with the teenager directly in a panic.

He Qing is up, Zuo Feng is down.

It was not a second since the two men squinted, and the teenager's tears came down.

"pain--"

Zuo Feng was pressed to the ground by him. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't help himself, so he looked at He Qing, who was crying and lying on his body. "You get up first, where does it hurt, I will show you. "

"My hands hurt, my feet hurt."

Where has He Qingchang been so grieved, even if he was broken up before, it is at most water splashed.

Now, in order to catch up with Zuo Xue, he got a foot kick and was scalded on his hand, and his fragile careful liver was hurt. This emotion can't stand up now.

He was humming and crying, so miserable, Zuo Feng could only listen to him crying with a black face, crying and asked, "Can I buy the best food for her every day? Why do I have to make it myself and want it again?" It’s not a waste of resources to buy vegetables and oil, salt and vinegar.

Zuo Feng: "..." Why did he feel as if he said something reasonable?

No, it's not right. I was led by this person. Isn't the focus now on--

"You come down from me first."

Listening to the man's deep voice, He Qing felt even more wronged, but he didn't dare to really face this person. He had to deflate his mouth and whispered, "Oh..."

His hand was propped up and he was about to get up, and there was a big bubble in the place where he was burnt, which just touched the ground.

"what--"

He Qing subconsciously screamed, and fell back on the man in embarrassment.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

Listening to his grievances with a crying voice, Zuo Feng was helpless, and the magnetic voice asked, "Aren't you saying that you are not afraid of pain?"

The person above cried, then immediately louder, and choked with a choking answer, "I, I lied to you, I am most afraid of pain and whine..."

He has a dead face, and Zuo Feng can treat him coldly.

He admonishes and waves, and Zuo Feng can treat him coldly.

But now this man is crying like a child, the key is still crying on him, the man's cold face can't be put out.

Helpless, he had to coax along He Qing, "Don't cry, hurry up, I'll give you medicine."

"I can't get up, my hands hurt, my feet hurt..."

Listening to the miserable choking noise of the teenager above, the man even felt a little guilty.

If he hadn't let He Qing's joke come to let him someone who wouldn't cook, he wouldn't get burned.

Zuo Feng's voice softened a little, "So, I'll turn over for you first, and then I pull you up?"

He Qinghong looked at her, sobbed and nodded, her eyes full of gratitude, "Thank you brother, you are so nice..."

If nothing else, this mouth is really sweet.

Zuo Feng put his hand on the teenager's waist, and was surprised to find it was quite thin, and it felt particularly good to the touch. He couldn't help but touch a few more, which slowly turned the person over.

Now it becomes--

Zuo Feng is up, He Qing is down.

Just about to pull the person up, Zuo Xue hummed and opened the door with the key, "Brother, I'm back, you guys!"

The girl walked to the glass door in front of the kitchen, and looked at the teenager with red eyes pressed by her brother under her.