Chapter 25

After a busy morning, he Junxi was going to find a quiet place to be quiet, but his mother came to the company early in the morning and told him to go home. It must be the woman who said something in front of her mother. Let's go home first

When he got home, he Junxi suddenly found that there seemed to be a very strange atmosphere at home, and everyone's face looked very strange.

Did something happen?

He frowned at the servants around him and asked a servant at random, "come here and tell me what happened?"

The maid he pointed out timidly came out: "little... Young master... You... You call me..."

He looked at her a little impatiently. What's the matter with these maids? Why can't you say anything?

Although he Junxi is a very friendly person, the maids respect and fear this man from the bottom of their hearts.

The maid stammered for a long time without getting to the point. Finally, he was impatient and called her away. Then he was attracted by the strange smell in the air.

"Hmm? What's the smell?" he murmured.

The housekeeper came quickly from the other side of the kitchen. He looked at it and found that the housekeeper's face looked much worse than usual.

"What's the matter?" he looked at the direction of the kitchen and asked, "who's there?"

The housekeeper saluted him, then stopped talking, and then said, "you'd better go and have a look. Miss Yueqing is inside."

What is she doing in there? What's she doing here,?

He quickly turned the idea in his mind and strode over.

The closer he was to the kitchen, the more obvious the unspeakable smell became. Just as he was about to push the door and go in, he heard an exclamation from inside: "Miss Yueqing, this is not the way to knead the dough..."

"Yes..."

"Oh, wipe it quickly... Listen to me. I'll do it for you. Just watch it, will you?"

"No, no, I want to do it myself. I don't believe I can't do it at all..."

"But..."

"Stop... Come on, let's start..."

As soon as the last sentence was finished, there was a "bang", like the sound of an object falling to the ground.

Yueqing's voice was obvious: "ah, it's broken again. Let's come again..."

"But miss Yueqing, this is the last one in the family..."

"What about that? Or try a big bowl?"

"No... no, you'd better watch. Can I help you?"

"Then..."

He coughed and felt that he couldn't listen anymore. He opened the door and went in. Although he was prepared for the situation in the kitchen after listening to the dialogue, he still felt devastated at first sight and couldn't help being stunned.

Xue Yueqing looked in his eyes, blushed and said, "you're back early. I want to make lunch."

The cook on the side was obviously relieved.

He came back, shook his head and said to her, "I don't think you want to cook lunch, but to tear down my kitchen."

"It's just a little messy. It'll be cleaned up later," she said with a smile.

"Why are you willing to tear down such a luxurious kitchen?" Xue Yueqing said with a smile, and picked up the kitchen knife and shook it in the air. The cook's face showed a trace of panic and unconsciously stepped back.

Without realizing it, she grabbed the kitchen knife and came over: "you see, my knife is pretty good. Today's materials are all cut by me... Ah..."

Because the ground was too messy, she didn't know what she stepped on. She just felt her body shaking. She almost fell down with a kitchen knife and was held by he Junxi in time.

Although he Junxi didn't like the woman in front of him, he quickly came forward and held her, but he felt that the old scar still had a little feeling.

"What are you doing? Can you put the knife down first?" he said helplessly holding his body.

She smiled awkwardly, stood still and said, "you're still as quick and courageous as before. I just want you to see my cooking. I'll make you lunch first. I think you've been busy lately."

"Don't bother. There's a special cook. Don't bother."

He Junxi looked at her little hand but waved such a big kitchen knife. He would be a little worried. Then he carefully took the knife from her hand and said, "there are so many people around me. You need to cook dinner for me?"

"That's different. I want to relieve the pressure."

"I'm glad you have this intention. But please don't do it again. That will only make me miss the past." he held her and didn't want her to touch anything in the kitchen again.

After Xue Yueqing stood firm, he said to go out, and at this time, the servants behind them had begun to clean up the kitchen.

Without realizing it, she walked out and said, "in fact, my cooking is very good. My mother always praised me before."

"Really?" he didn't believe her at all, but now it's urgent to take her out of the kitchen, otherwise his kitchen might really be out of control if it goes on like this.

When she got to the room, she was a little upset and said, "I want to make lunch with you and celebrate your birthday. Why don't you look forward to it?"

"I said no, you don't have to bother," he Junxi said again.

"I want to give you lunch... Just."

Xue Yueqing was interrupted by he Junxi before she finished.

"I said, don't talk about these things again. Do you understand or what's going on?" he Junxi's voice suddenly increased a lot.

Xue Yueqing is full of grievances. Why is it like this? He just wants to alleviate each other's current situation in this way. Why is it like this? After all, I am now pregnant and want to learn to cook better, so that my children can also taste the delicious food made by their mother in the future. Why is this man so cold in front of him.

He Junxi lit a cigarette and seemed to be thinking about something. He didn't care much about the aggrieved woman around him. When he was pregnant, he still wanted to cook for him himself.

At the moment, he Junxi's heart only has the past, only Nangong Qi, because this scene is really familiar. Everything seems to have happened again,

In this way, they didn't continue to say much.

Until the evening, the air is so dignified

After that, he Junxi left this embarrassing "home",

He Junxi's brain always flashes something from time to time, so that he can't devote himself to the seemingly happy life at present.

It's getting dark again