Chapter 1911

The appearance of whispering captured the hearts of all female compatriots in the market.

When the chicken is ready, the uncle who sells the chicken gives the chicken to the two people and says, "your little husband and wife have a good relationship. They will live together forever."

Gu Qingxin looks up and looks at Beiming cold. Beiming cold smiles and turns to his uncle and says, "thank you, we will."

He took the chicken and bought almost everything, so they left the market.

Gu Qingxin is still riding his car to carry Beiming cold. This time, Beiming cold is not so easy. His hands are full of things.

Back in the yard, Gu poured in and locked the door. Beiming cold had put everything into the kitchen and started to clean up.

Gu Qingxin also went into the kitchen and said, "you wash the dishes, I make the fish."

"Be careful. I'll do it. You can tell me how to do it." Beiming Han takes a knife and prepares to clean up the fish.

"Well, uncle has made the fish clean enough. You wash it again. Cut the fish into thin slices with a knife for use." Gu fell in love with his fish, and she went to do something else.

"Is this thickness OK?"

"A little thinner."

"How about that?"

"Perfect! My husband is wonderful. " Gu gave him a kiss.

Gu Qingxin washed the dishes and began to cut them. Beiming cold couldn't help but look at her. There was a faint look in her eyes. If he could, he would like to live with her for a lifetime. He would never go back to the hell City, and he would never care about the love, hate and hatred there.

The sound of cutting vegetables, the sound of cooking oil, the sound of cooking pot, each sound is so wonderful in their ears.

"What else does this need?" Beiming cold looks at Gu Qingxin's pickled fish.

"No, I have all the seasonings. I'll put the fish in and cook it later."

Because it's spicy, Gu Qingxin coughs twice.

"How is it? I'll do it. " Beiming cold regrets how he didn't make pickled fish.

"It's OK. Look at your stir fry!" Gu Qingxin points to his pot.

Beiming cold immediately opened the lid and turned it over with a shovel

Two people have been busy for an hour, and a table full of color, fragrance and food will all be on the table.

Gu fell in love with the smell of the food. He was in a beautiful mood, but now he felt like crying.

"It's delicious. It seems that we two are the first to cook such a rich meal." Gu Qingxin put the chopsticks in place.

"If you like, we do it every day." Beiming Han holds her hand.

"Sit down and eat." Gu Qingxin doesn't dare to promise him anything now.

Two people sat down face to face, Gu chose a piece of fish out of his heart, and picked out all the fish bones. Then they sent it to the bowl of Beiming cold and said, "taste it, how about my pickled fish?"

Beiming cold took a bite, raised his head and said with a smile, "it's delicious to cry."

Gu Qingxin was amused by him and chuckled. At last, Beiming cold saw that she was really smiling. He also brought her some vegetables and said, "eat it."

"Well, after so long, I'm hungry." Gu Qingxin lowers his head and eats.

One table of food, two people eat full, but even a third did not finish.

"Let's put these dishes in the refrigerator and continue to eat them at night. It's a waste if we pour them out." Gu Qingxin consults with him. The leftovers in Beiyuan are never wanted. She is afraid that he will not be used to them.

"You and I did it by hand. Of course, we can't waste it." Beiming cold got up and went to clean up.