Chapter 587

As soon as Shen Dapeng and Qu Yina arrived at the kitchen door, Qi Feng leaned out his head when he heard the sound. His face was full of smiles, but he became dignified and unhappy because he saw them holding hands, but it was fleeting.

"Ina, you don't need to help. I can be busy with the kitchen. Go outside and chat. In the past few years you've been abroad, I've exercised my cooking skills. You'll try it later. If you like, I'll make it for you every day!"

"I didn't come to see you. I came to see Dapeng steamed chicken cake!"

Qu Yina gouged out Qi Feng and turned Shen Dapeng with her elbow. "I ate the chicken cake steamed by my father since I was a child. I haven't tasted it for several years. I'm a little greedy. You should show your hand today, do you hear me?"

"Chicken cake is the simplest dish. I can make it for you. Is there anything special you want to eat?"

Qi Feng frowned, but still managed to resist her dissatisfaction. She could only comfort herself about Qu Yina's behavior at this time, as if Qu Yina was making trouble for a moment because she was angry.

"I just want to eat the chicken cake made by Shen Dapeng!"

Qu Yina turned around Shen Dapeng again, "what are you doing in a hurry?"

"Oh!"

Shen Dapeng couldn't stand being abducted again and again. He quickly broke away from Qu Yina's bondage and went into the kitchen. He looked at several home-made dishes inside. Qi Feng was cutting garlic moss in his hand. It was estimated that he was going to make fried meat with garlic stalks, "what about... Eggs?"

"Eggs..."

Qu Yina looked left and right blankly, even looking aimlessly.

"In the fridge."

Qi Feng whispered coldly.

"Where's the bowl?"

Shen Dapeng himself went to the refrigerator at the door of the kitchen and took four eggs. After looking around, he didn't find any empty big bowl or aluminum basin.

"Bowl..."

Qu Yina opened several cabinets in a row, either with rice noodles or cooking ingredients.

"In the cabinet below."

Qi Feng kicked the cupboard under his feet.

Shen Dapeng opened the cabinet, picked up a big bowl and chopsticks, skillfully knocked open four eggs with one hand, and began to stir clockwise with chopsticks. Chopsticks collided with the mouth of the bowl and made a rhythmic clatter!

"Salt... Forget it, I'd better find it myself."

Shen Dapeng originally wanted to ask Qu Yina, but he turned around and saw her more confused eyes than himself. He thought he would never go into the kitchen at ordinary times. He asked for nothing.

"Sprinkle a small amount of salt and salt into the egg and add water. Two egg must be a small bowl of water. Four eggs are two small bowls of warm water. Then stir the clockwise evenly, remove the foam above and sprinkle the chopped green onion."

"Alas, I want to cut the scallions myself. This is what I prepared!"

Qi Feng wants to stop Shen Dapeng from robbing the chopped scallions, but Shen Dapeng's hand is too fast. When he speaks, Shen Dapeng has sprinkled the scallions into the bowl and frowned helplessly. "You have to take them out. Ina never likes to eat scallions!"

"Who said that? I like to eat scallions now. Put more! "

Qu Yina grabbed another handful and threw it into the bowl, which was tantamount to slapping Qi Feng in the face.

"Hey... It won't take so much!"

Shen Dapeng took out a pile with chopsticks and threw it directly into the dustbin. "Drop some oil inside. If you put some shrimp, it can be fresh!"

"Qi Feng, find some shrimp."

Qu Yina greeted Qi Feng without thinking about it.

"There is no shrimp at home. Shifu is allergic to seafood. You don't know."

Qi Feng won't leave the kitchen. He doesn't want Shen Dapeng and Qu ina to have any time alone.

Shen Dapeng was a little surprised. Qi Feng not only pretended to be the owner of the writer, but even knew the furnishings of vegetables and kitchen utensils. It was clear that President Chu Qu and his wife were allergic to seafood!

It seems that in order to win the favor of Qu ina's parents, she usually runs here. At least she has come to cook.

"It's OK without shrimp. It's OK to add some seafood soy sauce when you eat later."

Shen Dapeng poured water into the steamer, put the curtain on it, put the big bowl stably and covered the lid, "fire directly, and continue steaming for ten minutes after boiling. Is it simple?"

"Wow, that's great!"

I don't know whether Qi Feng is interested or sincere. Qu ina keeps cheering like a little girl who has never seen the world.

"It's just chicken cake. You said you liked it. I'll make it for you. Hiss, hey..."

Qi Feng's face was black and his heart was dissatisfied. He unconsciously accelerated the speed of cutting vegetables. Accidentally, he cut his finger, and the blood spilled instantly, dripping on the vegetable board and garlic moss.

"Hey!"

Qu Yina also screamed and subconsciously wanted to take care of her, but she thought of something in an instant and pretended to be disgusted. "Look, you've stained the garlic moss and the vegetable board with blood. How can you eat it?"

"I..."

Qi Feng originally thought he could get Qu Yina's care. Unexpectedly, he was so cold. He could no longer pretend to be in a good mood. He wanted to cry without tears, and stared at Shen Dapeng angrily.

Before Shen Dapeng appeared, he and Qu Yina were at least close friends. Now everything is bad because of this smelly boy.

"Ina, what are you talking about? Xiaofeng didn't hurt his hand to cook for you. He didn't hurry to find a medicine box to wrap it up. Xiaofeng, are you okay? Show it to Shiniang..."

When the scene was most embarrassing, mother Qu walked into the kitchen. As soon as she saw Qi Feng's fingers stained with blood, she came forward with concern to check the injury, and didn't forget to scold her ignorant daughter.

"His hand was cut by himself, not me!"

Qu Yina was not convinced, but she went out to find the medicine box.

Even if she doesn't like Qi Feng, after all, their classmates and friends for many years hurt their hands by cooking at their own home. She can't ignore it.

"Xiao Feng, please show me..."

"Shiniang, I'm fine. Big men are afraid of this little crack and touch!"

Qi Feng's wound is still deep, but in front of Shen Dapeng, he can't seem cowardly. He can only pretend to be tough. Only he knows whether it hurts or not.

"Here comes the medicine box."

Qu Yina returned to the kitchen with the medicine box, followed by worried sun Jiabao. Regardless of others, she ran to Qi Feng and took her fingers to observe.

"Fortunately, the wound is not deep. Don't move. I'll disinfect you..."

"No, I'll just stick a band aid."

Qi Feng doesn't want to be too close and ambiguous with sun Jiabao, let alone misunderstand Shiniang and Qu Yina. He moves back again and again to avoid sun Jiabao's entanglement.

"I said don't move. It must be bandaged."

Sun Jiabao took out the alcohol cotton from the medicine box. Despite Qi Feng's opposition and evasion, he forcibly disinfected Qi Feng's fingers and wrapped them with gauze. When it was over, he looked at his fingers thicker than carrots and nodded with satisfaction.