On the other hand, in Jianyao's residence in the United States, Shen Liyang is still resting in her room, while nanchengyi and Jianyao have woken up.
"What are you looking for?" When he came downstairs to pick up the water, he met Jian Yao, who was looking for something in the kitchen.
"No, I just want to see what's in the house." Jianyao closed the cabinet door and opened the refrigerator door.
"Are you hungry? There are cherries, strawberries and other fruits in the refrigerator, which are all your favorite These things were bought for Jian Yao by nanchenghe who passed by the supermarket the day before yesterday.
"OK, I see." Jianyao looked at it and closed the refrigerator door in silence.
"What's the matter? Didn't you find what you wanted to eat? " Through Jianyao's eyes, nanchenghe can basically guess her mind.
"My stomach is empty. I want to eat something that can be heated." Some disappointed, Jian Yao turns to leave.
"Would you like borscht? I'll make it for you Nan Cheng Yi looks into Jian Yao's eyes and says.
"What? Do you do it yourself? " Hearing the words of Nan Cheng He, Jian Yao stares at him in shock and looks at him strangely.
After all, in Jianyao's eyes, nanchenghe is a complete workaholic. And he doesn't look like a cook in any way.
"Yes, there's nothing strange about it." Nanchenghe resisted the impulse to rub Jianyao's hair and looked at each other tenderly.
"Well, then you can sit in the living room and wait. Believe me, I'll have borscht soon With that, nanchenghe opened the sliding door of the kitchen for Jianyao.
"Do you need my help?" Jianyao still can't believe that this usually serious and cold man wants to make soup for himself.
"You don't have to think about anything extra, just keep your stomach." Nan Cheng Yi smiles and pushes Jian Yao out of the kitchen.
"Come on, don't stay here. I'll call you later." With these words, nanchenghe went to the chopping table to prepare the ingredients for the soup.
Through the glass door of the kitchen, Jian Yao stares at the busy back of Nancheng.
Inexplicably, Jian Yao's heart is filled with a complex emotion.
But this special feeling was fleeting, and then Jian Yao went to the balcony to read a book.
"Hiss..." as soon as she opened the book, a cry of surprise came from the kitchen.
"What's the matter?" Jianyao immediately put down the books and periodicals in her hand, and then rushed directly into the kitchen.
Looking at it, the kitchen was a mess on the ground, and the floor was full of pieces of broken porcelain. Looking at this situation, it is very likely that nanchenghe broke the casserole used to make soup.
"Are you all right? How are you doing? " Jianyao noticed that Nancheng was struggling to hold her left wrist, and her beautiful eyebrows were tightly wrinkled because of the pain.
"The boiling water just poured into the pot is not stable." Looking down Nan Cheng he's arm, his left hand is swollen now.
Not only that, in the middle of the back of the hand, there were several blisters.
"What are you doing? You are scalded." Seeing this, Jianyao immediately took nanchenghe to the washstand and put his injured left hand under the faucet for a shower.
"How about it, does it hurt?" Jian Yao looks closely at the place where he was scalded by boiling water.
Although see nanchenghe injured, Jianyao is also concerned about asking each other.
But because of her personality, she didn't feel anxious.
"It's better now." Nanchenghe doesn't want to miss any moment when he can get close to Jianyao, even though he knows that Jianyao doesn't have his own place in his heart.
"Take a break first, and I'll see if there's any burn ointment at home." Jianyao got up and looked around the room. At last, her eyes rested on nanchenghe's left hand.
"No, it's better after the cold water. There's no burn ointment at home. I'll apply some toothpaste later, too. " The medicine boxes here are all prepared according to the requirements of nanchenghe. At the beginning, he didn't intend to let Jianyao touch the kitchen, so naturally, he didn't prepare scalding medicine.
"Are you sure?" Jianyao looks at Nancheng he and asks.
"Of course, it's a big deal. After applying toothpaste, it's still no problem to finish the meal." Nan Cheng Bi looks at Jian Yao with determination.
"Well, you go and prepare first, and I'll take care of these." With that, Jian Yao has picked up the broom and garbage can from the corner.
"Don't touch these. The ground is full of debris. It's easy to scratch." Without giving Jianyao any chance to refuse, nanchengpei snatches her tools directly, and then squeezes her out of the kitchen.
See nanchenghe so insist, Jianyao also didn't say anything more, just quietly out of the room.
"Then you have to be careful." After that, Jianyao disappeared in the sight of nanchenghe.
"I know. Don't worry. Just give it to me." Just now, a series of reactions from Jian Yao made Nancheng Pei quite disappointed.
"Hoo." He breathed out a deep breath, adjusted the state in place, and then went back to the stove to continue to be busy.
About half an hour later, the borscht, which was made by nanchenghe himself, finally came out of the pot.
"Jianyao, the soup is ready. Come and have a taste." Nan Cheng Yi brings the casserole to the dining table and calls Jian Yao in a soft voice.
"It's coming. The soup smells good. I can't see it. You're still a hidden chef." Jian Yao smelled the taste of the soup and sat at the table contentedly.
"Come and have a taste, and see if it's the one you like." Nanchengyi gives Jianyao a bowl of soup and looks at her expectantly.
"It really smells good." I don't know why, but Jianyao always feels familiar with the taste.
It seems that in an instant, it wakes up its own taste bud memory.
You know, the food prepared by nanchenghe today is Jian Yao's favorite food before.
Every time Jian Yao sticks to herself and asks Nancheng to cook for her.
The next second, Jian Yao picked up the spoon with great expectation and tasted it.
The flavor of borscht in Nancheng is different from that in the hotel. The flavor of the soup seems to be stronger and the color is more bright.
"The taste." Jian Yao savors the fragrance in her mouth carefully.
All of a sudden, a tear slowly flowed down the corner of Jian Yao's eye, and she began to shed tears unconsciously.
"Jian Yao?" Seeing Jianyao's tears, nanchenghe was so flustered that he couldn't speak.
"Why do you cry all of a sudden?" Nan Cheng Yi hands the paper towel on the table to Jian Yao in a hurry.