Chapter 25：

Yan Qiu pulled out a cushion from the cupboard, temporarily placed the kitten beside the sofa, and took a dish from the kitchen to give it some clean water.

After finishing this, he went to the kitchen to help cut vegetables with conscience, and wanted to please Ji Xinglan, so that he would not turn his head in the future. Regardless of whether Ji Xinglan threw the cat out, in Yan Qiu's eyes he was a pretty unreasonable bully.

Yan Qiu helped buy hot pot base and dipping sauce from the supermarket. They only need to wash the dishes and cut them again, just go directly to the pot.

Yan Qiu brought the shopping bag into the kitchen and looked at his two long legs with envy. Master Ji looks good, even if he wears an apron and cuts potatoes. It has nothing to do with the word girly. The cuffs of the high-end custom black shirt are carefully pulled up to reveal the Alpha special terminal attached to the wrist.

Ji Xinglan was packing things in the kitchen alone, but he didn't really need to help him do anything, but Yan Qiu offered to help wash vegetables, and he would not refuse.

Yan Qiu rolled up his cuffs, pulled the shopping bag a few times, picked two potatoes out of it, and took it to the sink to clean it according to Ji Xinglan's instructions.

He said that he wouldn't cook, but he wasn't humble at all. He had never touched the kitchen utensils. Then he took a planer and squatted by the trash can to peel the potatoes.

Qiu Ping had a rough life, he didn't peel anything when he ate anything, he could wash it and eat it. Now let him sharpen the potatoes, using too much force to cut the meat, stupidly cutting a round potato down a circle.

Fortunately, Ji Xinglan was tidying up the refrigerator without noticing him.

Yan Qiu pretended to be a very skilled man, tossing the two potatoes with big fists to a full circle.

It turned out that he was worried that the two potatoes would be too much to eat, which solved the problem in reverse.

Yan Qiu washed the freshly cut potatoes again and threw them on the chopping board. While Ji Xinglan has not yet discovered his "masterpiece", he plans to do it himself.

Just as he was thinking about it, did Ji Xinglan cut it into pieces and he could not see that the potatoes were cut too small by him.

The surface of the freshly cut potatoes was slippery, and the shape was so hot that he was ugly. He cut it a few times. When the kitchen knife was almost crooked, he chopped it into his hand.

It seems that their steel straight A is not a raw material for cooking, and even a simple thing such as slicing can't be done well.

Ji Xinglan came with the washed lettuce, glanced at Yan Qiu and the pile of potato pieces in front of him, and was silent: "..."

Yan Qiu slightly coughed awkwardly, grabbed another potato in one hand, and continued to cut with a scalp: "What shape do you want to eat, I will sculpt you ..."

"Are you really able to cut vegetables, how can you hold the knife in your backhand?"

Ji Xinglan couldn't stand it anymore. He threw the vegetables in his hand into the pool and grabbed Yan Qiu's hand to help him correct his tactics.

"Give me a hand, hold the knife like this." Ji Xinglan gently broke Yan Qiu's finger, and pressed his hand again against the knife handle.

He covered his back with Yan Qiu's hand, patiently helped him adjust his posture, and then picked up another potato that had not been completely destroyed.

"In this way, you try it, first cut the whole potato in the middle, and then slice it vertically."

Ji Xinglan was blocked by Yan Qiu ’s head, so he leaned down slightly to rest his chin on his shoulder, holding the potato with one hand, and moving Yan Qiu ’s hand with the other, pushing his hand down. . "Cut like this, don't cut too thick, it's not easy to cook, and don't cut too thin, it's easy to break in the pot."

With the movement of the hand, Yan Qiu felt that his ears and cheeks had been rubbed by his hair, and it was a little itchy next to his neck, and his already unstable hand suddenly slipped.

Ji Xinglan stood sternly behind him, grabbing his hand naturally, and said Qiu tightened his spine and did not dare to move, fearing that he would play any tricks.

But Ji Xinglan didn't seem to have any weird ideas. He seemed to be intolerable to his swordsman, and he just wanted to concentrate on teaching him to cut vegetables.

Yan Qiu's hand was trembling, but Ji Xinglan had strong control, and just took his hand to teach him to cut.

"Well." Ji Xinglan let go of his hand.

Yanqiu thought he wanted to boast that he had cut it well, but he didn't expect that the **** looked down at his hand and twisted it gently, saying, "The hand is quite smooth."

Yan Qiu kicked him angrily.

Returning to the chopping board, looking at the uniformly flat potato chips in front of him, Yan Qiu felt that he had found some way out, and wanted to get another potato to practice his hands, but Ji Xinglan sent him to wash vegetables.

Ji Xinglan was afraid that he would cut the hand and refused to let Yan Qiu take the knife again and handed him the vegetable basket.

Yan Qiu went to the sink to wash vegetables. Listening to the faucet clattering behind him, Ji Xinglan had a headache when watching the potatoes cut by Yan Qiu.

It must be impossible to cut the pan when it is cut like this, and it must be thrown away when he puts it on. But Yan Qiu cut what he would not throw.

In the end, he was n’t wasting any more, and put it on the plate a little bit, planning to make mashed potatoes tomorrow.

The two of them couldn't eat much, only cut a few plates of vegetables and ham slices. The beef rolls and cooked food were also brought back from the supermarket.

Yanqiu didn't eat spicy food, but bought a seafood-flavored pot bottom. They put the induction cooker on the table, sat down around the table, and put the dishes in when the water boiled.

The dining table in the apartment is a normal six-person dining table, which is much smaller than the exaggerated long table at home. There are no messy servants standing next to it, and the pressure when eating is suddenly much less.

Yan Qiu took a slice of beef roll and put it in the pot to rinse it.

The bottom of the pot was mixed with meat flavor from the dining room to the living room, and the kitten in the living room was also alarmed.

Yan Qiugang dipped the beef in the sauce, took a bite, and suddenly felt something was pulling his trousers.

He lowered his head and met the kitten's round eyes. It was hooking his trouser legs with his claws, grabbing his pants and trying to climb up.

Yanqiu hugged the kitten to his lap and caught a piece of beef to feed it, but Ji Xinglan stopped it.

Ji Xinglan held his hand holding chopsticks, and the kitten saw the duck in his mouth flying, and meowed anxiously. "Such a small cat. Don't feed it indiscriminately. I'll buy a few packs of cat food later."

Yanqiu nodded and threw the beef into Ji Xinglan's bowl. "Reward you."

The kitten was lying on Yanqiu's knee, watching them pitifully, eating, and grieved at Yanqiu's clothes.

Ji Xinglan looked at the slice of beef in front of him and took the chopsticks very carefully. This can be regarded as the first time Yan Qiu served him vegetables.

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After eating, Ji Xinglan put the tableware in the dishwasher, took the car key out, and drove to buy cat food.

Yan Qiu carried the kitten into the bathroom, took a basin to put hot water, and prepared to take a bath.

The kitten looked pretty clean, but after all it was picked up from the trash can. The ghost knew if it had pulled through the trash can.

Yan Qiu originally wanted to dip it in the water to take a bath, but the kitten seemed to resist touching the water. Seeing Yan Qiu was about to throw it into the water, the hair was upright. How could he cooperate with it. I don't know where such a big body is so explosive. I almost overturned the washbasin. The water sparsely scattered Yan Qiu's body and wet his shirt.

Yanqiu looked at the trembling kitten hiding in the corner, but couldn't directly pick it up and wash it. After a headache, he didn't know what to do.

He suddenly remembered that Xie Yu's family had cats, so he called Xie Yu and asked him how to bathe the cat.

"Dad, do you have a cat?"

Xie Yu was surprised and curious again. Yan Qiu grew up afraid of cats because of fear of death. Why did he keep cats?

Yan Qiu said concisely: "I picked it up."

"I picked it up. It's really fake. How old is it, and what breed is it male or female? Hey, I really didn't expect you to have cats one day, don't you dislike these gadgets? Say how could your temper pick up cats-do you remember when you were four years old and kindly fed the wild cat, almost disfigured by it ... "

The guy talked endlessly, Yan Qiu looked at the water in the washbasin to be cold and couldn't help interrupting him: "Don't talk so much, so how should I bathe it?"

Xie Yu said "Ah": "You just wipe it with a hot towel."

Yan Qiu hangs up the phone and catches the cat hiding in the corner.

He was afraid that it was too dirty to appeal to Ji Xinglan, so he wiped it clean with a hot towel before Ji Xinglan returned. The hair color was white and translucent, and his eyes were even more dark and translucent.

Ji Xinglan didn't see anyone when he entered the door. He found the bathroom all the way, saw Yan Qiu's pouring water in the basin, and his feet were washed with a "new look" kitten.

Yan Qiu's shirt was soaked with water a little, and the place where the shirt got wet appeared a little transparent, clinging to the skin of the waist. Ji Xinglan's eyes sank for a moment, and he couldn't help but look at the wet piece of his shirt, as if he could see his skin through the wet cloth.

"Go change clothes." Ji Xinglan bent over and hugged the cat.

This was the first time he had hugged it. The kitten was a little unused and struggled to run.

Yan Qiu glanced down at his front and pulled the clothes, trying to dry it quickly.

"I brought this shirt, and I'll just use a hairdryer to dry it."

"Wear me." Ji Xinglan didn't know what kind of idea to play, he was so generous.

Yanqiu was wearing his shirt, and he couldn't read a long string of letters on the trademark, but at a glance he knew that it was a price he couldn't afford.

Yan Qiu knew that he wore this one often, so he said, "Give me a cheaper one. I can't afford it if I break it."

Ji Xinglan couldn't help but say that he had to undo his buttons. His eyes were fixed on the collarbone of his neck. He said quietly, "There is nothing to pay for. You have what I want."

Yanqiu couldn't understand what he said, but subconsciously tightened his neckline.

What he wants ...

What ... something, morality?

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Yan Qiu pushed out Ji Xinglan, who had been messing around next to him, pushed the door, and quickly changed his clothes in the room before he came out.

The shirt on his body was a little too big, and the hem almost dipped to the knee. Yan Qiu hurried to see the cat and walked out without wearing any trousers.

Ji Xinglan feeds the cat in the living room. He bought kitten food and canned food for the kitten, but it didn't know whether it was full or picky. He only ate two capsules and stopped eating.

He looked up and saw Yan Qiu coming out, looked at him from top to bottom, and smiled at him with satisfaction.

The rain outside the window was still falling, but the air-conditioned room was very warm. Yan Qiu stepped on the carpet to tease the cat. Variety shows are on TV, and Ji Xinglan sits on the sofa reading a book.

Yan Qiu is a character who can't sit still. After a while, she slips off the sofa and lies directly on the carpet to tease the cat. He didn't know where to pull a hairball, throw it away, and the kitten jumped back to get it back.

The kitten seemed to like playing with that plush ball. Yan Qiu touched the tip of her ear and said, "Lan Lan is so good."

I don't know who said it. Ji Xinglan sitting on the sofa immediately turned his head to look at him, and his eyebrows fell slightly.

Yan Qiu lowered his head and scratched the kitten's chin with his hand, holding back the smile. He pretended not to see Ji Xinglan's sharp eyes, and dedicated himself to teasing the cat with the wool ball.

Master Ji silently looked at the one person and one cat rolling on the floor with a smirk, slowly closing the book in his hand.

Forget it, he doesn't know anything about a kitten.

The author has something to say:

"Lan Lan" playing ball!