Chapter 129

Since I went on holiday, my mother has been in charge of my daily life, so I didn't hire a nanny or anything.

But my mother hurt her hand, so the responsibility of cooking these days naturally falls on me, because Ling Mo fan's golden hands know everything, but she only knows nothing about cooking.

"Ling Mo fan, go and wash the rice for me."

I was in the kitchen, looking at Ling Mo fan who was reading magazines in the living room.

He originally said that he would help me cook together, but Ling Mo fan, a young master who doesn't touch Yang Chun water, quit when he saw the pots and pans in the kitchen. He said that he gave me room to play. In fact, he didn't want to dirty his noble hands.

Ling Mo fan heard me call him, even if he was reluctant, but still came.

I handed the rice to him and said, "take it and wash it three times."

Even if he doesn't know how to cook, Ling Mo fan should be able to wash rice, I think.

But the next thing changed my view of him again.

I watched Ling Mo fan take a little water and put it into the rice container. Then I hesitated for a long time and put my hand in, as if it was something very dirty.

But these were nothing, so I went on to wash the dishes and let him stir them up.

But when I was ready to start cutting, I found Ling Mo fan was still washing the rice in his hand.

I frowned and went over to him. "Haven't you finished yet?"

I asked him, isn't it just a few minutes to wash rice?

"It's not clean." Ling Mo fan didn't lift his head. He simply went back, and then he took a basin of water.

A bad feeling suddenly rose in my heart.

"How many times have you washed it?"

Ling Mo fan's hand movement, thought, "probably Five or six times. "

In my opinion, Ling Mo fan almost didn't put it into the disinfection cabinet for disinfection.

I don't know whether I should laugh or cry. I just think it's a very wrong decision to let Ling Mo fan come to the kitchen. Who knows that Ling's president, who is smart and decisive outside, is a life idiot who can't wash rice at home.

"Forget it, I'll do it." I am very helpless to say, I am afraid he will rub rice broken.

Ling Mo fan saw that I took over the work on his hand, and he was very happy. He also washed his hand by the way.

After putting the rice into the electric cooker and cooking, I put the washed carrots on the chopping board and cut them into shreds.

Ling Mo fan came over and hugged me from behind, "do you need my help?"

"No, you go out. I'll call you when you're ready." I don't want to refuse. With Ling Mo fan's previous feat, it's good that he doesn't make trouble for me. How dare I expect him to help me.

Ling Mo fan didn't speak, but he didn't go out. He just put his chin on my shoulder and stroked my swollen stomach.

It's four or five months. In a few months, the little guy in his stomach will be born. I only hope that he will be able to be smooth in these few months.

Thinking, my thoughts floated to the distance, the hand action still did not stop.

No accident. I cut my hand.

But fortunately, it was a small cut, not deep, but a little bleeding.

I haven't said anything yet. Ling Mo fan is more anxious than me. He grabs my hand, puts it under the tap, flushes it clean, and then puts it in his mouth

Warm and soft touch wrapped my fingers, and I took back my hands like an electric shock.

I coughed twice and said, "I'll just take a band aid bag."

In fact, it's not a big deal. Ling Mo fan doesn't have to be so nervous.

He didn't say anything. He went to my mother and asked for band aids. My mother was also shocked by the next small wound.

"Jinyun, have you cut it?"

When Ling Mo fan wrapped the wound for me, my mother also came, and her arm was wrapped with gauze.

"It's nothing. It's just a small wound." The reaction of these two people is just like what happened to me.

people who don't know what happened to me still think that I was moved and helpless.

"Or I'll cook. Anyway, this injury won't get in the way." My mother said, going into the kitchen.

I grabbed her, and her wound was much more serious than mine.

"No, the dishes have been washed. I don't need to touch the water." I saw the wound that had been simply bandaged, and comforted her.

"The rice has been cooked. It won't take long to fry a few dishes. Don't worry about it." I pushed my mother to the sofa and sat down. Then I started and ran back to the kitchen.

After a look at the wound, Ling Mo fan gave me a very rough package. Although I know he did his best, it was a bit too ugly.

"Or go out and eat." Ling Mo fan leaned against the door and said to me.

"Oh, no, it's a small wound. You're all nervous." I waved my hand.Prepare hot oil cooking, but see Ling Mo fan still stay in the kitchen.

"Won't you go out?" I asked in surprise.

Ling Mofan is a bit of a cleanliness addict. He should not be willing to stay in the kitchen.

"I'll be with you." He came up to me and watched me start the fire.

I looked at Ling Mo fan's stupefied appearance and thought it was a little funny.

"What are you laughing at?" Ling Mo fan lowered his eyes, and the look in his eyes was a little confused.

"Nothing." I vaguely dealt with him, and when the water in the pot was dry, I put the oil into the pot.

Ling Mo fan did not ask too much, just seriously looking at my every move.

He should have never seen anyone cook. He was a little curious.

I held back my smile and poured the dish into the pot when the oil was hot.

There was a big "hiss" in the pot, and Ling Mo fan took a few steps back quietly.

I look back, he has kept a safe distance from the pot, is looking down to see if there is oil splashed on his clothes.

"Why don't you go out first, the fumes are very irritating." I turn on the range hood and say to Ling Mo fan.

I can't do anything about him here.

"No Ling Mofan arranged his clothes and stood aside.

"But it's very awkward of you to stand here."

I turn over the dishes, even if I turn on the range hood, the smoke from cooking is still a little smoked.

Ling Mo fan saw me frowning, thought it was the pain of the wound, so he took my shovel.

"Will you?" I'm a little worried.

"No Ling Mo fan side is not very skilled stir fry dishes, while very honest answer.

His cooking posture is a bit strange. His whole body is a long distance away from the pot. He only dares to reach out his hand.

It's rare to see Ling Mo fan's clumsy side. It looks lovely.

"Then you dare to take over." I saw his cautious manner, as if he was faced with a flood.

Ling Mo fan suddenly stopped the action in his hand, "I don't want to see your pain."

His eyes are a little bit covered by the shadow of his hair, but I can still see the emotion called heartache in his eyes.

"Actually It doesn't hurt much either

Although I'm telling the truth, I'm still happy.

"I'd love to!" Ling Mo fan took back his eyes and put his attention back into the pot.

See him slightly frown but can't stop the action on the hand, I chuckled out.

Ling Mo fan squinted at me, "bold, right?"

I was dazzled by his eyes and waved, "no, no, I dare not."

"Is it?" Ling Mo fan put shovel, no matter how the food inside, directly grasp me, "I see you quite dare, have the courage to laugh at me."

His hand lifted the corner of my coat and gently scratched my waist.

"Don't..." I want to catch Ling Mo fan's hand, but he easily controlled it.

"You don't like to laugh. Make you laugh enough."

Ling Mo Fan said fiercely.

I couldn't breathe laughing in his arms.

"Don't I dare not... " I laugh so much that I don't speak completely.

Ling Mo fan still doesn't plan to stop. When I'm about to laugh, I suddenly smell a paste smell. Looking there, the pot is smoking.

"Dish, dish!" I pointed to the pot and said excitedly.

Ling Mo fan looked in the direction of my fingers, let me go and turned off the fire.

By this time, the smell of paste had filled the whole kitchen.

I gasped for breath. Looking back, the food in the pot was in a mess.

"Jinyun, what are you doing? Did you scorch the rice? "

My mother also smelled it, so she came to see it.

"No, there was a little accident." I stood beside Ling Mo fan and pinched him in the back.

……

Even after this kind of thing happened, Ling Mo fan didn't want to return his shovel to me. I could only teach him step by step.

In this short period of an hour, I just understand what it is to be in a hurry.

But Ling Mo fan can calm down when some situations happen, which highlights my irritability.

After going through a series of conditions, such as burning, forgetting to put salt, and putting more salt, Ling Mo fan finally finished the meal with stumbling under my guidance.

However, some simple home dishes are too complicated for me to understand.

However, these very simple dishes make me think it's more difficult than making Manchu and Han banquet.

However, the culprit of all these consequences is sitting on the table gracefully and calmly, looking at me coldly.

For the first time, I had the idea of beating this perfect and delicate face.When I brought up the miserable dishes, my mother asked, "Jinyun, are you doing all these?"

Because I told her before that I would cook, she was a little surprised to see the tragic situation.

I look at Ling Mo fan very bitterly, my mother instantly understand.

"In fact, although the appearance is not good, the taste is OK." My mother gave a dry smile, explained what she had said before, and then put a chopstick into her mouth.

I saw the expression on her face is very complex, a pair of words and stop.

I probably understood that even my mother couldn't hide her expression, so I could see how bad the dish was.

Ling Mo fan ignored the small expression between us, as if nothing had happened between the clip a dish, eat two.

I saw a slight frown on his eyebrows and then put down his chopsticks.

The next day Ling Mo fan invited a nanny to come.