Di Qianmo, who has never been contaminated by a trace of dust, was so embarrassed by a pot of noodles?

Well--

No, it should be that Mr. Qian Mo, who has never been tainted with the smell of fireworks, actually devoted himself to cooking in the kitchen?

I suddenly woke up, quickly, quickly, such a rare scene must be photographed!

Beibei was rummaging around in a hurry, and the noise was so loud that Di Qianmo in the kitchen turned his head and looked at her with a frown.

"Are you sober? Come here.".

Beibei was stunned for a while, then walked in and stood beside him, looking at the pot of unknown noodles strangely and said, "Are you so hungry?".

Di Qianmo, who was holding the chopsticks, froze. He turned around and stared at him expressionlessly, his expression was very, very, very unhappy.

Beibei thought about this expression for a moment and realized that he was probably too hungry. Running to the kitchen to make noodles in the middle of the night might damage his tall image, and she really shouldn't ask this question.

So Beibei took the chopsticks from his hand very generously and said sagely, "I'll do it."

Although her cooking skills are not very good, they are definitely hundreds of times better than Di Qianmo's current level.

At least she can guarantee that she won't boil the noodles into a lump.

Di Qianmo watched her skillfully take out the burnt noodles and clean the pot skillfully. His face was embarrassed but he felt very warm at the same time. He had never thought of this scene.

He didn't expect that A Li could be such a good wife and mother.

While washing the pot, Beibei looked back and looked at him strangely, smiling slightly at her, and said depressedly, "What are you looking at! Light the fire!".

Di Qianmo: "..".

Beibei soon regretted his decision to let Di Qianmo light the fire. He didn't know how to cook it at all. No wonder the pot of noodles turned out like this!

If Beibei continues to let him burn it, this kitchen will be gone.

So she pulled Di Qianmo aside in disgust and went into battle herself.

Di Qianmute stood aside innocently and explained, "I have never done this...".

Beibei glanced at him but said nothing.

She rolled up a lot of firewood, lit it and threw it in, and then stuffed a few larger pieces of wood into the stove. The fire swept out from inside, and Beibei got so close that it burned off the hair in front of her.

Di Qianmo: "..".

Beibei blinked, then blinked again, "Actually... I have never made such a fire." Then he added, "I can cook, really."

She just doesn't know how to burn firewood.

Di Qianmo was silent for a long time, "Well, no need to explain."

The two looked at each other, and Beibei cried silently. How could she explain to him so that he would believe that she was not as useless as him? She really knew how to cook, but she just couldn't burn firewood.

Scanning his eyes to the chicken coop outside the kitchen, Beibei pulled his sleeve and said, "Baking seems to be your specialty."

"Oh..um."

"Can you kill a chicken?".

"Huh? I haven't killed anyone."

"Oh..." Beibei was silent, "Now I'll give you a chance to practice killing chickens."

Di Qianmo: "..".

The two stood in front of the chicken coop. Beibei reached out and grabbed a big one and handed it to Di Qianmo, "Lu Sansan is good at killing chickens, but you have also killed rabbits and other game, so just kill it as a rabbit."

.

Di Qianmo silently took the chicken and said slowly, "Knife."
Chapter completed!