Chapter 89 Zhan Qi Pei cooks for Qiao Jing for the first time
Chapter 89 Zhan Qi Pei cooks noodles for Qiao Jing for the first time
Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qi Pei's shoulder, with an unexpected expression on his face.
Is he comforting her?
Although to her, Zhan Qi Pei was a relative with whom she had a legal relationship and her husband in name only, but he was the most familiar stranger.
However, it was such a person who brought her an indescribable warmth at this moment.
He didn't want to hear her say thank you, he would rather Qiao Jing lend him his shoulder.
This was not enough, he really wanted to... really wanted to hold Qiao Jing into his arms to comfort her.
Although he wanted to, Zhan Qi Pei didn't do it in the end. After all... he and she were only in a contractual marriage, and he had no position to do such a thing to her.
At this moment, "Gulu-lu-lu--" there was a drum in my stomach.
Zhan Qipei looked towards Qiao Jing's belly. As soon as he looked over, his own stomach started to growl.
Now no one is embarrassed, and no one should say anything about anyone.
Qiao Jing stood up, "There are some noodles and tomatoes in the refrigerator. I'll make some tomato and egg noodles, and we'll just eat some."
"I'll do it." Zhan Qipei looked at the tears on Qiao Jing's face that had not been completely dried, and couldn't bear for Qiao Jing to cook again.
"Can you do it?" Qiao Jing asked with a confused eyebrow.
Zhan Qipei nodded, "Yes."
"Oh, then you do it." She was not in the mood to cook now. If she was alone, she might not even eat it.
After Zhan Qipei took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, the first thing he did when he walked to the kitchen was to immediately take out his phone and search for recipes for tomato and egg noodles.
He has never cooked before, and the reason why he said he knew how to cook just now was entirely because of the man's face.
"Pour in the oil first, then crack the eggs into the pot..."
Zhan Qi Pei followed the steps and started making noodles.
How much oil to pour?
This is a problem?
At this time, Qiao Jing's voice suddenly came from outside the kitchen.
"You really don't want my help?"
Suddenly hearing this, Zhan Qipei suddenly lost control of his hand and put half of the oil in the pot.
Uh...it seems a bit much, right?
Zhan Qi Pei is not sure either.
"No, I will do it."
"Oh." Qiao Jing stopped walking to the kitchen, turned to the suitcase, took out everything in it, and put it in his room.
Qiao Jing was busy in the room, and Zhan Qi Pei was fighting in the kitchen.
Twenty minutes passed, and Zhan Qipei came out with a bowl of noodles.
"Eat."
"Why just one bowl? Don't you want to eat?" Qiao Jing asked doubtfully.
"I've been losing weight recently." In fact, he had eaten less, only enough for one bowl.
You can't blame him. It was his first time and he didn't know how much to put in just right. It was already pretty good if he could make a bowl of noodles.
Qiao Jing glanced at Zhan Qi Pei and said, "You have indeed gained some weight recently. It's time to lose weight."
Zhan Qipei's expression changed instantly.
He didn't like hearing this. By the way, who's to blame for him becoming fat? It's not that your cooking is so delicious that he can't help but eat an extra bowl of rice every time.
Zhan Qipei quietly touched his belly. Is he really that fat?
Qiao Jing noticed the man's actions and found them a bit funny.
"Actually, you are not that fat. You are just a little bit fatter than when I first met you. I think this is better than before. You were too thin before. Now you will be more masculine and feel more secure."
a bit more."
Zhan Qi Pei was pleased by Qiao Jin's words.
"So, you think I have brought you a sense of security?"
"No." Qiao Jing answered honestly.
Zhan Qi Pei's face froze.
"My sense of security comes from myself, I mean other girls."
Although Qiao Jing explained it like this, Zhan Qi Pei was still unhappy. His eyes turned and fell on Qiao Jing's belly.
"I see you eat a lot every day, why don't you gain weight?"
Zhan Qi Pei has long discovered that Qiao Jing is different from ordinary girls. Nine and a half out of ten girls he has seen are clamoring to lose weight from midnight to night. They are particularly particular about what they eat, because they are high in fat and calories.
I don’t eat the sweet ones, I don’t eat the sweet ones, I don’t eat this, I don’t eat that.
Qiao Jing was different, he didn't pick anything, he ate every time he ate, and he ate no less than him.
He's started to gain weight, why hasn't she changed at all?
"I have a special physique. I don't gain weight no matter what I eat." Qiao Jing replied.
Hearing this, Zhan Qi Pei expressed his envy.
"Eat the noodles quickly, it's almost cold."
He didn't want to continue this topic, thinking that it was lucky that he was a man. If he were a woman, he wouldn't be irritated to death.
"Yeah." Qiao Jing nodded, picked up the noodles with chopsticks, put them to his mouth, blew on them, and put them in his mouth.
Stop.
Three seconds later, Qiao Jing just frowned slightly and started to eat.
Zhan Qipei kept staring at Qiao Jing and saw that she had no special reaction, which was the best reaction.
It’s your first time making noodles, so you don’t have to be very demanding, as long as it’s not unpalatable.
Just when Zhan Qipei was thinking this, Qiao Jing received a call from the research institute.
"Hello?" Qiao Jing took her cell phone and went to the balcony.
Zhan Qipei looked at the half bowl of noodles left on the table, and his Adam's apple moved slightly. Rather than being hungry, he wanted to taste what the noodles he had made tasted like.
Zhan Qipei glanced towards the balcony. Qiao Jing was still chatting on her cell phone. He just had a taste and he shouldn't be discovered.
Thinking of this, Zhan Qipei quickly took the bowl and chopsticks over, picked up the noodles, and stopped just as he was about to eat, staring at the chopsticks.
These are the chopsticks that Qiao Jing used. Although he is not that serious about mysophobia, he is not used to using other people's tableware, and he never eats other people's leftover food.
but now--
He actually didn't reject it at all.
Zhan Qi Pei couldn't figure out why, so he wanted to eat noodles first.
Zhan Qi Pei put the picked noodles into his mouth.
The next second, he was dumbfounded.
Salty, sweet, sour, and oily...
To put it simply, four words——
Extremely unpalatable!
Can't swallow at all.
She actually ate more than half a bowl of such unpalatable food. How did she swallow it?
"What are you doing?" As soon as Qiao Jing came out, she saw Zhan Qi Pei holding her bowl and eating noodles.
Zhan Qi Pei put down his bowls and chopsticks and turned to look at Qiao Jing.
"Don't you think it tastes bad?"
Qiao Jing nodded very honestly.
"It is indeed very unpalatable."
Zhan Qi Pei raised his long eyebrows, "Then you still want to eat?"
Qiao Jing came over and took the bowl and chopsticks from Zhan Qi Pei's hand.
"Although it is unpalatable, it is food that farmers have worked hard to grow. Besides, it is just a bit unpalatable, and it is not poisonous. It will not kill people if it is eaten. Don't waste it if you make it."
After saying that, Qiao Jin sat down and continued eating noodles.
Is she afraid of wasting?
Was her life so miserable before?
He knew that Qiao Jing grew up in the countryside, but he didn't expect that her life had been so difficult. If not, how could she have developed such a hard-working character.
"Stop eating!" Zhan Qipei took the chopsticks from Qiao Jing's hand.