At this time, Yi Jian was already neatly dressed and sitting in the living room. When he saw Zhong Qing, he raised his head slightly, smiled, and said only a few words without saying anything.
Zhong Qing just pretended not to know about those things, but in fact, she was very anxious in her heart, but she couldn't show it, so she could only be anxious secretly.
He also imitated Yi Jian's nonchalant look on his face and gave a gentle smile. He sat on the sofa and tilted his head, "Young Marshal... what do you want to eat?"
Yi Jian's eyes dimmed slightly at this moment. Xu Ang had already told her that Yuxiang went out of her room and she bumped into him, but she just returned to her room indifferently, and he
I thought she would be angry and unhappy, but now that she came out, she still looked so calm, as if she didn't care at all.
Yi Jian didn't say anything. He felt powerless in his heart. In fact, he was also mocking himself. He should have known a long time ago that she didn't care at all how many women were around him.
Yi Jian, who looked at her lovingly, became so cold. She just thought that he really didn't like her anymore, so she gritted her teeth and said bravely: "Young Marshal, why don't I cook it for you today? Isn't there a kitchen in my hometown?"
Ask Xu Ang to prepare some dishes, and I will cook them for you."
In fact... has she ever cooked?
Growing up, he had been pampered with everything he had in food, clothing, housing, and transportation, but now, in order to please him, he had no choice but to give it a try.
Yi Jian's eyes were slightly dazed and she didn't say a word. Zhongqing just thought he acquiesced. She looked at Xu Ang and said, "Xu Ang, go and prepare something for me. I'll cook for the young marshal."
Then, he looked at Yi Jian and found that he was not as cold as before. Then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and followed Xu Ang downstairs.
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In the kitchen, Zhong Qing stared blankly at the dishes and seasonings prepared by Xu Ang.
She relied on her own memory to recall what those cooks did when she was a maid.
I thought about it for a long time, but didn't remember much.
It always came little by little, so she cut the vegetables first.
Zhongqing had cut vegetables before, holding a knife and cutting the vegetables into uneven pieces, and she had to think about how to cook the next dish all the time.