"Cough cough cough..." Yi'er's light cough came to my ears. I broke away from Yan Yan's arms in a panic, stood up and raked the ends of my hair awkwardly, but Yan Yan was covering his chest and frowning with some difficulty.
He stood up, and upon seeing this, I hurriedly supported him and asked with concern: "Did he hit his chest?"
A smile appeared on Yan Yi's pale face, he shook his head and said, "No, let me teach you how to cook Chinese food first." As he said that, he took the apron from Yi'er's hand and put it on him skillfully, and walked in without looking back.
The kitchen.
Looking at that unusually tall figure, I always felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. I took off my apron and wrapped it around myself. Just as I was about to enter the kitchen, I saw Yi'er's face looked surprised.
"What's wrong?" I looked at myself and asked in confusion.
"Well, princess, your apron..." Before Yi'er could finish speaking, I walked into the kitchen irritably.
At this time, Yan Yi was immersed in cutting the vegetables prepared by Yi'er. Perhaps he felt the movement at the door and stopped what he was doing and looked up at me.
I walked up to him, thinking of a series of things just now, my head was still in a daze, my index fingers were intertwined, I looked down at my shoes, "Well, if you need help, just say it."
"I'm here to help you."
Why did it feel like the sound came from above my head? I looked up inertly, only to find that Yan Yan was only half a step away from me. He just lowered his head and looked at me with a half-smile. Then he carefully untied my apron and said jokingly:
"The skirt is tied backwards."
My face suddenly turned red. I said that Yi'er was so surprised. The British princess' face was really thrown into the Atlantic Ocean today.
I lowered my head and let Yan Yan fiddle with her skirt. I remembered the way Yan Yan covered her chest and frowned after falling down the corridor, so I couldn't help but ask, "Are you really okay?"
After Yan Yi took a deep look at me, he turned around and continued what he was doing, "It's okay... come here, I'll teach you how to chop vegetables first."
An hour later...
Yan Yi stared at me "deeply" again. I saw his Adam's apple moving with difficulty, then he raised his hand and pointed helplessly at the door, "You, get out!!!!!!!!!"
"Oh..." I lowered my head and walked to the door obediently.
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an hour ago…
Yan Yi's movements were really fast. He was chopping vegetables and tinkering in the pot. I really didn't know what to learn. When he saw that I was doing nothing, he pointed at the small fish in the tank (I didn't know what kind of fish it was).
"You fix it."
I tremblingly grabbed the small fish and didn't dare to start with the knife, until I saw the hammer beside me, so I started beating it without hesitation...
Until the little fish was beyond recognition, Yan Yi walked to me very calmly, pinched it with two fingers, threw the little fish into the trash can, and said calmly: "You are so cruel."
Looking at the poor experiment, I lowered my head in shame, it seemed really cruel.
"Forget it." Yan Yi returned to the stove and stretched out his hand, "Pass me the salt, it's not enough."
When I saw a white crystal, I immediately handed it to Yan Yi as if he was offering a treasure, but he frowned and said, "You don't have to do it." Then he directly ignored me, grabbed another white crystal, and went to it coolly.
Sprinkle it into the pot.
I dipped my index finger on something on my hand in confusion, licked it lightly with my tongue, and muttered to myself depressedly: "Eh? Why is this salt sweet? Shouldn't it be salty? It doesn't make sense. Even if it's been left for a long time, it's normal.
Chemical reaction…”
Before I finished speaking, I noticed that Yan Yin rolled his eyes and continued with his hand movements, "You hold the candy."
"..."
half an hour ago…
When Yan Yan was making his specialty Kung Pao Chicken, I found a raging fire coming out of the pot. When I was thinking about how to put out the fire, I picked up a bucket of water next to me and started pouring it on.
Go up...
The room was silent and only the sound of "sizzling" burning could be heard. When I raised my eyes, I saw that the bangs in front of Yan Yan's forehead had been burned until white smoke came out...