Xiaotong was a little embarrassed, "Uh, um, you're injured, doesn't it matter?"
The man said expressionlessly, "Don't worry, you won't die."
Xiaotong was a little angry, "I didn't mean that."
This man, doesn’t he care? Why do you always misinterpret other people’s opinions?
Huangfu Lin had already rolled up his sleeves and started to take action. Fortunately, his injury was on his left shoulder, which did not affect the use of his hands. But his body, which had just been shot, was obviously very weak. With a few simple movements,
But it also made him feel very strenuous.
Xiaotong couldn't bear to see it. Oh, I wish she had learned to cook from her mother. At least she didn't have to be like now, having to rely on a wounded patient to fill her stomach.
I was just thinking wildly when I heard two bangs.
After taking a closer look, I discovered that Huangfu Lin was patting garlic. The tomatoes and green onions on the chopping board had been cut into sections, as well as a few slices of ginger.
Seeing that she was stunned, Huangfu Lin said bluntly: "Stop being in a daze and hurry up and boil water to cook noodles."
"Oh." Xiaotong quickly helped.
Huangfu Lin ordered again, "Use hot water, hot water cubes."
Xiaotong nodded and quickly poured boiling water into the pot.
I had nothing to do, so I asked curiously: "I didn't expect you could cook!"
Huangfu Lin sneered, "Is cooking such a great thing?"
"That's not the point," Xiaotong blushed. "The point is that you are a man!"
Especially, as a powerful CEO and big boss, it is really surprising that he can cook. Most of the men she knows around her can't do it, and her father can't even cook in the kitchen.
I have never been in. Let alone Han Shaoqi, who has been wearing clothes and opening his mouth for food since he was a child. He is a picky person who eats ready-made food.
Huangfu Lin said calmly, "Who said men can't cook?"
Xiaotong was choked. Well, this person really doesn't know how to chat.
But she was in for a treat today! Who had the honor to eat the noodles made by President Huangfu himself? Finally, the grievance she suffered today was worth it.
Huangfu Lin glanced at her and said, "Stop watching the fun and ordering the pot."
"Oh," Xiaotong responded and quickly put noodles into the boiling water.
Huangfu Lin turned on another stove, put in oil, and prepared to make marinade. After the oil was hot, put the ginger slices into the pot and stir-fry them to taste, then poured the beaten eggs into the pot, stir-fried them with a spatula, and then added the fragrant sauce.
, stir-fry until fragrant, add the tomatoes, stir-fry, and add salt. After the tomatoes are cooked and fragrant, scoop a few spoons of boiling water from the pot on the side where the noodles are cooked, pour it on top to make a marinade, add MSG after the pot is boiled, and turn off the heat.
The whole process was neat and tidy, and it was done in one go. It was obviously a very ordinary and pyrotechnic thing, but when he did it, his movements were as smooth as flowing water, and there didn't seem to be any smoke or dust at all.
Xiaotong was dumbfounded. She was holding the pot lid in one hand and chopsticks in the other, staring blankly with her mouth slightly open, looking very funny.
Huangfu Lin pretended not to notice her embarrassment and just smiled: "Are the noodles cooked?"
There was a trace of sweetness passing through my heart. No matter how earth-shattering things I had done in front of my brothers before, I was not more satisfied than being looked at by her with such adoring eyes at this moment.
Xiaotong came back to her senses, said "Ah" hurriedly, and concentrated on cooking noodles.