In Lei Qiqi's impression, Shen Yichen didn't know how to cook, so when he suddenly bought a bunch of ingredients one day to make delicious food for her, she was really surprised.
There is usually no fire in Lei Qiqi's apartment, but the kitchen is fully equipped with all the utensils.
She thought Shen Yichen was joking, but when he walked into the kitchen in a decent manner, she was really a little uneasy.
"Hey, are you my Uncle Shen?"
She simply dropped her computer, stopped playing games, and ran behind him.
"What do you think?" Shen Yichen smiled and took the chosen dishes to the sink to wash.
Lei Qiqi squeezed over to help, and from time to time would grab water and pour it on him. He let her make trouble and didn't hide.
She didn't go out today, she was still wearing a nightgown, her hair was tied into two ponytails, and she looked like a homebody.
"Shen Yichen, when did you learn to cook?"
"recent."
"Why do you want to learn?"
"Well, for the sake of my own stomach." You can't eat takeout every day, or you'll get tired of it. Besides, he only knows some home-cooked food, so the taste may not be good.
But when cooking, with her around, even my mood will improve.
"Stomach? What do you mean?" She still didn't understand. Seeing him clumsily cutting cucumber slices, she couldn't help but pick up a piece to eat.
Mr. Shen's cooking skills don't look very good, she thought to herself.
"You don't know how to do it, you have to learn it alone." He said dotingly, and cut the cucumber slices into shreds.
Lei Qiqi was stunned for a moment. Although she knew what he was referring to, she didn't think much about it at this time. She just squeezed over and grabbed his knife again, "I'll do it, who said I can't do it."
"Don't make trouble."
"I really know how to cut them into shreds. You want to make cold cucumber shreds, I know."
"Okay, come on, don't cut your hands, I'll make soup."
The two of them were busy in the kitchen, and Lei Qiqi would scream in surprise from time to time, which made him always run over to see her worriedly.
"It's so thick. I obviously want to cut it very finely."
"It's okay, the taste will be the same after mixing."
"That's it, Uncle Shen, do you want to make pork rib soup?"
“How about braised pork ribs?”
"Yes, yes, but can you really do it?" Lei Qiqi looked up at him with some doubt.
"I just learned." He reached out and pinched her cheek, causing her to protest: "Your hands just touched the fish!"
"It's okay, you won't want to eat fish for a while."
What kind of logic is this?
Lei Qiqi angrily picked up the fish that had been washed and was about to be put into the pot and poked him in the face, "Kiss it, you will eat it later anyway."
"You're not right? You want to kiss it indirectly?" Shen Yichen smiled.
It seems like I haven't felt so relaxed and at ease in a long time.
I remember that she was so lively and cheerful in the first year when she was adopted by the Shen family.
It turns out that people's temperament can really change according to their mood and environment.
"Shen, sink!" Lei Qiqi stamped her feet, ran over to him and stuffed it into his neck without wiping her hands. He smiled and dodged for a few times, then she lifted up his clothes and put them on his waist.
Shen Yichen couldn't bear it, "Don't make trouble."
"Who told you to laugh at me?"
"Do you want to eat at noon?" She kept messing around him, and he suddenly forgot how to cook fish and how to cook braised pork ribs.