It's like I'm not really competing for cooking with you.
Yang Taotao stared at him with a smile on his face, then smiled and drove him out: "You just wait for food outside."
"No." He reached out and pulled her little hand, holding it tightly, and his voice was particularly gentle: "Can I give you a hand? I'll sit here and watch you cook."
"Well..., OK." She generously allowed him to stay.
So Qi Yifeng looked at her with a smile.
Yang Taotao stood and tied her apron on her back, then turned her back and asked him to help her tie a bow around her waist.
While he was sitting, his eyes fell on her back and waist, which was set against her round buttocks and her figure was concave.
Qi Yifeng was excited when he saw it, and his hands that were hitting Butterfly Red were trembling.
Thinking of the dream he just made, he held such a small waist and did whatever he wanted on her body.
Qi Yifeng choked up and felt a little dissatisfied with desire.
Why do you always think of those things?
He quickly calmed down and didn't dare to take a look: "Yes, that's OK."
Yang Taotao didn't know that he was thinking about this, because her mind was all on the pot of pickled chicken wings.
Wow, so fat and big.
"I want to fry the chicken wings first." She thought about it and poured the oil bottle into the pot.
She had seen servants frying chicken wings before, so she knew how to do it.
Qi Yifeng stopped her: "Don't worry, let's get other dishes first, otherwise the chicken wings will cool down when the other dishes are ready."
She didn't care about the star Taotao. Now she really wanted to eat fried chicken wings, so she poured down the cooking oil: "It's better to be cold."
Qi Yifeng smiled bitterly. She had already poured oil. Can he still say something bad?
Yang Taotao was a little willful, but he didn't feel annoying in his eyes.
He pampered her: "Okay, okay, let's fry the chicken wings first."
"Yeah." She turned on the fire happily, and then waited for the oil in the pot to boil.
While waiting, she ran to look at the chicken soup next to her. At this time, the water was just rolling, and the chicken and medicinal herbs inside were rolling with the water.
It looks so beautiful.
Qi Yifeng looked at the pot of hot oil and called her: "It should be possible to put the chicken wings."
"Oh." The woman who was anxious to eat fried chicken wings quickly took the pot of marinated chicken wings and poured them into the pot with all her brains.
"No..." Qi Yifeng shouted.
Unfortunately it's too late.
Then a large pot of chicken wings fell down and stirred up all the oil in the pot.
She flew into Yang Taotao's arm all of a sudden, and she screamed in pain: "Ah..."
The big bowl in her hand fell to the ground and broke all over the floor.
At the same time, her body retreated, and her right leg hit Qi Yifeng's wheelchair. The disaster never came alone.
"Taotao." Qi Yifeng was frightened by her, and his face turned pale. He quickly reached out to catch the fallen Yang Taotao, and stopped the tragedy in time.
The kitchen was in a mess instantly.
Qi Yifeng stabilized her as soon as possible, and at the same time reached out to turn off the fire. When he looked at her again, he found that her face was very pale and her eyes were wide open.
Her left hand held her right arm, and her eyes were red with pity and aggrieved: "I..."
"Are you okay?" He let her lean into his arms and checked her right arm.
"It hurts so much." Her voice was crying.
"It's okay, let me see." He took away her little hand and saw that the arms were covered with red.
Oh my God, the area that is scalded is quite large.