Chapter 1168 Hot Dishes
“My godmother went on a trip, and I rode horseback with my grandpa there. We’ve had dinner, have you eaten?”
Bo Yanqing shook his head, “Not yet. "
"Then I'll cook it for you!"
Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows and looked at her funny and pleading, "Forget it, let me do it. What do you want to eat? ?”
He went to the kitchen and planned to rummage through the refrigerator.
Nan Jiaojiao actually had to jog to catch up with him. It had only been a few days, and he was almost like a human being. He was neatly dressed, and the gauze wrapped inside could not be seen at all.
“I brought it back!”
Nan Jiaojiao raised the two big bags in her hands to him, and approached him slyly and said, “I said it was delicious. Grandpa asked the kitchen to make one for me, and I brought it back without touching it."
Bo Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you really wanted to cook."
His mind immediately thought of her past achievements and those two bloody steaks.
Nan Jiaojiao glared, "I'm going to heat up the food, isn't it me who cooks!"
Bo Yanqing laughed, "Yes, you are right."< br>
Nan Jiaojiao shook her head with satisfaction, put down the things, then helped him to the sofa, carefully protecting him and sitting down, "You watch TV for a while, I will be fine soon."
She found the remote control, put it in his hand, and then snatched it away. She probably thought that he couldn't even use the remote control, so she enthusiastically called up Peppa Pig for him.
Bo Yanqing was sitting in the living room with a group of pigs. He didn't want to look at it. He turned slightly sideways and looked at the open kitchen.
Nan Jiaojiao was wearing an apron and was busy talking. She took two pots at first and poured the oil in confidently. The oil didn't even heat up, but it just started to smoke, so she put it in When the meat and vegetables were put in, there was a sting and she stepped back in fright. The spatula in her hand was like a defensive weapon.
Bo Yanqing immediately stood up, forgot to take the crutches, and fell back on the sofa. He didn't know where he was rubbed, and he gasped in pain.
He suppressed his voice, not letting her hear the movement. After taking a breath, he said: "Jiaojiao, there is no need to add oil to hot dishes, and the fire does not need to be so high."
"Huh? What?" Nan Jiaojiao was like a deaf person. She couldn't hear a word clearly. The pot was all mushy. She stood in front of a ball of black smoke that kept rising up, as if it was about to turn black at any time. of.
Bo Yanqing was still sitting still, so he walked over with his crutches, pulled her further away, and turned off the fire.
He really wanted to scold her, but when he turned his head, he saw Nan Jiaojiao's dark face, looking at him innocently and blankly. It disappeared again.
“You.”
Bo Yanqing looked at the paste in the pot, “What is this?”
Nan Jiaojiao stretched her neck and took a look, "I don't know, it seems to be beef fillet with black pepper."
"You can heat the food like this, it's just..."
Nan Jiaojiao He jumped over in two steps, grabbed his arm, and blinked.
Bo Yanqing immediately changed his words: "It's okay, I'll do it."
"No! You're injured, you can't hold the spatula, stand by and teach me, I'll do it."
Bo Yanqing felt a little guilty and didn't dare to let her move, but Nan Jiaojiao was afraid that he would snatch it away, so she picked up the pot and poured out the waste vegetables, washed them and put them back.
She took out the two bags of vegetables and spread out the lunch boxes one by one.
Ask: "Which one should be heated first?"
"Let's make soup, it's easier to wash the pot."
"Okay."
Nan Jiaojiao opened the soup box, and Bo Yanqing subconsciously held it up, fearing that she might not be able to hold it steady.
(End of this chapter)