Don't Look at the Cloud, Look at the Skirt First
"I'm just going out to buy some ingredients." Qiu Changtian who was changing his shoes said.
"Yes, yes!" Fujiang let out a sigh of relief and watched Qiu Changtian leave. She sat on the sofa until the door was completely closed. She waved her smooth and attractive white feet leisurely, waiting for Qiu Changtian to come back.
The thought of being able to eat Qiu Zhangtian's cooking made her very happy.
Walking on the empty street, Qiu Changtian sighed and looked at the new moon,""How good would it be if she wasn't Tomie?”
Finally, he smiled, shook his head, and walked to a shop that was still open.
Thinking that it was already late at night, Qiu Changtian wanted to make something simple. Then, he looked at the ingredients on the counter and couldn't help but pinch his wallet, encouraging it,""Mr. Wallet, you have to hold on!"
Qiu Zhangtian came back with a bag of ingredients and some seasonings. The first thing he saw was a pair of beautiful feet.
This reminded him of the poem," The feet on the clogs are like frost, but the socks are not worn ". However, looking at Fujiang's feet, Qiu Changtian suddenly felt that the poet really did not understand women. How could a woman's feet be described as " frost "? It was like milk, white jade, or a freshly peeled egg.
What kind of foot could make the poet sigh," Today's people don't look up at the clouds, but look down at the skirt first."
Now he understood that Tomie's feet were enough.
Fujiang lifted his legs and looked at Qiu Changtian. He said happily,""You're back."
"Yes." Qiu Changtian placed the ingredients on the table and asked,""Don't you usually cook at home?”
"No…"
"How embarrassing."
"Then from now on, you'll cook my breakfast, lunch, and dinner, okay?”
"My hiring fee is very expensive."
Hearing this, Tomie almost choked on her saliva. She laughed and said,"Are you stupid, or are you unromantic?”
"…I just don't want to talk to you.”
"Humph!"
Qiu Changtian came to the kitchen and put on the new apron. He showed off his skills and said,""Okay, let's make fresh shrimp wonton noodles.”
With his obsessive-compulsive disorder, he arranged the ingredients neatly from large to small and then counted them in order."Rape, instant noodles, prawns, seaweed, shiitake mushrooms, frozen chaos, dried shrimps.”
After he finished counting, he started to do it.
He peeled the prawns, removed their heads, removed the catgut, and kept the tails. Then, he washed the processed prawns.
It looked better this way.
After washing the cole, soaking the mushrooms, and making a cross knife, the bowl of noodles would be even more beautiful. Qiu Changtian thought casually. This was something that people who loved life would do.
After that, he washed the chives and minced them.
After all the ingredients were prepared, he took out the soup pot, put in a suitable amount of water, and boiled it. Then, he added the noodles and wontons. After cooking, he scooped them out.
In order to save time, Qiu Zhangtian used instant noodles. After a little cooking, he could fish them out first. However, since it was summer now, the cooked noodles needed to be washed with water.
After the water was boiled, he added cole, seaweed, shiitake mushrooms, prawns, dried shrimps, pepper, salt, chicken powder, and sesame oil to season. Finally, he placed the wonton and noodles into the seasoned soup and sprinkled with chives.
In order to taste better, Qiu Changtian wanted to use soup, but the current situation didn't allow it, so Qiu Changtian used the soup used to cook noodles.
After he was done, Qiu Zhangtian looked at his work in satisfaction. He hummed a tune and adjusted the structure of the noodles before bringing it to the living room.
"Yours, mine." Qiu Changtian happily placed the cutlery on the table and said,""I'm going to eat ~"
From the moment they started cooking, Fujiang noticed that Qiu Changtian was in a good mood. He asked,""Do you like cooking that much?"
"No."
"Then why are you so happy?" In her memory, Qiu Changtian rarely smiled. Most of the time, he would have a cold face or say something weird.
Qiu Changtian said," I'm happy doing what I like. For example, eating candy, playing the piano, and writing novels. These are all my hobbies. After all, life is already very difficult. I can find something useful to relax myself.”
"Do you still have something to worry about?"
"There are. For example, you. It would be good if you could be more peaceful. For example, Wu Sha. It would be good if you could walk out of the door. For example, it would be good if your wallet could bulge.”
Seeing Qiu Changtian's happy expression when he picked up Wu Sha, Fujiang was a little jealous and started eating his noodles.
Her favorite food was foie gras and caviar, so she didn't have much hope for this bowl of noodles. However, when she took the first bite, her eyes couldn't help but sparkle. She couldn't help but say,"It's so delicious. It's even better than the food made by top-notch restaurants.”
"After all, I did it."
"Yes, yes!"
" A guy who can cook is always a good cook," Fujiang thought to himself as he looked at Qiu Changtian who was cleaning up the dishes.
Unfortunately…this man was not interested in her. How could she make him like her?
She had thought about this for a long time, but there was no answer.
Thus, she remembered her usual technique.
Borrowing a knife to kill!
If she was not guilty of letting someone else kill the person he liked, then she was the person he liked.
……
Blade: You might not believe it, but I was borrowed.
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