When I Fell For You (MTL)

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When I went down, Zhao Xin had already returned. The chicken that had been killed and chopped into small pieces was placed in a white porcelain bowl.

"Are you down again?" Zhao Xin looked back at Yu Youning.

"Yes." Yu Youning walked over and poked the chicken with his finger, "I'm really fine. Don't worry about it."

"I'll cut the vegetables." Qing'an looked at the washed dishes, feeling that if he let himself cook, he couldn't do anything. It should be okay to cut everything.

Qing'an's cooking skills are just scum. Of course, Yu Youning is not much better. Zhao Xin is even considered a chef compared to them.

These three people are all favorites for takeaways.

So, when Qing'an cuts vegetables, Zhao Xin cooks rice and cooks soup with the recipe, Yu Youning doesn't know what to do at the station.

I can only help with cleaning and handing the plates, then turn around for a while next to Zhao Xin and say: "Mom, let me cook."

"Just you? Go away and go away." Zhao Xin said, pushing Yu Youning away.

So, Yu Youning paced again to the side of Qing'an and said: "I will cut the rest."

But Qing'an just stared at the dishes on the cutting board, chopped squeaky, and didn't answer Yu Youning's words at all.

Ruined. In high school, once Qing'an had this kind of cold war state, it could last for many days.

At that time, even if Yu Youning used Qing'an's favorite snack, it was difficult to coax her back.

After cutting a bunch of potatoes with uneven thickness, Qing An just put the potatoes in the bowl, and Yu Youning rushed to take the bowl and add water.

Qing An still ignored her, just continued to cut other vegetables.

Listening to the sound of the knife on the chopping board, Yu Youning leaned aside, his eyes moving with Qing'an's movements.

"Qing'an, come here, come and taste it." At this moment, after Zhao Xin fry a green vegetable next to him, he turned around and waved to Qing'an.

After all, Qing'an is a guest, Zhao Xin would be afraid that what she did would not suit her taste, and she would not be full.

"Oh good!" After Qing'an listened, put down the knife, ignoring Yu Youning next to him, walked to Zhao Xin, picked up the chopsticks, and put a piece of vegetable in his mouth to chew.

"How?" Zhao Xin looked at Qing'an.

"Would you like to add a little more salt?" Qing'an put down his chopsticks.

"Okay, how much do you want to add?" Zhao Xin took a small spoon and scooped up a little salt, and then asked Qing'an.

"Half of this."

Therefore, Zhao Xin shook off a little bit before sprinkling the remaining salt in the spoon into the pot. After the stir-fry, she asked Qing'an to try it again.

This time, Qing'an hurriedly said that it was delicious and good, and then both of them laughed.

Yu Youning turned her head and cut the cucumber that Qing'an hadn't finished cutting just now.

After Qing An came over from Zhao Xin, he saw Yu Youning standing there cutting vegetables, stroked his arm, and said to Zhao Xin: "I'll go to the living room to cut some fruits and get a fruit platter later."

"Okay, you go." Zhao Xin nodded.

As a result, Zhao Xin and Yu Youning were left in the kitchen.