"Why are you standing at the door?"
Lan Jixuan belatedly appeared at the door of the kitchen and asked Hua Yixian.
"The gentleman is far away from the kitchen." Hua Yixian turned around and repeated the reason for her refusal, then looked into the kitchen.
Lan Jixuan stared at Hua Yixian, and then kicked him into the kitchen unprepared.
"What are you doing!" Hua Yixian shouted.
Lan Jixuan blocked the door of the kitchen, "Don't misinterpret it. Is this how the words are used? Brother Hua, did you have any shadow of the kitchen when you were a child?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Lan Jixuan stared at Hua Yixian and smiled so hard that he had no choice but to fold his arms and turn around and walk towards Shui Miaomiao.
Shui Miaomiao, who was watching the show on the side, quickly looked away and suppressed his smile.
She thought she would be quiet at first.
Lan Jixuan and Hua Yixian had a tacit understanding. When they came to visit him a few days ago, they bumped into each other. Now that they met, they started fighting and arguing again. The strange tacit understanding increased.
"Miaomiao, look, he kicked me. How could he become so cruel after not seeing me for a few days?"
Sanmao looked at Hua Yixian's open arms, and the dough in his hand fell heavily onto the chopping board.
Hua Yixian's lunging action changed abruptly, hugging the pillar on the side, looking at Shui Miaomiao, sniffing pretendingly, "You're all bullying me, this is my home."
Lan Jixuan rolled up his long sleeves and stepped into the kitchen, looking at Hua Yixian.
Immediately, Hua Yixian stopped talking, silently let go of the pillar, and moved out of the kitchen. I don't know if it was because Hua Yixian had become timid or because Lan Jixuan was a little more serious.
Shui Miaomiao raised her hand and grabbed Hua Yixian's sleeve, raised her head and blinked, and Hua Yixian couldn't move her feet anymore.
"A gentleman should stay away from the kitchen~"
Hua Yixian said pitifully and slowly sat down next to Shui Miaomiao.
It looked like Shui Miaomiao was forcing her into prostitution.
"Are you mysophobic?" Shui Miaomiao approached Hua Yixian and asked in a low voice. If so, she would not force anyone to stay.
Hua Yixian shook his head, "I don't have that problem."
Lan Jixuan originally helped at the stove because he wanted to help, but he had never cooked before, and Simu felt that he was not as useful as Sanmo, who could at least have the strength to help knead the dough.
Lan Jixuan was mercilessly driven away from the stove and walked towards Shui Miaomiao, "I told you not to use random sentences. If there is a shadow, just say there is a shadow."
Shui Miaomiao tilted her head and looked at Hua Yixian curiously. What shadow could it have on the kitchen? Did she fall into the stove? They usually fall into the toilet!
"Miaomiao, what's your look like?"
Shui Miaomiao was thinking a little wantonly, and she quickly covered it up with a smile.
Hua Yixian said helplessly: "Okay, let me tell you, please stop thinking about weird things. It's my sister. My sisters bombed the kitchen."
"Sisters?"
Hua Yixian nodded, "Yes, sisters, they take turns to explode!"
"It's all because I was ignorant when I was a child. I was envious of other people's sisters who knew how to make pastries. Then my kitchen disappeared from the sky.
With the past unbearable to look back on, Hua Yixian took Shui Miaomiao's arm and said, "My Hua family has excellent genes in every aspect, but we just don't have the talent for cooking. Miaomiao, you won't blow up the kitchen too, right?"
Leng Ningchi, who was adjusting the stuffing, looked over instantly.
Shui Miaomiao raised her head, gave Hua Yixian a big smile, and then bit him on the shoulder.
"Ahhhh, Miaomiao, what are you doing!"
If she hadn't had little strength now, she would have definitely jumped up and beat Hua Yixian.
"You can question me about anything, but you can't question my cooking skills. I've been cooking for more than 30 years, and I haven't had any accidents. It's very safe!"
Leng Ningchi laughed in a low voice, looked away, and stirred the stuffing in the bowl, "Thirty years, Miaomiao, are you thirty years old?"
"The enemy." Hua Yixian echoed from the side.
"You mind me!" Shui Miaomiao stuck out her tongue at Hua Yixian, "I've been practicing cooking since I was born, right?"
"Okay, okay." Hua Yixian laughed and turned forward and backward. Shui Miaomiao felt that her teeth were itching again.
"Brother Hua, you'd better stay away from Miaomiao."
Lan Jixuan dragged Hua Yixian away from Shui Miaomiao, "I'm really afraid that you might accidentally knock Miaomiao off."
"No, I don't want to leave." Hua Yixian hugged Shui Miaomiao's arm and refused to let go.
Sanmao looked over, holding the dough in his hands particularly forcefully.
"Come and sit in the middle." Hua Yixian knew the current situation and pulled Lan Jixuan to sit in the middle. "Let the three of us who can't cook join the group to keep warm."
Saying that, Hua Yixian wrapped his arms around Lan Jixuan.
"Let go! Hua Yixian, don't challenge my bottom line!"
"No, you said you live in Huazhai, why do I feel like I haven't seen you for half a month." Hua Yixian ignored Lan Jixuan's threat and rubbed his head against Lan Jixuan's arm.
Lan Jixuan's face turned dark instantly. He wanted to struggle, but he was afraid of hurting Shui Miaomiao who was sitting beside him.
Shui Miaomiao pulled Hua Yixian across Lan Jixuan, "I've told you several times, I can cook, I can cook, I can cook! If you don't remember, I will stab you in the face."
"Yes, yes, you can make it, but you don't know whether you can eat it or not. Look at Ning Chi's expression when he thought it was you holding the spoon."
"Ah ah ah, Hua Yixian, are you looking for death?"
In the middle, Lan Jixuan was helpless and was used as weapons and shields by the two people on the left and right, and was dragged around unscrupulously.
"Miaomiao, is this thickness okay?" Sanmao asked, holding up the rolled out dough, and rescued Lan Jixuan who was about to be knocked unconscious.
"Hey~ did you roll it?"
"Can't you?" Sanmao lowered his hands. Sure enough, he was not suitable for such delicate work.
"No, no." Shui Miaomiao let go of Lan Jixuan's clothes and clapped his hands repeatedly: "I mean, most people can't roll out the dough with bare hands so thin that it won't break. That's why we are making dumpling ears today, not Siomai, a little thicker.”
"I'm trying, slave."
"I don't think I can be of much help here. Why don't you two let me go back and change my clothes?"
"ah?"
After Shui Miaomiao finished instructing for three minutes, she turned around and looked at Lan Jixuan, whose coat was pulled down to his shoulders, and burst out laughing.
Lan Jixuan turned his head and looked at Hua Yixian faintly.
"Look what I did, I didn't laugh." Hua Yixian said seriously, until he looked up and saw Lan Jixuan's messy hairstyle.
"Pfft, hahaha, no, I can't bear it." Hua Yixian then patted his thigh and laughed.
"Farewell." Lan Jixuan wanted to leave, but Hua Yixian hadn't let go of his clothes yet.
With a 'wow' sound, it completely turned into a one-line collar, with a little bit of sex appeal.
"Be serious." Shui Miaomiao reached out from behind Lan Jixuan and patted Hua Yixian, making a look to prevent Lan Jixuan from getting angry.
After making eye contact for a few seconds, the two nodded and held Lan Jixuan's left and right arms at the same time.
"What are you going to do? Let me help you sort it out." Hua Yixian said, while Shui Miaomiao nodded aside and expressed her agreement with practical actions.
Pull up Lan Jixuan's clothes and smooth out the lining.
Hua Yixian tried her best to stuff Lan Jixuan's hanging hair back into the crown.
He wants to leave even more!
Lan Jixuan sighed helplessly, still at the mercy of the two of them, too lazy to resist.
