Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Don't want to see it?” Deep Mo Jing casually threw an access card from a high-end neighborhood onto the coffee table in front of Qin Shiting: “Orlando International is yours tonight, room only, the opening code is Seasonal Warm Birthday. ”

Qin Shiting whispered, “How do I know when your woman's birthday is? ”

Season Warm has already entered the kitchen with the basket in his hand, but he can still hear Qin Shiting outside: “Besides, I'm not fucking stupid. Put it in the mouth of a good meal. Do you want to go to your place for takeout? ”

Qin Shiting threw his coat at them with his bare hands. He sat on the couch in such a stylish position. He was so ready to wait for the season to warm them up and make them a good meal.

When Ji Wen came out, he saw Qin Shiting's copy of the old man's face today. He couldn't help but laugh and found an apron around his neck. He turned around and went back to the kitchen.

“By the way, can Seasonal Warm cook?” Qin Shiting remembered the most serious problem, and he frowned.

Mo Jing deeply unanswered, the suit had long been put aside by him, casually unbuttoned the cuffs, held up the shirt sleeve, carelessly but coldly said: “You should say that you are fortunate to be able to taste my woman's cooking. ”

Qin Shiting smiled and made it clear whether he believed it or not: “Really? Am I food-poisoned today? ”

Mojing Deep: “You can choose not to eat hungry. ”

By the way, Mo Jing Deep has entered the kitchen, see the season warm is washing vegetables, walking over: “What more do you want to wash? I'll help you. ”

Seasonal warmth didn't lift its head and continued to wash the dishes seriously: “No, I can do it myself. Dr. Qin's house should usually have servants to clean up or cook. There is nothing missing in this kitchen. It's good to find, I can handle it by myself. ”

In the talking room, she turned around to get the peeling tool to peel the potatoes, and her back was wide open to the dark side of the ink.

The man behind her approached and helped her tie the two straps behind the apron.

“Is the tape loose? I just had water on my hand, I just tied it twice, didn't pay much attention.” The season warmed up and looked behind him, lifting his eyes and smiling deeply at Ink.

The little woman smiled softly, turned back to continue washing vegetables, and the serious appearance kept Ink from looking deeply.

There seems to be a harmony in the kitchen. Qin Shiting still deeply doubts that Seasonal Warm is a thousand gold ladies who never have sun and spring water on their fingers. How can they cook?

Sounds like there's no mess in the kitchen or the sound of pots and pans falling on the floor, it's stable, orderly and harmonious and calm, and the movement of dish washing and cutting is more like the most appealing rhythm in the world.

Ji Wen can really cook, this perception makes Qin Shiting start to doubt life.

“Oops, last night was all vegetarian, now it's all vegetarian.” Seasonal Warm suddenly poked out in front of the kitchen door and looked at Qin Shiting, who was sitting on the couch doubting his life: "Dr. Qin, you must be familiar with this neighborhood, can you go to the fresh supermarket to buy me a fish and some meat suitable for stir-fried vegetables? ”

Qin Shiting raised his eyebrows and glanced back at her in surprise: “Do you want me to buy it? ”

“Do you want me to go?” Seasonal warmth lifts hands still stained with water: "I'm still cutting vegetables in the wash, which is a waste of time. ”

“Where's your man?” Qin Shiting sat casually on the back of the couch.

“Jing Shen is helping me. He's not familiar with your neighborhood.” Seasonal warmth said, "Hey, smile at him again:“ Dr. Qin, if you want to eat early, please help me run a leg, or we'll all be hungry ~ ”

“Trouble!” Qin Shiting threw up a slot impatiently, but still got up, picked up his coat and put it on the arm bend, then picked up the electronic car key, walked away with his long leg, and went out the door.

Seasonal Warm went back to the cupboard, but only for a moment, Mo Jingshen had helped her cut all the dishes that had been washed into separate categories.

And then you see the man in the shirt trousers proportionally distributing the seasoning needed for each dish in every bowl, and the man was already long and pulled out, and now he's standing here doing this, from the elite at the top to so much at home, and it actually produces a kind of contrasting warm, dead gentleness.

Most of the things she did were done by him, so Mo Jingshen wasn't helping her at all, but clearly she was beating him.

Tsk, in this way, what Mo Jingshen just said to Qin Shiting outside should become: It is absolutely a privilege for Qin Shiting to be able to taste the rice that Mo Jingshen has cooked!

……

Qin Shiting bought raw fish, raw meat and other raw ingredients and came back. He threw the shopping bag in the kitchen and ignored them. He went back to the bathroom and washed his hands twice.

Seasonal warmth saw it, leaning in the kitchen next to Ink View and mumbling: “I heard that doctors have a habit of washing their hands dozens of times a day, and it seems true. ”

Ink smiled deeply, nothing to say, the man revealed his little arms outside the cuffs of his shirt, put the pan up by the natural gas stove, and the movement was smooth and handsome.

As Ji Wen cut the newly bought meat, he whispered: "Did Dr. Qin really give up his inheritance rights to the Qin family company and insist on being a doctor because he loved studying medicine since he was a kid? ”

Mojing's deep tone is faint: “No. ”

“Huh? Was he forced to do that?” Seasonal warmth surprised.

Mo Jingdeep did not answer, when he saw the season warm in the meat cut, the sharp knife almost rubbed against her finger every time, although he was not cut finger, he was still eyebrows almost invisible, faint: “Go to the back to pick some green vegetables suitable for salad, you simply get a vegetable salad. ”

“Okay.” Seasonal warmth said, putting down the knife in her hand, washing her hands and turning around, picking up her little basket and walking out.

In the backyard, seasonal warmth picks fresh vegetables, and in the kitchen, it's also a quiet place.

Qin Shiting Yu leaned over the sofa, ready to get some sleep before getting up for dinner.

As a result, his eyes closed, his footsteps were farther and closer, and his calf was kicked suddenly. Qin Shiting opened his eyes and saw Ink Jing with a silver glittering kitchen knife in his hand. His eyes were clear and sharp.

“Come here, give me a hand. ”

“Isn't there a season warm? What did I do?” Qin Shiting lay still.

“Go inside and cut the meat if you want to eat.” Mo Jing withdrew this sentence, turning around and walking back.

Qin Shiting rubbed his eyebrows, got up, walked to the kitchen door with his arms around his chest, lazy voice: “Do I have to cut your meat with my scalpel hand? Why don't you let the season warm up before you go out? ”

Mojing's head didn't go back either: “She's not fit to use a knife. ”

Qin Shiting turned a white eye.

Fearing that his woman would cut her finger, she said, so crowned as if no one could hear.

“I found that since you had a woman, you've really broken through my perception of you, and the four words spousal maniac fit you. ”

Mo Jing Deep: “Excellent. ”

Qin Shiting: “…”