Wen Qiao was preparing lunch. She had just finished chopping the vegetables when she suddenly saw a figure walking towards her.
She suspected it was Zhao Minghan, but never considered it was Shen Jichuan.
Shen Jichuan doesn't cook at all, nor does he care what he eats or drinks for three meals a day.
He seems easy to feed, but he eats more when he finds food that suits his taste and less when he doesn't.
Entering the kitchen, it was quite a surprise.
Wen Qiao glanced at him and continued preparing.
Shen Jichuan wanted to say something, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.
Wen Qiao turned her head and glanced at Shen Jichuan.
"Just say what you want to say."
Shen Jichuan snorted, "You think you're so smart. I just wanted to tell you, don't have any inappropriate thoughts. Zhao Minghan is old enough to be your father."
Wen Qiao curled her lips slightly and said in a low voice, "You're old enough to be my father, so what?"
As Wen Qiao spoke, she put down the kitchen knife and deliberately walked up to Shen Jichuan.
She reached out and touched his chest, teasingly.
"Aren't you even a little bit flustered?"
She couldn't guarantee that she would fall in love, but she could tell that Shen Jichuan was genuinely flustered and at a loss.
I guess he's never been touched by a woman before, so he's not used to it.
The moment Wen Qiao's hand touched him, the man pressed it down.
Seeing his disgusted expression, she frowned and said, "Your hands smell like garlic, what are you touching?"
He then slapped Wen Qiao's hand away.
"Cook well."
Wen Qiao pursed her lips and turned to cook.
Zhao Minghan looked at Shen Jichuan, who had been indifferent just moments before, but seemed to be in a good mood after coming out of the kitchen, and he found it strange.
Wen Qiao has been used to cooking since she was a child, and she can prepare everyday meals relatively quickly.
With the ingredients in front of her, Wen Qiao stir-fried celery and shredded pork, dried shrimp and bok choy, garlic-flavored pork belly, and braised chicken. While the meat was cooking, Wen Qiao also fried some peanuts and smashed some cucumber.
The cold dishes are served first, followed by the stir-fried dishes.
Once the chicken is stewed, serve it directly.
I also cooked a hot and sour soup to whet the appetite.
Wen Qiao even thoughtfully came out and asked what staple food they wanted to eat.
There were ready-made noodles in the Shen family's kitchen.
Li Ling prefers to keep cooking simple and rarely makes hand-pulled noodles; she mostly buys dried noodles from outside.
There's more than we can eat in this kitchen.
Wen Qiao casually cooked some noodles for them; it wasn't much trouble.
Before Shen Jichuan could speak, Zhao Minghan said that she wanted to eat scallion pancakes made by Wen Qiao.
"I still miss the scallion pancakes you made at my house before."
"I never expected to be able to eat at Kikawa's house today."
Shen Jichuan didn't speak, but he glanced at Wen Qiao again.
Seeing her respond with grace and poise, as if she were the lady of the house, speaking politely yet respectfully to her guests.
hostess?
When did he introduce Wen Qiao into the Shen family as the mistress of the house?
Shen Jichuan spoke up, "Then let's make scallion pancakes."
Wen Qiao nodded, said okay, and turned to go to the kitchen.
Just as Wen Qiao finished making the scallion pancakes, she was carrying them out of the kitchen to the living room.
Li Ling, who had gone out to bandage her wound, returned with Wang Zhihui.
Shen Haiyang also returned with them.
"Sir, I'm so sorry, I didn't expect to cut my hand while chopping vegetables."
Shen Jichuan was talking to Zhao Minghan when he heard them return. He stopped talking and looked up.
After hearing what Li Ling said, Shen Jichuan said, "Since you cut your hand, you should rest well first."
Li Ling hurriedly said, "Then who will take care of you while I'm not home? This time it's really my fault for delaying your meal with the guests."
Zhao Minghan's eyes were fixed on the scallion pancake in Wen Qiao's hand.
Hearing Li Ling's words, he turned to look at Li Ling.
"Sister Ling, don't say that. Comrade Wen Qiao's cooking is quite good, with excellent color, aroma, and taste."
Shen Haiyang gave Wen Qiao a look of disgust.
"Uncle Zhao, you must be mistaken. Can Wen Qiao cook? Her cooking is worse than pig swill, how could it possibly be delicious and visually appealing?"
Zhao Minghan couldn't stand it anymore.
"Haiyang, how can you talk like that? You haven't eaten Wen Qiao's cooking. She used to work as a nanny in my house, and I ate her cooking for two months. I can guarantee that Wen Qiao's cooking, while not comparable to state-run restaurants, is definitely delicious."
What did Shen Haiyang catch? The nanny?
Wen Qiao went to work as a nanny, but she also went to Uncle Zhao's house?
"Uncle Zhao, how could you hire Wen Qiao as your nanny? She's a wicked and scheming person. She's very good at plotting against people. You need to be careful; she might try to scheme against you."
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