Chapter 21
Su Qiong didn't expect that he wanted to take the initiative to wash the dishes. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Okay." She put the dishes she had just washed on the edge of the sink, turned the faucet, and washed the foam off her hands.
Mu Yunting rubbed his palms together and stood there observing the pool.
The pot and the porcelain bowl were stacked together to soak in water, and a small porcelain bowl that had been brushed by Su Qiong was placed outside the pot.
Su Qiong instructed Mu Yunting to put on an apron first, and joked cheerfully: "It just so happens that you made the dumplings today, and you also washed the dishes. You did it thoroughly, which is worthy of praise!" After she finished speaking, she realized that she seemed to be a little too intimate, and secretly glanced at Mu Yunting.
He had an apron hanging around his neck, and he was tying a bow with his hands behind his back. The apron was the same one he had worn when he cooked glutinous rice balls. After the kitchen was blown up that day, this apron was honored to be Mu Yunting's exclusive apron.
Mu Yunting frowned and touched the bow tie with his hand. Finding that it was not the same length, he pulled it hard, loosened it and tied it again.
Because Mu Yunting had originally renovated the kitchen, thinking only the cook would use it, he installed a regular-sized sink, not big enough for two people to stand side by side and wash dishes. Su Qiong moved out of the way right in front of the sink and stood in front of the oven, shaking off the water from her hands while admiring Mu Yunting in his Pikachu apron, his eyes curved.
The boss's obsessive-compulsive disorder is quite cute.
Mu Yunting finished tying the belt for the third time, felt that the two ropes were the same length, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Qiong shook the water off her hands, stood beside him, and pointed to the pots and bowls stacked in the sink. She said simply, "We have two porcelain bowls, one large porcelain bowl, and a pot. I just washed one. Well, put the ones that were washed with detergent next to the pot where there's no water. Once you've washed everything, rinse it again. If you want, you can wash them all again."
There were faint oil stains floating on the soaked porcelain bowl. Mu Yunting looked at the colorful reflections of the oil, and the pressure increased. He began to regret it. He had the urge to throw these things into the trash can and buy new ones, but he had already made the boast and could only suppress his facial expression.
The more Mu Yunting looked at the oil stains, the more they fermented in his eyes. He seemed to be able to smell the odor of the sewer. He thought that he could not hesitate any longer. The more he hesitated, the more he wanted to give up.
Su Qiong can also touch water to wash dishes, so can I. This is normal. It's just a few drops of oil and saliva mixture...Mu Yunting closed his eyes to encourage himself and reached out his hand.
Putting his hand into the warm water, his fingertips touched the cold porcelain bowl. Mu Yunting took a step forward consciously, breathed a sigh of relief, and numbly began to wash the dishes according to Su Qiong's instructions.
Grease stains... no longer matter...
Su Qiong taught Mu Yunting how to scrub the bowl in one hand and the sponge in the other, scrubbing it in circles. After a few minutes, her eyes widened. She hadn't expected Mu Yunting to pick it up so quickly, becoming adept in no time. Thinking he'd mastered the art, Su Qiong felt too embarrassed to leave immediately, so she simply stood by and watched him.
There wasn't much oil stains on the bowl from the cooked dumplings, and it was even more negligible for Su Qiong.
The man in front of me had broad and strong hands, with distinct joints and moisture. They reflected light under the lamp as he brushed the white porcelain bowl, which was very relaxing.
Su Qiong said: "Let's continue eating dumplings tomorrow. Aunt Lin's cabbage and pork dumplings are delicious."
Who is eating from this washed bowl? Mu Yunting was washing the small porcelain bowl and replied distractedly: "Okay, let me do it alone next time. I'm sure the skin won't break this time." After Su Qiong's teaching today, he only leaked the first five or six dumplings.
As for why the ones at the back didn't leak out, Su Qiong quickly picked them all up.
Mu Yunting replied, then raised his hand slightly, holding the porcelain bowl in one hand and looking at it in front of his eyes. After examining it carefully for a while, he raised his hand and held the bowl in front of Su Qiong. There were bubbles on his hand, and he moved the porcelain bowl too quickly and did not hold it firmly.
"Look at this dish brush—"
Su Qiong looked over and saw the porcelain bowl, which was shining beautifully under the light, sliding to the left in Mu Yunting's hand, as if it was about to fall.
Mu Yunting and Su Qiong:!
Su Qiong's adrenaline was secreted, and time stretched out rapidly in her eyes. She watched the porcelain bowl move slowly, and without thinking, she aimed at the position where Mu Yunting was holding the bowl and grabbed it. Before she could see the situation clearly, she felt the unique smoothness and coolness of the porcelain bowl on her hand. She thought she had caught it, and hurriedly squeezed it tightly.
Mu Yunting was holding a sponge in his other hand. He was a beat late and reached out hastily. His movement was too big, and a few drops of water flew out of his hand and slid in the air.
Su Qiong's heart pounded, and she felt a chill on her face. Coming to her senses, she pinched it, and found that besides the cold and hard touch, it was also soft and warm. She looked back and saw that she and Mu Yunting were protecting the bowl in a twisted posture.
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