Chapter 311 Torturing the child, he also feels uncomfortable
"Don't touch it!" Jiang Shaochuan's roar startled Qianxun so much that she retracted her hand, only to see Xuanyuan Ge suddenly laugh.
The man pulled out a clean handkerchief from the inside pocket of his suit and slowly wiped the coffee stains on Chihiro's fingertips, his movements so gentle as if he was wiping a fragile treasure.
"Starting tomorrow, come and iron my shirts every morning at seven."
Xuanyuan Ge stood up and casually threw the coffee-stained handkerchief into the fireplace. The flames instantly engulfed the wrinkles on the fabric, "If I find out that you're secretly contacting Shen Hanxing..."
He didn't finish his words, but just tapped Jiang Shaochuan's bound wrists with his knuckles.
Shen Qianxun nodded hurriedly, and when he saw the man turned around, there was a piece of grass debris on the back collar of his suit.
That was what he had just touched in the secret compartment. He wanted to reach out and brush it off, but he suddenly retracted his hand when he touched the dark gray.
Xuanyuan Pavilion has always been very cautious.
Of course I could feel his movements.
After discovering that the little guy had no ill intentions, he suddenly became interested.
He asked someone to take Jiang Shaochuan out.
Then, he stood in front of Shen Qianxun.
"If you can make me happy today, I won't hurt your teacher. How about that?"
Shen Qianxun didn’t know what was going on.
There was danger at the archery hall at that time, and this uncle went over there clearly to help.
How come I'm acting like an enemy to Uncle Jiang after just a few words?
He didn't even understand what was going on.
It suddenly became like this.
"uncle."
He is actually very anxious now.
Because both the teacher and he are missing, my mother will definitely be sad.
Maybe his mother is looking for him everywhere now.
He couldn't make his mother sad and angry.
So I have to go back early.
But he couldn't abandon his teacher.
You can't just leave.
"What do you want? I can cook."
Shen Qianxun couldn’t wait to show off his strengths, hoping that the other party would be satisfied and quickly let them leave.
Xuanyuan Pavilion was a little unhappy.
“You live with Shen Hanxing, and she actually lets a little kid like you cook?”
“No, no!”
Shen Qianxun quickly waved his hands to deny it.
"I like cooking."
Xuanyuan Pavilion couldn't understand.
How could anyone in this world like to cook!
Isn’t that all work?
If you don't cook for others, you will be fired. Then you won't get a salary and won't be able to support your family?
Cooking will produce fumes.
You might get burned if you're not careful.
Why would anyone like this.
He sat on the black sofa.
Looking up, his villa was entirely in black, white and gray.
It seems too cold.
Today, Shen Qianxun was wearing an orange top, which became the brightest color in the house.
It actually makes the house feel a little cozier.
Many years ago.
Lingling also likes these brighter colors.
Every time she stands in the crowd, the bright colors of her clothes catch people's eyes.
Thinking of the better things in the past, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
The whole person looks much softer.
“What kind of meals can you cook?”
Shen Qianxun came over and answered obediently.
"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stewed rice, stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat, and bean sprouts."
As he spoke, his tone automatically became proud.
Feel that you are very great.
And Xuanyuan Pavilion: “???”
What is going on?
The last time I heard these strange names was when I was with Lingling.
"Forget it, just go to the refrigerator and do whatever you want."
Shen Qianxun asked cautiously.
"Uncle, can I make three servings? The teacher hasn't eaten yet."
Xuanyuan Pavilion's originally good mood was instantly covered with a layer of gloom.
"I want two portions, don't give him any!"
He looks vicious and evil.
It looks like it wants to eat people!
"All right."
Shen Qianxun lowered his head.
Now it's certain.
This Uncle Xuanyuan has a very bad relationship with the teacher.
It seems like there is a bit of an enemy tone.
But it doesn't matter.
It's just cooking.
It’s up to him, the chef, to decide how much to make.
In short, he will satisfy Xuanyuan Pavilion as soon as possible.
Get out of here as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that he was fine again.
He immediately ran into the kitchen.
The huge room seemed empty in an instant.
The white light kept dancing, casting the shadow of Xuanyuan Pavilion on the off-white wall, like a crumpled old newspaper.
Shen Qianxun stood at the kitchen door and looked back at him.
I always feel that this person is so lonely.
I really want to do as the kindergarten teacher said, singing a few songs can make me happy.
never mind.
Let’s cook first.
He tiptoed to open the refrigerator, and the cold air that hit his face caused a layer of water droplets to condense on his eyelashes.
The refrigerator was empty except for a few bottles of imported mineral water and a box of dark chocolate.
Chihiro pursed her lips and suddenly found half a bag of flour at the bottom.
His smiling face had wrinkled into a small bun, and this was probably the only ingredient he could use to perform his tricks.
But it's better than nothing.
After all, Xuanyuan Baopi would not agree to let him go out to buy ingredients.
Let’s get started!
He rolled up his sleeves, cleaned his fingers, and began preparing the flour.
He sang while he worked.
Seems very happy.
This success made Xuanyuan Pavilion uncomfortable.
Xuanyuan Ge leaned on the kitchen door frame, looking at the little guy's back as he kneaded dough on a low stool.
The hem of the orange shirt swayed gently with the movement, like a dancing flame.
"Uncle, do you have eggs?" Chihiro's voice interrupted his reverie.
He couldn't help shaking his head.
What's going on?
I actually feel that the current Shen Qianxun is somewhat similar to the previous Lingling.
Xuanyuan Ge raised his eyebrows and pointed to the top shelf of the cupboard: "Get it yourself." Before he finished speaking, the little guy had already stepped on the stool and reached the egg carton shakily.
He subconsciously reached out to help, but when he touched Shen Qianxun's body, he suddenly retracted his hand, as if he had touched a red-hot iron.
There was a soft sound of eggs being beaten into the basin.
Xuanyuan Ge's pupils shrank slightly as he looked at the little guy's profile as he kneaded the dough seriously. This child's eyes were so clear, like the glass fish tank Lingling kept on the windowsill, you could see through it at a glance.
"What does your mother, I mean Chen Hanxing, usually teach you?" Xuanyuan Ge's voice was barely perceptible with tension.
The dough formed into round balls in Shen Qianxun's palm: "Mom said that beautiful things should be praised, so that they will be happy."
The man suddenly turned and left the kitchen, the sound of his leather shoes beating out a rapid drumbeat in the empty corridor.
The sentence just now.
Lingling also said that.
It was like opening Pandora's box of his memory.
He stood at the door of the study on the second floor, staring at the dusty oil painting on the wall.
The woman in the painting is wearing a goose yellow dress, holding a bunch of roses in her hand, and the hem of her dress is stained with a few spots of grass green.
Lingling was wearing this skirt on the rainy night when she escaped.
Over the years, he has developed a shadow over these colors.
It was the first time I walked into this room.
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