Chapter 309 It’s okay, I will
Tang Su was speechless again.
She picked up the pepper she had cut, thought for a moment, and cut it again. This time she cut the pepper in half, and then began to cut it carefully. But even so, she still cut it in a mess, cutting long and short, thick and thin, and even almost cut her finger.
When Xue Yao saw this scene, he quickly stopped what he was doing.
He walked over, patted Tang Su's shoulder, and said, "Let me do it."
Xue Yao could see that Tang Su didn't know how to cut vegetables at all. To be more precise, he didn't even hold the knife correctly.
Tang Su's face turned as red as a ripe tomato, and he felt a little embarrassed.
"Well... I can't cook." Tang Su realized that she really couldn't help at all.
"It's okay, I can do it." Xue Yao took the knife from Tang Su's hand and replied with a smile.
Tang Su left the kitchen and took the initiative to make room for the boy. She did not say anything but stood at the kitchen door, watching the boy in front of her skillfully chop the peppers, ginger and garlic on the chopping board quickly and in less than three minutes.
There was a hint of envy and admiration in Tang Su's eyes. Compared with Xue Yao, she felt that she was far behind in every aspect.
"Xue Yao, do you often cook at home?" Tang Su couldn't help but ask after Xue Yao finished cutting.
He operated the machine skillfully and it was obvious that he was not a novice.
Xue Yao turned around and his gaze stayed on Tang Su for a while.
He replied: "Occasionally, I learned it from my father."
"Your father?" Tang Su was a little surprised, because in her impression it seemed that most families' mothers cooked.
"Yeah, but he hasn't been home lately."
Tang Su had only met Xue Yao's mother, and that was after he moved here. As for Xue Yao's father, he actually had some impression of him, because when he was browsing Xue Yao's circle of friends before, he seemed to have seen him post a photo of his father.
He looks 40% like Xue Yao.
"Tang Su..." Xue Yao saw Tang Su standing still, so he pointed to the living room and said, "Go and have a rest. The TV remote control is in the drawer of the coffee table. The room on the right hand side of the door is the study room, which has a computer."
Xue Yao was afraid that the girl in front of him would feel bored.
Tang Su turned around and came to the living room. The decoration style of Xue Yao's house was completely different from his own house. This house was decorated in the neo-Chinese style. There were screens, calligraphy and paintings, ink-colored background walls, and solid wood furniture with classical characteristics in the house.
As soon as Tang Su came in, he felt that the house had a kind of ancient and elegant charm, which matched the temperament exuded by Xue Yao and Xue Yao's mother.
Tang Su didn't turn on the TV.
She couldn't remember how long it had been since she last watched TV. She usually watched it on her phone or computer. In her eyes, the TV was just a decoration.
Tang Su walked around the living room and then came to the south balcony.
This balcony faces south, just like the balcony in my own home. Standing on the balcony, you can see the Jinlan River not far away.
There are many potted plants on the balcony. Tang Su saw green ivy, anthurium, daffodils, orchids, succulents, and what seemed to be the lucky tree.
There is also a desk on the balcony.
There is a pen holder on the desk, and the pens inside are not fountain pens or ballpoint pens, but brushes.
Calligraphy? Tang Su wondered if Xue Yao could write calligraphy.
No, she can write calligraphy, but her handwriting is ugly.
(End of this chapter)
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