When Mu Qing discovered that the person who walked in was Fei Yanchen, the food in his hand fell to the ground.
Fei Yanchen bent down to pick up the vegetables on the ground and put them in the sink.
"Mr. Fei, no need, I can do it!" Mu Qing said quickly.
"Mom, let Mr. Fei come and help. He also wants to eat, so of course he has to do it himself." Mu Yihan replied while standing outside.
Mu Qing was really impressed by her good son.
Fei Yanchen glanced at Mu Qing and showed no intention of leaving.
He didn't say anything and the atmosphere was very depressing.
Mu Qing could tell he wasn't in a good mood. Xiao Han must have brought him here. He even went to buy groceries. It was really hard for him.
Mu Qing didn't dare to chase him out. She glanced at his expensive white shirt and took off the apron beside him. "Mr. Fei, would you like to wear an apron?"
Fei Yanchen raised his hands and stood there.
Mu Qing looked at his posture and thought he wanted her to help tie it.
She walked towards him with the apron in her hand, and had to stand on tiptoe to barely put the apron on him.
Suddenly, he bent down suddenly, and the distance between them suddenly became closer!
Mu Qing's heart suddenly tightened.
The tips of their noses were about to touch.
"Mr. Fei, it's done." Mu Qing reminded in a low voice.
Fei Yanchen straightened up, and Mu Qing quickly went around behind him and tied the apron.
She felt her heart couldn't take it anymore just by tying an apron.
"How can I help you?" Fei Yanchen looked at the pile of dishes, not knowing where to start.
In fact, he didn't need to help, but Mu Qing didn't dare to say it.
"Do you want chicken soup or stir-fry?" she asked.
“Stir-fry.”
"Then chop the chicken."
“How do you chop it?”
Mu Qing put on the small apron she bought for Mu Yihan, washed the chicken, placed it on the chopping board, picked up the knife and was about to chop it when her wrist was grabbed.
"I'll do it."
Mu Qing was about to move aside when she suddenly felt a heat on her back and fell into Fei Yanchen's arms. His arms were so long, wrapped around her, holding a knife, ready to chop the chicken.
"Is that so?"
Mu Qing was no longer able to think, and his heartbeat had exceeded the normal capacity.
Fei Yanchen suddenly raised his hand and chopped at the chicken.
Mu Qing was startled and subconsciously shrank into his arms.
Fei Yanchen looked at her. Was she so timid? It seemed like there were tricks on the Internet specifically targeting timid girls.
"Isn't it chopped like this?" Fei Yanchen asked.
Mu Qing shook his head, picked up the chicken, and pointed at the breast: "Chop it in the middle first."
Fei Yanchen chopped the chicken into two halves as she said.
"Chop it into small pieces, almost the same size." Mu Qing continued to instruct.
Fei Yanchen picked up the knife and chopped it off piece by piece.
The chicken pieces on the chopping board are of uniform size and look really pleasing to the eye.
After chopping the chicken, Fei Yanchen put the knife aside. But he still hadn't held it enough and didn't want to let go.
"Do you want the meat chopped?"
"The meat needs to be cut." Mu Qing responded softly.
"How do you cut it?"
"This is tenderloin. You can make sweet and sour pork tenderloin. Cut it into slices."
Fei Yanchen took out the meat, washed it, and started slicing it.
Mu Qing stared at it blankly. It was cut neatly and in the same size.
"What else is there to do?"
"Wash your hands first." Mu Qing felt that his back was sweating and his head was hot and messy.
Fei Yanchen looked down at her.
Her ears and neck were red, and there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on her forehead. Her little face looked like a flower that had just opened.
It looks like he's shy.
Don't be stingy with your own strengths, and keep a sense of distance. This is true.
The online love guides seem to be useful.
At the very least, he is much more reliable than Rong Ji and Chen Kai!
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