Chapter 101: I worship you

In the kitchen, the uncle chef stood by, looking at his boss with suspicion. After hesitating for a long time, he tentatively said, "Master Qin, let me do it."

Before Qin Yanchuan opened his mouth, Shi Yang, who was standing next to him, said with a smile:

"No, no, uncle, you take a rest. You don't have to stay here. The kitchen won't explode."

The chef was still hesitant, and Shi Yang added: "You are already thirty years old, how can you not know how to cook? I am just testing Uncle Qin."

Hearing this, the chef's pupils trembled slightly, and he became even more suspicious.

At this time, the young master was small in stature but very courageous. He actually dared to say such words. I don't know who gave him the courage.

However, the person involved, Mr. Qin, didn't seem to care much and said to the chef in a low voice: "Go out first."

The chef then responded and left the kitchen, looking back every few steps.

Qin Yanchuan stood in front of the kitchen sink with a few sweet potatoes in front of him.

He took off his coat and wore a gray turtleneck sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his graceful forearms.

The sweater is close-fitting, not loose, and it outlines the man's broad shoulders and narrow waist. As he moves, the muscle lines can be faintly seen under the fabric.

Shi Yang stood at the back, admiring the beauty for a while, then went to Qin Yanchuan's side.

"Uncle Qin, let me test you..."

"Don't talk." Qin Yanchuan was very foresighted and interrupted him.

Shi Yang closed his mouth, put his hands in front of him, and stood by very obediently, watching Qin Yanchuan's every move.

Qin Yanchuan couldn't remember how long it had been since he had cooked by himself.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, he was stunned for a moment, and his drooped eyelashes blocked the emotions that flashed through his eyes.

Qin Yanchuan put his thoughts aside, put the sweet potatoes into the basket, then turned on the faucet and carefully scrubbed the sweet potatoes with his slender and well-proportioned hands, not even leaving out the cracks.

Wash the sweet potatoes and drain the water.

Shi Yang cleared his throat, then leaned his head forward and uttered a soft "wow".

"Uncle Qin, you washed it so carefully and cleanly that there isn't even a speck of sand left. You can eat it directly."

Qin Yanchuan didn't even raise his eyelids. Words used to coax a three-year-old child were useless to him.

Qin Yanchuan walked to the oven, took out the baking tray, and preheated the upper and lower tubes to 220 degrees for five minutes.

After doing all this, he lined the baking sheet with tin foil and placed the sweet potatoes neatly on it.

Shi Yang continued his performance, praising in a clear and melodious voice: "Uncle Qin, you are really good at cooking. You even knew to preheat the oven first."

Qin Yanchuan pursed his lips and stood in front of the oven waiting.

Treat him like a fool.

"Wow, Uncle Qin, you are so smart. Baking sweet potatoes will easily leak oil and get all over the place. If you line the baking pan with tin foil, this won't be a problem."

"The sweet potatoes are neatly arranged, very beautiful, and look very appetizing."

Qin Yanchuan: “…”

He pulled out a piece of kitchen paper expressionlessly and began to wipe the water stains on the countertop.

Shi Yang was buzzing in his ears like a little bee, "Uncle Qin, you are awesome. You even know how to clean the kitchen. It's so clean now. It makes me feel good just by looking at you."

"Uncle Qin, do you know how handsome you look when you're serious in the kitchen? I admire you so much."

Then he took out his cell phone, turned on the camera function, and pointed the camera at Qin Yanchuan. "I'm going to take a few photos of you. You have to look at them before going to bed every day, so that you can have a good dream."

Qin Yanchuan remained indifferent and threw the kitchen paper into the trash can, but the corners of his lips twitched up silently, but it disappeared in a flash.

Shi Yang noticed this with his sharp eyes and silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

Sure enough, the value of "I Have a Thousand Words to Praise Children" is still increasing, and not a single word is read in vain.

He wants to put that book up for display.

After preheating, Qin Yanchuan put on gloves and put the sweet potatoes into the oven.

"Bake for 20 minutes, then turn it over and bake for another 20 minutes."

Shi Yang's throat was a little dry from talking. He opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of mineral water. He squeezed it open and drank two sips, then continued to cheer:

"It will definitely smell delicious when baked like this. Uncle Qin, you've worked hard. I'm going to bake the best for you."

Qin Yanchuan took off his gloves, and suddenly raised his hand to pinch Shi Yang's cheek, looking at his slightly pouting mouth due to the deformation, "Your mouth..."

Shi Yang looked at him innocently with his puppy eyes that drooped slightly, "Hmm?"

Qin Yanchuan stared at him for two seconds, then let go of his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Stop talking."

Not long after, two people came out of the kitchen one after the other.

Shi Yang subconsciously raised his hand and scratched his neck. In fact, after applying the medicine, it was not itchy anymore.

Qin Yanchuan caught a glimpse of his movements from the corner of his eye and suddenly said, "I'll give you some medicine."

Shi Yang said subconsciously: "Brother Qin Zhuo has already given me sex, so I don't need it anymore."

Qin Yanchuan said in a gentle tone: "Still itchy?"

“A little bit.”

Qin Yanchuan sat down on the sofa, picked up the ointment on the tea table, opened the lid, and said in a normal tone: "The ointment I applied to you is useless. I will apply it to you again."

Shi Yang almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

This old guy...what is he doing? If you want to give him medicine, just tell him directly.

Really, it made him a little embarrassed.

[Will the host still be embarrassed? ]

The system's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Okay, Ah 8, you can continue to remain silent. ]

Shut up.

Shi Yang walked over in small steps, holding her hands, and sat down next to Qin Yanchuan with dignity, "Uncle Qin, I didn't expect..."

Qin Yanchuan: "Then don't even think about it."

The spell was interrupted and Shi Yang felt as if a hundred feathers were tickling his fingers.

Qin Yanchuan squeezed the ointment on his palm and covered Shi Yang's neck with his other hand, "Come here."

Feeling the warm touch, Shi Yang obediently moved closer to the man, raised her face, and revealed her fair and slender neck.

Qin Yanchuan applied the ointment on his reddened neck, massaging the skin with his warm fingertips and slowly spreading the ointment.

The broad palm pressing on the back of Shi Yang's neck had not yet released its grip.

Shi Yang's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed his saliva, "Uncle Qin, do I need to touch my neck when applying medicine?"

Qin Yanchuan didn't blush or breathe heavily. He pinched the skin on the back of his neck gently and said calmly: "To prevent you from moving around."