I, Qing Huan

Nanyang slept directly into the early morning of the next day. She still woke up habitually at the time of Mao Shi, and when she was hazy, she saw the clock on the table pointing to six and one.

She moved her head and found herself resting on Qing Huan's arm.

Qing Huan hugged her from behind her, with the other hand wrapped around her waist, still sleeping. Several strands of long curly hair spread on his bare arm, and the tail curled around his wrist, revealing a seductive chestnut color in the faint morning light.

Generally speaking, a normal modern person will not wake up naturally at six o'clock. But Qing Huan is still filming today. I heard that she mentioned yesterday that she will pass early in the morning. So Nan Yang gently squeezed her soft cheek which was mostly covered by curly hair, and whispered in a low voice, "Get up."

Qing Huan snorted. Before she woke up, she closed her eyes and grabbed Nan Yang's finger, and put it to her lips to kiss.

"...I got up today, I took a day off..." She still didn't open her eyes and hugged Nan Yang lazily.

"Why take time off?" Nan Yang touched the top of her head.

Qing Huan rubbed her ears on the pillow, her voice still a bit vague: "You started to sleep at 6 o'clock yesterday afternoon and haven't been awake... I am worried that you will be uncomfortable today, so... I want to stay and take care of you..."

Nanyang lost consciousness for a moment, feeling softly touched in his heart, and was suddenly rubbed into a pool of water.

"Then you will sleep for a while, I'll make breakfast for you." Nan Yang hugged Qing Huan's back and kissed her ear.

Qing Huan's back stiffened instantly.

The sleepy eyes opened wide, and the voice became clearer: "Don't, don't do it."

Nan Yang knew what she was afraid of, and sighed helplessly: "Don't worry, this time I won't throw any spices. I went to the supermarket yesterday and bought an electronic scale that can weigh in grams. I will weigh everything first. Pour in again."

"That...Nor..." Qing Huan stammered, and tried to find a wording that would not hurt Nan Yang's self-esteem, "You... you were too tired yesterday, so let me do it. You can continue to sleep. Great."

Then she got up and began to button the pajamas.

Nan Yang rubbed his straight black hair, his voice was very soft: "I can't learn to cook for the rest of my life."

Qing Huan said, "Huh?" "If you can't learn it, you can't learn it. I'll be fine."

"But I want to do it for you."

Three thousand years ago, she made a swearing promise to Qinghuan that she would learn to cook in the future and then cook her a large table of dishes. Unfortunately, that promise eventually only became one of the regrets that Qing Huan couldn't break free after a long time after his death.

She must supply all those who owe her.

Qing Huan buttoned the buttons, looking a little embarrassed. She was actually not willing to let Nanyang do the chores. Nanyang should be the woman who was held up and confessed, and she was really not suitable for those dirty work. Nan Yang had been cooking again and again for herself before, and she was already very touched. When she thought of Nan Yang tremblingly holding the spatula with that trembling right hand, she felt distressed.

"You teach me to cook, okay?" Nan Yang asked stubbornly.

Distressed, distressed, if this woman really made a request, how could she not agree.

"Great."

Qing Huan let out a sigh from her nose, took clean clothes from the cabinet to help Nanyang put them on, and when she got dressed, she took her to the kitchen.

When passing by the living room, Nanyang took the electronic scale he bought in the supermarket yesterday.

When Qing Huan was in the kitchen waiting for her to pick up the electronic scale, she habitually took out her mobile phone to check WeChat. Most of the people who add on WeChat are friends in the circle. She has a gentle personality and a good popularity, but anyone who has worked with her is willing to add her to WeChat to keep in touch. But when there is no major event, this group of friends will not chat with her often.

When I opened WeChat today, a screen full of unread messages popped up.

[A.N.T-Xiong Xueer: Boss Nan went bankrupt? What's the hot search? [be surprised]】

[Xia Shan: I wish you all well? 】

[Luo Shen: If I lack money, I can support you a little bit [sad]]

[A.N.T-Jiang Yanran: I heard that Mei's went bankrupt. I didn't hear my dad say it. Is it true? 】

[Cen Ziyan: Tell me if you have any difficulties, I should be able to help you a little bit. 】

[Xiaoye: I wish you how did you pick up the trash yesterday? ! [Terror]]

[Tomorrow night: Hahahahahahaha, fortunately you did not come to the crew today, Master Li is ready to donate to you for crowdfunding hhhhh]

[Qin Jiabao: Oh my god, how come you get bankrupt when you get married? 】

[Sun Xuxue: I wish you a quick call to Boss Nan to read WeChat, she has never returned me! [Crazy][Dull]]

[A.N.T-Danjin: [WeChat Red Packet] Congratulations on getting rich, good luck and prosperity]

[Qi Yi: No, I wish Zhu, boss Nan caught Wawa and broke himself? 】

[Sister Quartz: Hurry up and call back. The company is about to send a clarification draft. You can log on your Weibo to confirm the account status [knock head][knock head]]

Nan Yang walked over at some point and glanced at the screen full of unread on Qing Huan's phone. When she saw a few words, she was also stunned.

"I..." Nan Yang squatted uncertainly, "I'm broke?"

Only then did Qing Huan remember that Nanyang went to bed early yesterday, and she didn't even know that she was dragging a trash bag on the hot search.

Nanyang immediately took out his cell phone and dialed Mei Zhongli's number.

At six o'clock in the morning, Mei Zhongli was still asleep, and when she answered the phone, she was still sleepy in her voice: "Ancestor, I want to ask you good morning, what's the matter?"

"Am I bankrupt?" Nan Yang asked seriously.

Mei Zhongli "Huh?" said, "What? Bankruptcy? What bankruptcy?"

"I heard that I seem to be broke?"

Qing Huan interrupted in a hurry: "No, it's all a misunderstanding. Don't be so nervous."

She explained the cause and effect yesterday, and Nan Yang and Mei Zhongli on the other end of the phone listened to her. Without waiting for Nanyang to speak, Mei Zhongli hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I will immediately contact Xiaotian Entertainment to refute the rumors."

After hanging up the phone, Qing Huan couldn't help laughing, joking Nanyang: "Why are you so stupid that you really believe that you are bankrupt?"

A trace of embarrassment slipped through Nan Yang's eyes.

After a while, she said softly: "...I'm afraid I can't support you."

Qing Huan laughed deeper, turned around to pack up the ingredients, and said while packing up: "What are you afraid of? I'm also a star anyway. If you are really broke, it's okay. You can change me to support you."

Nanyang frowned.

Is there a reason in this world for apprentices to raise masters?

As a teacher, but need to be raised, it is really out of style.

Qing Huan took the phone and responded to her friends' concerns one by one. Later, she found that too many people greeted her, and her hands were numb when hitting her. So she edited a thank-you note and an explanation, and sent it to everyone.

Dan Jin's dialog box was rather special. She didn't send any questions, but sent several red envelopes. Qing Huan knew that something happened to Dan Jin's family recently, and her younger sister had a terminal illness. She was facing huge medical expenses and had to go to the hospital to take care of her younger sister. Because of his hurry, he was put on the hat of strike, and he is still being sprayed on the hot search list. Even though she was so overwhelmed, she still sent herself a lot of money, which is really rare.

Qinghuan thanked her sincerely and returned her red envelope. She wanted to help Dan Jin, but she was afraid of hurting Dan Jin's self-esteem. The transfer amount had been settled, but she could not press the confirmation button.

Forget it, Jiang Yanran will help her.

Qing Huan was busy with her own business here, while Nan Yang played with her electronic scale on the other side.

The electronic scale needs two AA batteries. Nanyang didn't notice this problem when he bought it yesterday. She looked at the electronic scale without electricity for a while, then silently turned back to the bedroom.

When she came out again, holding her favorite Tetris game console on her mobile phone, she walked to the kitchen counter. She pulled out the battery from the game console and placed it in an electronic scale.

Qing Huan finally returned the news. He happened to see Nanyang changing the battery, and his eyes were a little strange: "Aren't you the most precious of this machine, how can you be willing to contribute its battery?"

Nanyang didn't answer directly, just asked: "Are you hungry?"

Qing Huan touched her stomach. Since coming back yesterday, she has been doing exercises in bed and didn't eat dinner. She must feel hungry until now. She nodded, "Well, hungry."

Nan Yang lowered his head and stuffed the battery into the groove of the electronic scale, with a low voice: "Nothing is more important than you are hungry."

Game console only.

Qing Huan pursed his lips and smiled. She put her mobile phone back in her pocket, continued to pack the ingredients, and while choosing dishes, she introduced to Nanyang a simple home-cooked dish that she would teach her in a while.

Cold sweet lotus root.

She didn't plan to let Nanyang treat the raw lotus root, so she peeled and washed it first, put the washed lotus root by Nanyang's hand, and instructed Nanyang to cut it.

Nanyang habitually removed his BM47 from the belt, and held it in his hand after throwing it away. After fixing the safety pin, he was about to cut the lotus root.

Qing Huan hurriedly stopped her: "What kind of knife are you? Is it clean?"

Nan Yang lowered his head and touched the blade, frowning slightly: "It should be... clean."

She obviously shows a frustrating lightness in some small things, but she is completely unconcerned about this kind of thing that really needs attention. I really don't know what kind of cleanliness she is.

Qing Huan took a kitchen knife that was about the same thickness as the knife and handed it to Nanyang. "It's better to use this. After all, it's something to be eaten in the stomach for a while. It's better to be hygienic."

Nanyang did not refute either, and obediently took the BM47, took the kitchen knife, and cut it with his left hand.

Her right hand was badly injured, and in some cases it was indeed not as good as the left hand, but she was always not used to the left hand. At this moment, the lotus root slices cut out with the left hand are thick, thin and thin, the top thick is one finger wide, and the thinnest is more transparent than cicada wings. Qing Huan stood beside her, holding another kitchen knife, took the lotus root sliced ​​by Nanyang and cut it again, trying to make every piece of lotus root evenly thin.

After cutting it, she asked Nanyang to put the lotus root in a pot to blanch water, and put some white vinegar in it to prevent the lotus root from oxidizing and turning black. Nanyang put the lotus root in the pot and immediately went to take the measuring cup to weigh the vinegar, but when she was still busy pouring the vinegar into the measuring cup, the water was already boiled. After a few seconds, the lotus root was boiled down, Qing Huan I had to pour the vinegar bottle in first, and reluctantly said: "Your cup of vinegar will be used later when it is seasoning."

In fact, the recipe for this dish is very simple, but the lotus root is cut and boiled, and then taken out and mixed with the seasoning. The most complicated part is basically finished, only the final step is to pour the seasoning in and mix it.

Nanyang looked at the recipe, carefully spread out a row of small measuring cups, and weighed them strictly according to the recipe. Salt, chicken essence, sugar, oil consumption, soy sauce, vinegar, sesame oil. After all the measuring cups were installed, she rigorously poured the lotus root slices one by one in the order of the recipe.

This time, no matter how shake your right hand, you won't put the wrong seasoning.

After making it, she took a pair of new chopsticks and handed it to Qing Huan, with her eyebrows slightly bent: "Try it."

Qing Huan took the chopsticks with a smile, picked up a piece of lotus root and put it in his mouth. The whole dish was completed under her supervision, and finally there was no unexpected strange taste. Although it was not a delicious dish, it could be eaten as a normal dish.

Such ordinary dishes are far from her cooking skills. But after eating, she still made a surprised expression: "Wow, you are amazing."

Nan Yang looked at her earnestly, with joy in his eyes: "I will learn better in the future."

Listening to this familiar sentence, Qing Huan smiled so that her shoulders trembled.

She picked up a piece of lotus root again, and casually teased: "By the way, I taught Acheng a few times to act, and she chased me eagerly and called Master. Now I have taught you such a big thing as cooking, so are you? You have to call me Master too?"

Nanyang cleared his hands on the kitchen counter.

She frowned slightly, looking at Qinghuan who was eating sweet lotus root, her tone was stained with seriousness:

"presumptuous."

Qinghuan bit the lotus root slices and looked at Nanyang confusedly.

What presumptuous? Why are you presumptuous?