The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 8 Come here, I will teach you (8)

After returning from the supermarket, Qiao Rong watched Song Jiaran carrying a bag of ingredients to the kitchen, thought for a while, and followed.

As soon as he turned around, he almost bumped into Qiao Rong who was close at hand and couldn't hide his curiosity. Song Jiaran: "..."

"what happened?"

He stepped back a little and turned his head sideways.

Qiao Rong said solemnly: "Study."

She hasn't cooked before, so take every opportunity to learn.

The young master will definitely set a good example for her.

Song Jiaran paused for a moment without speaking, and then began to process the ingredients.

Equivalent to the default.

Qiao Rong looked at his series of perfect operations, and a small spark of admiration burst out silently in his eyes.

At the same time, there was suddenly a trace of hesitation and regret.

What to do, are the cooking steps so complicated?

It feels like a long time to learn.

Could Song Jiaran be impatient?
Qiuqiu looked at the host's slightly distressed look and had already automatically started to help her search for various recipes in this plane.

Being watched eagerly by a pair of bright eyes, Song Jiaran suddenly stopped the movement of his hands, exhaled softly, turned his face sideways, and met Qiao Rong's adoring eyes.

"..."

Qiao Rong tilted her head slightly, not understanding what happened. After thinking about it, she suddenly said cautiously: "Did I disturb you?"

Song Jiaran, who wanted to drive Qiao Rong out of the kitchen, paused for a moment, then calmly said, "No."

Slowed down, and handed her an onion: "Don't you want to learn? Learn to peel onions first."

Then, he demonstrated it to her.

Qiao Rong took the onion, touched it curiously, and then patted her chest: "Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Song Jiaran took a look at her, then went on to deal with the remaining ingredients.

After a while, a small sniffing sound suddenly came from the side.

Song Jiaran paused, then turned his head suddenly.

I saw Qiao Rong sucking her little nose, a little blush on the tip of her nose, and two small crystal tears in her eyes, precariously on the verge of falling.

Qiao Rong still didn't understand what happened. She didn't know why her eyes and nose were itchy. She wanted to sneeze, but she kept holding back. There was a mist in front of her eyes, so she couldn't see clearly.

She raised her hand up, just about to wipe her eyes, when suddenly a slightly moist hand grabbed her wrist and stopped her movement.

Qiao Rong looked up in confusion, and vaguely saw Song Jiaran's slightly frowning brows and worried eyes.

Then, the other hand gently stroked her eye sockets, wiping away the tears she wanted to shed.

There is a hint of tenderness vaguely.

An indifferent yet soft voice fell beside her ear: "Don't wipe your eyes with the hand that touched the onion, or it will make you feel worse."

Qiao Rong nodded blankly: "Oh..."

Song Jiaran grabbed her hand, applied hand sanitizer on her, gently wiped each of her fingers, and then put it in the sink to rinse for a while.

Qiao Rong stared blankly at the hands of the two, feeling the intimacy of the skin-to-skin contact, a little bit lost.

After washing his hands, Song Jiaran handed her two paper towels, and then pushed her out of the kitchen: "There's no rush to cook, I'll do it today, you go sit on the sofa."

As he spoke, he just took a quick look at her and closed the kitchen door.

Qiu Rong stared at the closed door in front of her for a while, scratched her head, then turned and walked towards the living room.

At the same time, he was silently annoyed in his heart.

What should I do, if I can't even cook well, then there is no reason to stay by Song Jiaran's side.

Qiao Rong sat on the sofa with some confusion.

But did not see.

The young man in the white sweatshirt in the kitchen stood in front of a pile of ingredients. He didn't move for a long time. He just stared at his hands in a daze. His body was slightly stiff, and his earlobes were stained with a thin red.

(End of this chapter)