Leng Shao's famous family group dotes on his wife

Leng Yincheng looked at the home-cooked dishes he made, and prepared the preliminary work very patiently.

He even made strict demands on the chef: "You don't have to be embarrassed to say, just do whatever you want. In addition, I want to arrange the plate. You can find some patterns suitable for me, a novice."

"You can make little flowers and grass, or a smiley face would be nice."

The chef gave pertinent comments on the side.

On the contrary, Leng Yin admitted that he really studied it.

"Smiling faces made of home-cooked food, the pattern is a bit inconsistent."

The chef cut out a pattern of a smiling face by himself.

"The young master's technique is so good, the cut must be very beautiful. Although it does not meet the side dishes of home-cooked dishes, I believe Miss An An must be very happy to see it."

"Her happiness is more important than anything else."

Leng Yincheng cut his own side dishes to decorate according to the chef's style, and placed them next to the plate, which looked pretty.

Qiao Anan stood secretly at the door of the kitchen, walking towards Leng Yincheng cautiously step by step.

When Leng Yin admitted that he was really busy, he stood on tiptoe and covered his eyes.

"Guess who I am?"

Leng Yincheng put down his work, grabbed Qiao An'an's hand with both hands, and spoke very distressed.

"Why did you get up? Didn't I let you take a good rest?"

Qiao Anan deliberately used a fluttering voice, hiding behind Leng Yincheng and smiling.

"Isn't this just to see what you're doing?"

Leng Yincheng patted Qiao An'an's hand lightly: "Don't make trouble, I'm preparing dinner."

Qiao Anan put down her hand, put her back behind her, and looked over.

"I know, it seems that you have prepared home-cooked food for me."

"If you want to eat, then prepare."

Leng Yincheng bowed his head and busy arranging the plates, what he said was very natural.

Qiao Anan stood beside Leng Yincheng moved, washed his hands carefully, and looked around curiously.

"let me help you."

"No need."

Leng Yincheng continued to bow his head and was busy, completely ignoring Qiao An'an.

Joan Ann retracted her hand solemnly, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright, you learn how to cook. If I am on a business trip in the future, you can cook by yourself and take good care of yourself."

Seeing the two having a happy conversation, the chef quietly retreated to the kitchen door, quietly waiting for Leng Yincheng, in case there was any sudden call.

Leng Yincheng turned around with a smile, raised his hand to Qiao An'an's forehead, and flicked it lightly.

"What a silly girl. When you're not around, I'll let the chef prepare the meals."

"You're smart." Joan Ann completely forgot about it, raised her hand to rub her forehead, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

Leng Yincheng gently grabbed Qiao An'an's shoulders and pushed her out of the kitchen.

"Go back and wait for me."

Qiao Anan really had no choice but to obediently point to the outside of the kitchen.

"Then I won't be polite to you, hurry up and do it, I'm a little hungry."

"Okay, my girlfriend."

Leng Yincheng bowed like a gentleman, and respectfully asked Qiao Anan to leave the kitchen.

Joan left happily.

The day's work was quite exhausting, so she fell back on the sofa and continued watching the movie.

Leng Yincheng saw that Qiao An'an was still looking forward to the home-cooked food he made, so he made stricter demands on himself.

He shouted to the chef to arrange the dishes very seriously.

In the middle, I also want to do some difficult carvings.

It may cause the carving knife to be a little sharp, and accidentally cut the fingertips.

He didn't say anything, just washed it with cold water twice.

The chef standing on the other side saw it, and quickly called the housekeeper.

"Hurry up and get the first-aid kit, the young master's hand was cut."

The housekeeper ran back in a hurry, called the servants to look for the first aid kit, turned around and ran into the kitchen to check on Leng Yincheng's situation.

Seeing the flustered look on the servant's face, Joan Ann subconsciously sat up straight.

"What happened?"

"Back to Miss An'an, the young master accidentally cut his hand when he was doing the carving."

Before the servant could finish speaking, Joan Ann got up and ran back to the kitchen.

faster than anyone else.

"what happened?"

She grabbed Leng Yincheng's hand and looked carefully.

After tossing and turning, the delicate and white palms looked fine.

Leng Yincheng raised his other hand with a smile.

"What a fool, it's the hand that's hurt."

Qiao Anan glanced at Leng Yincheng in embarrassment: "Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

She grabbed Leng Yincheng's other hand and looked at it carefully.

Leng Yincheng smiled and withdrew his hand.

"It's not a big problem."

"It's not a big problem, let me take a look too! You should stop cooking! The wound is easily infected when it touches water."

Qiao Anan took the medicine box from the servant, and skillfully picked up the alcohol cotton to disinfect Leng Yincheng's wound.

Then he took out a tube of hemostatic and anti-inflammatory ointment, and carefully applied it to Leng Yincheng with a medical cotton swab.

She took a medical band-aid again, and helped Leng Yincheng to bandage it carefully.

While tying the bow tie, she exhorted Leng Yincheng distressedly.

"You have to keep an eye on your own wound and replace the Band-Aid in time. Once the wound is healed, you should open the Band-Aid immediately, otherwise it is easy to cover up a white mark, which will affect the healing function of the wound."

Listening to Qiao An'an's rambling, Leng Yincheng stood aside and silently withdrew his hand.

"Make a big deal out of a molehill."

This sentence was said with a smile.

It wasn't a big problem at first.

Qiao Anan stood on tiptoe, imitating Leng Yincheng's movement just now, and flicked his forehead vigorously.

"It's not a big problem, but we should pay attention to it, okay?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Leng Yincheng nodded happily, his obsidian-like eyes were full of pampering.

The wound was bandaged, and a home-cooked dinner was almost ready.

The butler wanted to bring his servants to serve the dishes, but Leng Yincheng directly refused.

"I want to come in person."

Qiao Anan stood beside Leng Yincheng with a smile, and stretched out her hand.

"I'm here to help you."

The two entered the restaurant with food together, like a newly married couple. The two of them cooked and ate together, looking extraordinarily warm.

Leng Yincheng opened a chair for Joan An as a gentleman, and pointed to the food in front of him.

"Braised pork with quail eggs, stewed fish, your favorite stir-fried vegetables, sweet and sour pork ribs, and a side dish."

Qiao Anan sat at the dining table, watched Leng Yincheng wrap a napkin around himself, and looked at the man in front of him with a smile.

"Thanks a lot."

"Why are you being polite to me?"

Leng Yincheng took good care of Qiao An'an before sitting at the dining table.

Qiao Anan picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of ribs for Leng Yincheng, then picked it up by herself and took another big bite, closing her eyes contentedly.

"It smells good."