happy life of stars

Qin Shu went to the bathroom first and changed his clothes into shorts. The weather in Yanjing was dozens of degrees higher than that in Sunlight City, and it was in the heat of the summer.

He quickly changed his clothes and saw that Song Xian'er hadn't come down, so he sat on the sofa in the living room by himself, turned on the TV and watched boredly, waited for a while and saw that Song Xian'er hadn't come out, and said, "Hey, give me a glass of water anyway. "

"Don't you have hands?" Song Xian'er's voice came from the second floor.

"I'm a guest, okay? Do you entertain guests like this? I'm hungry."

"It's really hypocritical, wait a minute."

After a while, Song Xian'er came down from the second floor. She went up to change into a long dress at home and took off her makeup.

Qin Shu looked at her and said, "I think you look better without makeup."

"Really?"

"Really, the dress is beautiful too." A girly gown with pink flowers.

"If you have vision,...you sit down first, and I'll cook."

Song Xian'er smiled slightly, opened the refrigerator, and it was full of ingredients.

"Why do you have so many things in your refrigerator? Isn't it expired?"

"No, usually when I come back, I will ask my aunt to cook, and she will change the food inside."

"Then you call her to come over."

Qin Shu didn't trust Song Xian'er's cooking skills very much, and even doubted whether she could cook.

"No, I'll do it."

"Can I eat it?"

"Don't eat for a while. It's good to eat, and pick and choose!"

"No, I trust you, do you need help?"

"No need, just watch TV obediently, I will call you later."

Song Xian'er walked into the kitchen with the ingredients. She wanted to make fried potato shreds and tomato scrambled eggs.

The potatoes had already been peeled, and she only needed to shred them. She took out the cutting board, tied on the apron, and held the kitchen knife.

He picked up the potatoes and looked at them, then made a few gestures with the knife, then turned his head to look at Qin Shu who was watching TV in the living room, and finally took out his mobile phone to look at the video of making shredded potatoes.

"It's very simple!"

After watching the video, she is full of confidence.

One knife down, another knife down... The potato shreds as thick as a little finger are cut.

"What are you doing? Potato chips? Can I have dinner tonight? I don't want to eat potato chips." Qin Shu's voice sounded.

Song Xian'er was concentrating on cutting potato shreds, and was startled by Qin Shu's sudden voice, then frowned slightly, and turned her head to say: "What potato chips! I'm potato shreds, okay?"

"Potato shreds?" Qin Shu was amused, "Okay, even if it's potato shreds. What else is there?"

"Tomato scrambled eggs."

"Only two?"

"Aren't two dishes enough?"

"I want to eat meat."

"No."

How could Song Xian'er know how to stir-fry meat? She has never cooked at all, and she just watched it from the sidelines.

"I'll find it myself."

Qin Shu rummaged through the refrigerator. The freezer was full of meat. He took two large steaks.

"Isn't this meat?"

"I won't do it, you will."

"I'll come, I'll come."

Seeing that the video of fried potato shreds was playing on her mobile phone on the table, Qin Shu knew that she couldn't cook.

"Give me the apron, go and rest outside."

In order to have dinner, he had to cook for himself.

Song Xian'er gave him the apron, but didn't go out, watching from the sidelines.

Qin Shu raised the knife in his hand and dropped it, click..., and cut the potato sticks she had cut again.

"You still cook?"

"A little bit, I learned it when I was a child, can I eat spicy food?"

"I can eat a little."

Qin Shu cut the shredded potatoes, turned on the fire, put oil in it, and put the shredded potatoes in.

"squeak……"

Stir-fry in the pan, add seasonings, and a plate of fragrant hot and sour potato shreds is ready.

"Take it out."

"Oh."

Song Xian'er put the shredded potatoes on the table, and then took out the bowl and chopsticks and put them away. She also took a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses, and arranged them neatly.

In the kitchen, Qin Shu continued to make tomato scrambled eggs, it was very simple, just a few strokes, and then he fried the steak.

"How mature do you want the steak to be?"

"7%."

"it is good."

"squeak………"

Fry the two pieces together.