The vegetative husband wakes up to be pampered

Feng Qingqing laughed angrily at him.

"That's my room, Mr. Wan, we don't know each other well enough to visit the room!"

Although she hadn't used that room much, it was a man she had only met a few times.

Li Jinghan smiled and said, "I just want to visit your place, what else can I do if I go in?"

Li Jinghan didn't open that door without Feng Qingqing's consent.

He took a cold drink and sat down on the sofa, thinking about the ingredients he bought today, he began to order.

"At noon, I want to eat rice, sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried garlic sprouts, garlic shrimp, fried clams, and a mushroom soup."

Feng Qing rolled his eyes at him, "You have to be thankful that I can cook these home-cooked dishes, if it's more troublesome, I can't do it."

She quickly went to the kitchen to get busy.

Li Jinghan just wanted to eat the home-cooked food she cooked. That night, when he was carried back, he smelled the noodle soup and still couldn't forget it. If it wasn't for fear that Feng Qing would be suspicious, he would have wanted to order a noodle.

Li Jinghan put the cold drink on the table, got up and walked to the kitchen door, and saw the busy woman inside.

The ponytail was still tied high, and a fruit green apron was wrapped around her body. She was slender and well-dressed.

Just a silhouette, Li Jinghan found it pleasing to the eye.

Compared with Feng Qingqing's attire, her original appearance has everything he admired.

He had never felt that there was a woman prettier than her, and Li Jinghan felt a little moved.

Sensing the sight at the door, Feng tilted his face to look at it, his brows were quickly frowned, and he felt that Li Jinghan was blocking the door, and the oppressive feeling came over him instantly.

"Could you please stop blocking there? My room is small, and you will feel crowded if there is one more."

Li Jinghan leaned against the door, and said with a smile, "I think it's pretty good, I can see you within two steps of a small place."

If it was in the manor, it would take a long time to yell to find someone, and it may not be possible to yell, and a phone call is required.

Feng Qingqing felt that she was being molested by Li Jinghan, she frowned and stopped what she was doing.

"What nonsense, I'm not your fiancee."

Not his fiancée, just his wife, who lives in the same room with him and rubs his face every day.

Cleaning and changing clothes are all up to her.

Li Jinghan thought about how Feng Qingqing would react if she knew the truth.

By then, she must be very interesting!

"What if it really happens in the future?" Wan Jing asked back.

Feng Qingqing sneered, "Your Wanjing family has a great career, and you also said that I am the killer of the Ghost Inn. Do you think it is possible between you and me?"

Even if she has not married Li Jinghan yet, she also clearly knows that it is impossible for her and Wan Jing.

"If you don't try it, how will you know?"

Li Jinghan didn't bother him anymore, and returned to the small living room.

Feng Qing thought to herself, she doesn't need to try it, she knows it all.

Li Jinghan walked to the window, looked down, and had a panoramic view of the city center.

Feng Qingqing continues to be busy in the kitchen. Although the place is small, it is well-equipped. Steaming rice and soup cooking have been arranged first.

Except for the sweet and sour pork ribs, which take a little time, the rest don't take too much time.

There were bursts of fragrance and the sound of busy kitchen, Li Jinghan felt that this probably tasted like home.

Even in the villa, at his mother's side in Li's old house, he never felt this way.

After bringing the cooked dishes to the table, Feng Qingqing was a little emotional.

This is the first time she has cooked so much food after living here for so long.

In the past, even when she came back to live, she would order a takeaway, or pick up some food when she came up.

After cleaning the dishes and chopsticks again, she filled the rice and walked out.

After placing the rice, Li Jinghan got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

When he saw the dishes on the table, he looked very good.

The color of the sweet and sour pork ribs is particularly beautiful, the color of the garlic sprouts is green, and the smell of the garlic shrimp is delicious.

The fried clams were also made with great effort. The mushroom soup was added with egg and green onion, and a little sesame oil was poured on it, which was very fragrant.

Li Jinghan sat down, but felt that the tables and chairs seemed a little low.

Feng Qingqing also felt it, and couldn't help laughing, "It's just like this here, even a dining table feels small to you."

This living room is small, and the dining table and chairs are not suitable for placing too large ones, otherwise the sofa on the other side will not fit.

She looked at Li Jinghan who was sitting across from her, and felt that the tables and chairs were pitifully small with his setting off.

Li Jinghan didn't care about it, he took a sip of the soup and nodded with satisfaction, "You have some cooking skills."

"Let's make do with it! As long as Mr. Wan doesn't dislike it."

She still knows how to cook ordinary home-cooked dishes.

She looked at Wanjing on the opposite side, and she ate happily. She had tried every dish, and he seemed to like that sweet and sour pork ribs quite a bit.

Feng Qingqing took a few bites, and there was a peeled shrimp in the bowl, she looked at him with some surprise.

"I can do it myself."

"Peeling shrimp for my fiancée is nothing!" Then he handed the peeled shrimp to Feng Qingqing.

"Who is your fiancée now?" She picked up the serving chopsticks and took the two shrimps back and put them in his bowl.

Li Jinghan looked at the extra prawns in the bowl, and this time she peeled them in good temper and put them in her bowl.

Seeing that she was about to pick up the serving chopsticks, she said, "Pick it back for me again, believe it or not, and I will kiss you?"

The taste of this small mouth should be good.

Feng Qingqing, "..."

She felt that Wanjing was serious.

Li Jinghan peeled a few more for her, and was satisfied when she saw that she didn't resist.

He took out a few paper towels to wipe his hands clean. This was the first time that Li Jinghan peeled shrimps for others.

She is still a woman without the slightest blood relationship, even his mother does not have this honor.

During this period, Li Jinghan turned to serve Feng Qingqing with vegetables instead of customers. Seeing the extra dishes in the bowl, Feng Qingqing had an opinion.

"Mr. Wan, can't you stop picking up food for me? You've already used the chopsticks, and your saliva is on them."

Li Jinghan, "..."

Is this despising him for being dirty?

There are so many women in Lingcheng who wish to beg his mercy, but this woman despises him?

It was the first time he was so nice to a woman.

After lunch, Feng Qingqing was about to clean up the dishes, but Li Jinghan had already taken the initiative to clean up the dishes.

"You are already in charge of cooking and cooking, and I will wash the dishes."

Feng Qingqing said, "Let me come, the visitor is a guest, how can I let you do these things."

But Li Jinghan's hands and feet were very nimble, he cleaned up the dishes and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen was not that big, Feng Qingqing felt spacious in it by himself, but with the addition of Li Jinghan, the whole kitchen became crowded, and he could bump into each other when he turned around.

Li Jinghan was a tall man, put all the bowls in the sink, found the dishcloth and began to wash.

Seeing this, Feng Qing still uttered, "Mr. Wan, it doesn't suit you like this!"

She looked at the man who took off his mask, sunglasses and peaked cap. His face completely overlapped with Li Jinghan's. There are people so similar in this world.

Li Jinghan turned his face to look at her, "There is nothing inappropriate."

Feng Qingqing didn't know what to do, so she thought about it and let him go.

On the other hand, he returned to the room and hid all the suspicious things.

Then he closed the door of the room, sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

The sound of washing dishes and running water came from the kitchen, and she imagined Wanjing washing dishes in the kitchen.

This man can even wash dishes!

After Li Jinghan finished his work in the kitchen, he cut the watermelon again.

I found a juicer in the kitchen and squeezed two cups straight away.

Feng Qingqing watched Wanjing bring watermelon juice, and was a little surprised that the room was filled with the aroma of watermelon. .

"I didn't expect you to be able to wash dishes and squeeze juice."

It was the first time that the juicer was used since she moved it in.

Li Jinghan smiled and said, "I know more than that."

Passing the juice to Feng Qingqing, he sat down beside her.

"Let's make do with it. It should be prosperous. You cook, I wash the dishes, I cut the fruit, and you eat."