As soon as Si Qingmo came out, he called Cheng Yinian.

Cheng Yinian had just finished the first draft of the design, and some details had not yet been drawn. She was drinking water in the living room when her phone rang and she picked it up. Si Qingmo said, "Don't buy instant noodles. The meat and vegetables you bought last time There are many more, I’ll go home and cook.”

Cheng Yinian was surprised, "Have you and your brothers finished the party?"

"Yeah." Si Qingmo responded lightly and asked, "What do you want to eat today?"

"Can we still order?" Cheng Yinian thought for a while and said, "Then, let's eat what you are good at."

Si Qingmo frowned and said, "No, just order what you want."

Cheng Yinian thought for a while and said, "I think I bought five-layered pork that day. How about making braised pork? And beef brisket. How about we make tomato beef brisket?"

"Okay, what else?" Si Qingmo continued to ask.

Cheng Yinian thought for a while and said, "It's enough for two people to eat three dishes. Let's make some boiled lettuce."

"One more." Si Qingmo insisted.

"Ah? Are you hungry?" Cheng Yinian asked, and after asking, he explained to himself: "That's right, banquets, dinner parties, these will definitely not fill you up, okay, you can order another dish. "

"Okay." Si Qingmo responded.

After hanging up the phone, Si Qingmo parked the car on the side of the road, took out his mobile phone, and carefully searched for videos on how to make braised pork and tomato beef brisket.

After reading it once, he felt that it was not that difficult.

He is a little proud. He may be quite talented in cooking.

He started the car again and drove home.

When she arrived at home, Cheng Yinian was already busy in the kitchen. She had cut the beef brisket into small pieces and peeled the tomatoes. At this moment, she was holding a piece of five-layered pork belly and roasting it on the fire.

When Si Qingmo came back, he saw her wearing a set of apricot-colored loose home clothes, her hair tied loosely behind her head, and wearing an apron. She was roasting a piece of meat on the fire. The yellowish light of the kitchen shone on her. Her whole body actually glowed warmly.

Si Qingmo looked at her blankly, suddenly feeling a sense of belonging.

He thought, this should be what a home should be like.

He watched for a while, until Cheng Yinian's hand was burned by the fire. He frowned, quickly went in, held her hand, "Let me take a look."

He took Cheng Yi Nian's hand and saw that one piece was roasted red. He hurriedly pulled her hand under the faucet, rinsed it with cold water, and then said, "Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to enter the kitchen? What are you doing?" Come in again? Come out, I'll do it."

Cheng Yinian saw that he was wearing a suit, pointed at his clothes, and said, "How about you go change clothes first, and I'll take care of the pig hair on this piece of meat."

"You don't need to handle it, I will handle it myself." Si Qingmo pulled her out of the kitchen, took out the medicine box, found the burn ointment, and applied it carefully on the red skin on Cheng Yinian's hand. , and then wrap it with gauze to make it look exaggerated.

Cheng Yinian looked at his finger, which was wrapped like a rice dumpling.

Those who didn't know better thought her finger was broken.

"Okay, now that your hands are like this, you can't hold a knife or a shovel, so don't go into the kitchen anymore." Si Qingmo said, "Wait, I'll go cook."

He turned and went to the kitchen.

Cheng Yinian looked at her fingers and thought to herself, even if they were wrapped like this, she could still hold a knife and shovel...

But forget it, he didn't want her to go so much, so she stopped going, so she continued to go into the room to polish her design draft.

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