The heroine falls in love with scum [Quick Transmigration]

"How about it?"

Lin Qingyan stood opposite Zhou Yan, separated by a rectangular unpainted wooden table, his eyes followed the movement of the porcelain spoon in Zhou Yan's hand.

Lin Qingyan can only cook some home-cooked meals, and she doesn't have much talent in cooking, and the things she cooks are not as good as those professional cooks, but her Qin Xiao doesn't know how to cook, so she took the initiative to take over this important task.I remember that when we first met, Qin Xiao mercilessly stuck out his tongue and said it was terrible, and finally ended his first attempt by ordering takeaway.

There were people in the kitchen who were busy preparing the meals for the Zhou Mansion. Lin Qingyan didn't want to take up too much time. It only took him 10 minutes to make half a pot of noodle soup. Some carrots and other vegetables were added to it. I don't know. Does it suit Zhou Yan's appetite.However, she tasted it in the process of making it, and it tasted no different from what she made in the past.

The appearance of the bowl in front of Zhou Yan is not very good. The top layer of oil in the bowl is dangling, and you can see clear oil flowers when you scoop out a spoonful.

Zhou Yan ate eagerly, took a few breaths on the spoonful, and put it into his mouth in a hurry, perhaps because he was so hungry that he didn't even have time to respond to Lin Qingyan's question.

When the bowl of noodle soup had bottomed out, Zhou Yan slowed down and ate the last spoonful contentedly.

"Ordinary, Qingyan must continue to work hard."

Zhou Yan put down the spoon, pushed the bowl forward, and spit out such a sentence to encourage Lin Qingyan.

Lin Qingyan knew that this was Zhou Yan's joke, so she sat down and promised, "Then I cook it for you every day, okay? I'm so stupid, I need at least three to five years of cooking skills. There will be some progress.”

Zhou Yan didn't expect that Lin Qingyan would take his own words seriously, and solemnly answered such words, feeling sweet in his heart.

Zhou Yan muttered in dissatisfaction, "Lie to me again, you will return to Shen's house when you recover from your injury."

Before Lin Qingyan wanted to speak, her stomach started growling.

"You didn't eat?"

Lin Qingyan nodded honestly.

Zhou Yan got up decisively and came behind Lin Qingyan, picking up a clean white porcelain bowl.

Lin Qingyan looked back, and hurriedly got up to stop Zhou Yan's behavior, but Zhou Yan warned, "Don't underestimate me, I will still do such small things."

"You are not allowed to come here either."

Even the cook who came forward to help was pushed aside by Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan held the bowl in his left hand and a long iron spoon that was as small as his arm in his right hand. Every time he filled a spoonful, the bowl trembled slightly in his palm. drop down.

Zhou Yan was finally full, and put the bowl safely on the table with both hands, and said to Lin Qingyan with his hips akimbo, his closed lips seemed to say that you see how good I am.

Lin Qingyan touched the rim of the bowl. The heat of the noodle soup was not as hot as the first bowl, and thinking that there was a lot left in the pot, he couldn't finish it all by himself, so he stood up and greeted the few cooks who had come down from work , "You also come to eat together."

Zhou Yan glared at the cook, and explained to Lin Qingyan, "They have something to eat."

One of them, under Zhou Yan's gaze, stood up and declined: "Thank you for your kindness, young master, we do have it."

Before Lin Qingyan could speak, Zhou Yan continued to tell them, "Aren't you finished with your work, then go out and wait for a while."

The cook left and closed the door behind her, leaving only two people in the kitchen.

Zhou Yan sat down angrily, and turned away from looking at Lin Qingyan, "I don't allow you to give it to others."

Regarding Zhou Yan's domineering words, Lin Qingyan didn't get angry to persuade her, but just explained, "I didn't do this because I was afraid of waste. Since it was made for you and you don't want it, then just throw away the rest."

Zhou Yan was very satisfied with Lin Qingyan's soft voice, turned around and sat at the opposite corner beside Lin Qingyan, grabbed the bowl and spoon, "I'll feed you."

Lin Qingyan didn't understand how Zhou Yan came up with this idea. He was injured on his forehead, not his hands.

"Can you?"

Zhou Yan put down the bowl, straightened his back and said righteously: "Of course, you have done so many things for me, I should pay you back."

"Zhou Yan, everything I do is voluntary, and you don't need anything in return."

If he was different from her and had no similarity at all, would Lin Qingyan still say that?Zhou Yan lost confidence in himself at this moment.

Zhou Yan put away his messy mood, picked up a spoon and moved it to Lin Qingyan's mouth, "I know, this time is an exception, and I won't feed you next time."

The food intake of Lin Qingyan and Zhou Yan is not much different, after a bowl of noodle soup, the stomach is [-] to [-]% full.And Zhou Yan seemed to be addicted to it, and he wanted to feed her another bowl. Lin Qingyan even said that he couldn't eat anymore, so Zhou Yan let her go.

"Haha, there's a slick of oil around your mouth, it looks like you've rubbed something on it."

Zhou Yan stared at Lin Qingyan's mouth, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"You too."

Zhou Yan was concerned about his embarrassment being seen by Lin Qingyan, so he quickly covered it with his hands, stomped his feet and said angrily, "You are not allowed to see it."

Zhou Yan took out a handkerchief to wipe off the greasy mouth, then threw the oily handkerchief in front of Lin Qingyan, "Wipe off yours quickly, it's ugly."

Lin Qingyan picked it up without hesitation, folded the handkerchief in half and wiped it along her mouth several times, raised her chin to face Zhou Yan, "Is it clean?"

"It's clean."

Lin Qingyan's straightforward behavior made Zhou Yan ashamed. She shouldn't have given Lin Qingyan the handkerchief she used out of temptation.

Zhou Yan took the handkerchief and stared at the marks on it, "Don't you dislike it?"

"How can I dislike the items you have used?"

Zhou Yan pursed his lips, feeling inexplicably moved.

While Zhou Yan was in a daze, Lin Qingyan had quietly walked to the door, opened some doors, leaned out half of her body, looked around for no one, and boldly continued, "You are my wife who has never been married, how can I Dare to despise it!"

"Okay, you're teasing me!"

Zhou Yan threw down the handkerchief, and with real and fake anger in his smile, he stepped forward to chase after him.