After crossing, all the people who look down on me come to spoil me

Qin Zhenhua made up his mind to "show his hand" to Ye Ziqin, how can there be any reason for Qin Qin to be busy in the kitchen alone, but he is watching from the side?

Of course he's going to play to help Qin Qin.

As the saying goes, if a husband and wife work together, they will not be tired from work.

Ye Ziqin sighed slightly in his heart, and handed the potatoes to Qin Zhenhua, intending to make vinegar potato shreds. This dish was not on his lunch list today, but...

...Potatoes are never washed into mashed potatoes, are they?

"Wash the potatoes, and peel them if possible." Ye Ziqin brought the scraper over and tested it for Qin Zhenhua. After confirming that Qin Zhenhua had met, he put the potatoes and the scraper together Give it to Qin Zhenhua.

Qin Zhenhua excitedly took the potatoes and the peeling knife from Ye Ziqin. Although he hadn't checked how to peel the potatoes, he was still full of confidence in himself. When he saw Ye Ziqin's demonstration just now, he thought it was quite simple .

How could he, who has been a monster for thousands of years, not even be able to peel a potato?

The camera was focused on his eager face, and the audience in the live broadcast room laughed like crazy, and some even consciously initiated the barrage of "flagflag!"

So, it turns out that a dignified thousand-year-old monster really can't peel a single potato.

When Ye Ziqin turned around, Qin Zhenhua cut his hand directly and made a cut.

Qin Zhenhua held the potato in one hand and the scraper in the other, and then looked at the cut on his left index finger, with a rare look of bewilderment and grievance in his eyes.

Ye Ziqin: "...!"

Ye Ziqin hurriedly put down the work in hand, went to look for Qin Zhenhua, took off the potatoes and the scraper, looked at Qin Zhenhua's wound, frowned gradually, and then dragged Qin Zhenhua to clean the wound without saying a word.

Qin Zhenhua looked at Ye Ziqin with a little grievance.

Ye Ziqin sighed in his heart, this kind of skin scraper is not lethal, how did Qin Zhenhua do it, and hurt himself?

Qin Zhenhua looked up at Ye Ziqin, the appearance of Ye Ziqin at this time made him very familiar, every time Xiaomei hurt himself, Ye Ziqin always looked like this.

Slightly frowning, a little worried, and a little unhappy.

Qin Zhenhua paused for a moment, and other feelings flooded his heart, he subconsciously opened his mouth and said, "...it hurts."

Ye Ziqin's hands paused, and he raised his head and glared at Qin Zhenhua. Qin Zhenhua's appearance became even more aggrieved, as if there was a tail behind him, shaking vigorously, trying to be comforted.

Ye Ziqin looked at Qin Zhenhua's appearance, finally sighed, pushed him out, and said neatly, "From now on, you are not allowed to enter the kitchen."

Qin Zhenhua: "...!!!"

"No... I don't hurt!" Qin Zhenhua almost jumped up, he was just going to act coquettishly, he didn't intend to ruin his life in the kitchen!

But this time, Ye Ziqin pushed Qin Zhenhua out ruthlessly, without even looking at him.

Qin Zhenhua wanted to cry, but stood at the door with a sad face. If there was really a tail behind him, it must have drooped to the ground by this time.

The audience in front of the live broadcast room laughed up and down, thinking that these two people are so interesting.

After a while, Qin Zhenhua raised his head, sighed slowly, and whispered, "...I just want... to be by his side."

There are dozens of meters outside the kitchen and inside the kitchen.

He didn't even want the distance of tens of meters.