I Have a Happy Ending with the Mistress' Ex-Boyfriend

Jian Qiaoxin went to the kitchen to cook by himself. According to the old man's habit, there would always be two fish in the tank. He took off the lid and looked, and sure enough, he could make a braised fish in a while.

Most of the refrigerators in my grandfather's house have some meat in them, but I can't see vegetables, after all, they are all in the field outside.

Jian Qiaoxin took out the meat and thawed it before going to deal with the fish.

The net for catching fish in his hand was stretched into the water tank, and the plump fish that had been reared began to struggle violently as soon as they entered the net, and the strength was beyond expectation.

"Bang!" The fish jumped out of the water tank. The dehydration made the fish go crazy. It bounced on the ground, which was completely beyond human control.

Jian Qiaoxin hastily lowered the net to catch him, but he took a few quick steps when he tore the old thigh injury.

"hiss……"

Streaks of pain continued to come like needle pricks. Jian Qiaoxin bent down and could only watch the fish bouncing on the floor helplessly.

The curtain of the kitchen was lifted, and someone walked in, followed by a steady pace.

Yan Gan squatted down and caught the fish easily, and looked sideways at him: "Where's the water basin?"

"Over there." Jian Qiaoxin pointed in the direction.

Yan Gan walked over to find the water basin and put the fish in it. He quickly went to find the knife, as if he was going to kill the fish, and his movements were very skillful.

Jian Qiaoxin supported the water tank, but was suspicious: "Mr. Yan, what is this?"

Yan Gan walked to the sink, his back was broad and straight, his sleeves had been rolled up because of work, exposing his strong forearms.

The fish was stunned with a knife, the man raised his eyebrows and said, "Can't you see what I'm doing?"

"No, it's just a little...unexpected." Jian Qiaoxin said honestly, "Why don't I come here, how can I let you do these things."

For a domineering president like Yan Gan, it seems that he should be wearing a suit and leather shoes, sitting in a spacious and bright office and signing a contract with a big wave of his hand.

Things like killing fish are quite a bit of a violation.

Yan Gan sneered, and gracefully shaved the fish's scales with a knife: "Uncle can't do such a thing as ordering a patient."

"..."

You just wanted to order food.

Jian Qiaoxin walked to the vegetable basket with small steps: "Then I will wash the vegetables, can you eat spicy food?"

Yan Gan didn't turn his head back: "Whatever."

Jian Qiaoxin, who was washing vegetables, was taken aback by this reply, but he didn't say much: "Oh, good."

It's a lie, I can't eat spicy food at all. I didn't touch a spicy dish I made last time. I don't like meat. I don't eat ginger and garlic. It's outrageously picky.

He finished washing the vegetables and prepared to fry them, while Yan Gan over there also finished killing the fish. His bony white fingers were stained with some blood, and they looked eye-catchingly separated.

Yan Gan didn't feel uncomfortable at all, as if he was used to it.

Both fish and meat need to be cooked in an earthen pot to make them delicious. When Jian Qiaoxin was about to start the fire, he was stopped, and Yan Gan said indifferently: "Stand aside."

Jian Qiaoxin stepped aside.

Yan Gan put the firewood inside, and the fire slowly burned inside, and his handsome face seemed to be cast with some light and shadow, which was real.

When Jian Qiaoxin was cooking, Yan Gan said in a deep voice, "Do you know about Qiu Jian and Wen Yuan's childhood sweetheart?"

Jian Qiaoxin was adding salt, her hands trembled, and she almost added too much: "I just found out."

"He even keeps it from you?" Yan Gan sneered.

The dishes in the pot made crackling noises, and Jian Qiaoxin moved a little further away: "Who doesn't have a few little secrets, isn't Wen Yuan hiding it from you?"

Yan Gan raised his eyelids and looked at him, with unclear meaning: "You don't care about them?"

"care."

No one can ignore this kind of thing.

Jian Qiaoxin moved the vegetables with a spatula, and leaned against the stove: "I don't like to force, if he really is no longer with me, we can all be well..."

"Ridiculous." Yan Gan said coldly: "Letting him free to forgive is bullshit. My people have to be tied up even if they die. If he dares to betray, I will make his life worse than death."

Jian Qiaoxin trembled, and the spatula slipped from her hand and hit the side of the pot with a "bang" sound.

He subconsciously looked at Yan Gan, just in time to meet those gloomy and cold eyes, his heart was suffocated, and he was almost frightened by the strong desire to control in those eyes.

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Scared?"

Jian Qiaoxin picked up the spatula again, lowered her head and dared not look at him: "It's not..."

The two of them became quiet again, and no one said anything about the episode just now, until the curtain of the kitchen outside was lifted, and Gua Wazi, big and small, ran in.

Gua Wazi jumped to the side of the pot, happily: "Wow, it smells so good, is it braised pork?"

Jian Qiaoxin nodded. He pinched Guawazi's straight nose and said affectionately, "Dog nose."

"I've smelled it a long time ago. Brother Xiaoxin's cooking smells so good that my mouth is watering." Gua Wazi stared at him with clean eyes, said crisply.

"You are the only one who is poor." Jian Qiaoxin picked out a good clip from the pot and gave it to him: "Be careful of burning."

Guawazi succeeded, and he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

There was a little Guawazi beside his legs, the child was still a toddler, and he was stuttering, pestering Yan Gan: "I... want it too, second time."

Jian Qiaoxin froze, but Yan Ganna was the King of Hell, whose legs would tremble and want to run as long as he turned cold, Xiaogua dared to approach him, really brave!

Yan Gan held the child's little arm and glanced at Jian Qiaoxin.

Jian Qiaoxin understood, and quickly picked up another piece and put it on the plate and handed it to Xiaogua: "Come on, slow down."

Xiaogua stretched out his hand to take the small piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. Yan Gan frowned, as if he was afraid that he would choke, but Xiaogua could only bite a small piece at a time.

Children are like this, they will not eat after two bites.

Sure enough, after Xiaogua took two small bites, the piece of meat fell from his hand, and just rolled onto Yan Gan's white shirt.

Jian Qiaoxin panicked: "Xiaogua!"

The ignorant little milk baby turned to look at Jian Qiaoxin.

Oil stains quickly appeared on Yan Gan's white shirt, and he cleaned up the meat expressionlessly. Every time he didn't want to show his emotions, Jian Qiaoxin couldn't see that he was happy or angry.

Jian Qiaoxin quickly took out a paper from his pocket and handed it to him: "Mr. Yan, please calm down, Xiaogua is not sensible, I'm sorry."

Yan Gan took the paper calmly: "I haven't said anything yet, it's almost done, don't scare the child."

"..."

Jian Qiaoxin recalled that there was a time when he also heard from others that at a reception, some blind guest accidentally soiled Yan Gan's clothes. At that time, the grumpy Yan Gan lost his temper. , almost scared the male guest to tears.

What's more, although he is a poor man, he is not a fool in the entertainment industry for nothing, and he is very familiar with such things as clothing brands.

For example, Yan Gan’s suit jackets are all high-end, and a button costs more than hundreds of thousands. If it is dirty, it is thrown away. A shirt is a seven-figure base. Is it over?

"See what I do?" Yan Gan pointed to the pot: "Go and see the pot, don't get confused."

"Ah, oh oh okay." Jian Qiaoxin woke up from her daze and hurried to look at the pot and serve the vegetables.

Xiaogua on one side went to Yan Gan again, and the toilet paper Yan Gan just took was not used to wipe his clothes, but to wipe Xiaogua's hands. He just took the meat, and now his hands are greasy and uncomfortable .

Xiaogua might feel itchy, so she giggled, very happy.

Jian Qiaoxin glanced sideways, and saw that Yan Gan's eyebrows and eyes were also smiling, which was different from the fake smile when facing her, it was the kind that was genuinely gentle.

Yan fucked him, and seemed to like children very much.

at night

There was a strange scene when the food was served. The braised pork and fish were placed in front of the children, while the stir-fried meat and boiled fish were served in separate bowls and placed in front of Grandpa and Yan Gan. .

The old man looked at it: "Xiaoxin, why did you make two copies?"

Jian Qiaoxin didn't dare to look at Yan Gan, so she just said obediently: "Grandpa, you have a bad stomach, you should eat less spicy food."

"You." The old man smiled cheerfully, but he didn't blame much: "Why waste so many things, don't do this next time."

Jian Qiaoxin shook her head: "It's no trouble. Grandpa, I'll be happy if you eat more. Besides, it's not all due to me. Mr. Yan also helped a lot."

The old man looked sideways: "Agan, you have a heart."

Yan Gan took food for the old man: "You are too polite, you should be a junior."

The old man is happy. He really likes Jian Qiaoxin and Yan Gan, two juniors. They are sensible and caring. Jian Qiaoxin lost his father at a young age, but his personality is very good. He will take care of others since he was a child. And delicate, never worrying.

As the grandson of the old Commander Yan, Yan Gan is even more affectionate and righteous. He has the demeanor of the commander back then. He is a good man with responsibility and is worthy of entrustment.

The old man said: "Both of you have lovers, right? When are you going to get married, and start a family early. "

Jian Qiaoxin held the bowl and froze: "Grandpa, I'm not in a hurry."

Yan Gan tapped the table with his fingertips: "Yuan Yuan is still in school, and has been thinking about it for the past two years."

"It turned out to be General Wen's grandson. I haven't met that child a few times, so he should be a good boy." The old man didn't know about it, so he just said, "Next time you come over, bring him with you."

Yan Gan nodded: "Okay."

After speaking, the old man moved his chopsticks first, and the rest of them followed suit to eat.

Yan Gan doesn't like meat, but it happens that most of the vegetables are placed in front of him, which is quite in line with his wishes. He frowned after taking a bite of the vegetables, thinking that the taste was familiar.

Not far away was a dish of stir-fried pork slices, Yan Gan raised his eyelids and took a second look.

There is no ginger and no garlic, all the points that he dislikes have been carefully avoided, almost just right, which is quite surprising.

He looked sideways at Jian Qiaoxin meaningfully.

Jian Qiaoxin, who was next to him, was picking up vegetables for Gua Wazi, when he was suddenly seen like this, he immediately became nervous, for fear that Lord Yan would be dissatisfied.

He whispered: "What's wrong?"

Yan Gan squinted his eyes, his lazy voice was full of magnetism, and he smiled slightly: "No, it's nothing."