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Chapter 230 Can You Cook?

Wen Miao tilted her head and thought for a while: "Forget about today, I don't really want to go out."

Shen Jiayu didn't have any objections, put his hand lazily on her head, leaned over slightly and asked her: "Then eat at home?"

Wen Miao listened to his words, thought about what he meant, and asked slightly suspiciously: "Do you want to order takeaway?"

She originally wanted to go downstairs to eat something casually. Shen Jiayu lives in a business district, and there are various restaurants and snack bars downstairs. It is very convenient to eat anything. It is so far to go out to eat with Chen Zhou. I don’t know what time to come back.

According to Chen Zhou's spiritual head, it is estimated that it will be two o'clock in the morning, and Wen Miao really doesn't want to move today.

Just hearing Shen Jiayu's question, Wen Miao became a little confused again. Doesn't this hard-to-serve young master not like to eat takeaway?

When I told him to order takeaway, he didn't eat this or that. There were a lot of things to do.

Wen Miao was about to ask him "Has he changed his temper", but heard Shen Jiayu say: "I will do it."

Wen Miao: "?"

A huge question mark slowly appeared on Wen Miao's head, as if she didn't hear clearly, she tilted her head suspiciously, pointed to her ear and asked again: "What did you just say?"

Combined with her action, what she wanted to say should be "Aren't you awake?"

Seeing Wen Miao's life-doubting expression, Shen Jiayu gently rolled his eyes and smiled. Just such a small inadvertent movement broke the gentle expression between his eyebrows and eyes, and brought out two scattered: "I said I do it."

"..."

OK, I heard that right.

He does what he says he does.

But the question is, can this young master know how to cook?

Wen Miao has never seen Shen Jiayu enter the kitchen before, and she really doesn't know if he can cook, but just looking at his usual appearance, Wen Miao feels that his cooking skills should be at the same level as hers—— Stop at cooking instant noodles.

"You know how to cook?" Wen Miao's face was full of doubts.

Shen Jiayu raised his eyebrows lightly, and asked without answering, "It doesn't look like it?"

"It's not like that at all." Wen Miao said very honestly, "Compared to the cook, I think you are more like the kind who waits to eat in a high-end western restaurant."

Followed by three unspoken words:

——Little Master.

Shen Jiayu didn't refute, but said, "Why don't you try it first?"

"Okay." Wen Miao nodded sharply.

"What do you want to eat?" Shen Jiayu asked again.

"You can do whatever you want, I'm not picky about food." Wen Miao didn't make things difficult for him, and only made one request, "Just one thing, put less chili, it's better not to put it, I don't like spicy food very much."

Shen Jiayu replied lazily: "Okay."

He knew her taste, even if Wen Miao didn't say anything, he didn't plan to make spicy things.

Taking advantage of the time when Shen Jiayu went to the kitchen to cook, Wen Miao went back to the room to wash for a while. Her hair was a little tangled from her sleep, and it took her a while to comb it out. After combing it, her hair started to frizz again. Wen Miao Unable to hold it down, I had to grab the strand of fried hair, braid it into a thin braid, and fasten it to the side of the ear with a hairpin.

After a simple wash, Wen Miao looked down at her clothes. The short-sleeved T-shirt she was wearing was taken out of the closet. Shen Jiayu may not come here often, and there are not many clothes in the closet. Wen Miao couldn't find his pajamas, so he randomly picked out a white short-sleeved T-shirt and wore it as pajamas.

Originally, she was going to change it, but after walking around the balcony, she found that the washed clothes were still wet and damp to the touch, so Wen Miao had to temporarily give up the idea of ​​changing clothes.

After tidying up, come out of the bedroom.

Wen Miao went straight into the kitchen, just in time to see Shen Jiayu looking at the recipes on the phone, he paused, and Wen Miao said in his heart, sure enough, he and she are on the same level.

I thought he really had two brushes.

All the ingredients were put aside. Wen Miao looked at the cooking counter. Beef, chicken wings, shrimps and other things were put in an orderly manner, which really looked like the same thing.

I just don't know how it tastes after cooking.

Hearing the movement coming from the kitchen door, Shen Jiayu raised his head from his mobile phone, followed the movement and glanced here, then lowered his head again, flipped through the recipes on the mobile phone, and said casually: "There is a recipe in the refrigerator." Fruit, see what you want to eat, and I'll wash it out for you."

"No need." Wen Miao hopped over with her hands behind her back, squeezed beside him, leaned her head forward, and followed the content on his phone, "Do you want me to help you?"

"Are you sure?" Shen Jiayu didn't mean to refuse, and even gave way to the side so that she could come over and look at her phone, "But I have to remind you, the last time I finished your love dinner, I went to the emergency room. .”

"..."

Hey, why do you have such a good memory?
How long has it been since this happened, why are you still mentioning it?
"That was an accident." Wen Miao tried to justify his cooking skills, "I didn't see that potato sprouted, so I just split it open and threw it into the pot."

Shen Jiayu was noncommittal to her clarification, neither nodded nor shook his head, and just said leisurely: "Then in order to prevent this accident from happening again, let me come to dinner by myself."

"I don't like to hear your words anymore." Hearing what he meant, Wen Miao suddenly became a little dissatisfied. Following the force of his push away, she turned around directly, clasped his wrist with one hand, and raised her face Look at him, "Shen Jiayu, are you doubting my cooking skills?"

"It's not suspicion." Shen Jiayu flipped his wrist lightly, and easily broke free from her hand, then slowly lowered his gaze to her upturned little face, "I just want to remind you, I'm coming It’s okay to be in the hospital, I was born in the first time, and I’m familiar with it in the second time, but—”

He paused slightly, looked at her with a half-smile and asked, "Do you want to come with me? If you have food poisoning, you need an injection."

Wen Miao: "..."

She hates injections the most.

Miss Wen has two major hatreds in her life, one is taking food, and the other is getting injections.

I have to say that Shen Jiayu got to her key point right away.

Wen Miao thought over and over again, and for the sake of her own life, she decided to quit the kitchen and leave the stage that did not belong to her to Shen Jiayu.

She consciously carried half a watermelon and rolled to the living room.

Shen Jiayu cooks very quickly, and he didn't cook anything too complicated, just two simple dishes and one soup——

Coca-Cola Chicken Wings, Potato Stewed Beef Brisket, Shrimp Tofu and Seaweed Soup.

Wen Miao sat down at the dining table and looked at it seriously.

The appearance looks okay.

At least it is much better than her serial killing love porridge.

(End of this chapter)