Grandpa said he wasn't tempted

Chapter 48

At the door of the music classroom, Min Xianning and He Jin had just finished spreading the dog food, and a group of girls who were still full of desires had already fried the pot——

"It's so handsome...Look at it once, it looks so handsome, how lucky is Min Xianning..."

"I also want He Jin to pick me up after school..."

"Go to bed early tonight, I have dreams!"

"Fuck you~~"

The girls laughed and went downstairs one after another.

Min Xiaolin, who was comforting Feng Shuang just now, looked gloomy.

Feng Shuang was still angry: "Min Xianning danced so ordinary yesterday, but today he can suddenly replace you Xiaolin, which shows how deep his scheming is."

"I see, He Jin was also taken down by Bai Lian whore."

"She even ran out to show her affection, it's disgusting!"

Min Xiaolin didn't speak, and silently put the down jacket on her body.

Feng Shuang simply shouted.

"Xiao Lin, you should also bring your boyfriend out and let the students see what is a man with a good looks."

"Let Min Xianning know, she's the only one who deserves to be the lead dancer?! Also deserves to be He Jin?!"

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Tonight, Min Xianning said he would like to invite guests.

He Jin was not too polite, he drove Min Xianning straight to the supermarket, facing the dazzling array of goods, Min Xianning was a little dumbfounded.

"You won't ask me to cook for you, will you?"

He Jin: "I'll help you clear the level, shouldn't your thanks be more sincere?"

Cooking yourself = sincerity.

Min Xianning showed a sincere smirk, "Okay, my benefactor, what do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat fish."

"You want spaghetti."

Min Xianning passed He Jin and searched for relevant ingredients on the shelves seriously.

He Jin thought he heard it wrong, and repeated after him: "I said I want to eat fish. Braised fish."

Min Xian was at ease: "I know, you want to eat spaghetti, spaghetti bolognese."

He Jin: Hiss——

These days, there is actually someone who dares to play hooligans with him? !

……

Coming out of the boutique supermarket, He Jin and Min Xianning went to the underground garage to pick up the car.

In the middle, Min Xianning called his family and said he couldn't go back for dinner.

The reason is still that Mr. He called her.

Anyway, no one in the Min family dared to go to the He family to ask for proof. This excuse, if used for 100 years, is no problem.

After hanging up the phone, the two people still wearing school uniforms walked one after the other, like a young couple
The man is responsible for opening the road, carrying the bag, and acting as the driver.

The woman gnawed on a piece of candied haws and followed leisurely.

……

Back to the small apartment where He Jin stitched up last time, the roles of the two of them immediately changed.

Min Xianning was busy working in front of the cooking counter in the kitchen, while He Jin sat in the living room watching TV with his legs crossed, without any intention of helping.

In his opinion, making pasta is similar to cooking instant noodles, and there is no technical content.

It's that simple, need help?

However, the reality is often so simple.

It is such a simple thing as cooking a noodle, there are many things that I never thought of.

He Jin went out to make a phone call, and when he returned to the kitchen to inspect, the pot of cooking noodles was already in a mess.

The Western-style high-boiled cooking pot was full of sticky and unknown objects, and Min Xianning was worried.

He Jin took a step up, turned off the fire first, and turned to look at her.

"How much water and noodles did you put in?!"

Min Xianning: "Half and half."

With only half a bag of pasta left, He Jin couldn't laugh or cry, "It's enough for the two of us to cook one-third, how hungry are you? You haven't added enough water after cooking so much."

Could it be a pot of muddled porridge?

Turn off heat, discard, and cook again.

He Jin rolled up his sleeves and asked Min Xianning to watch.

Soon, chopped tomatoes, a few garlic cloves, and a packet of minced beef were clearly arranged on the plate.

At the same time, at the other end, turn on the fire.

He Jin's movements are skillful, first stir-fry the dried beef stuffing, then add butter cubes and tomatoes, then turn down the heat to low, stir-fry slowly, and add spices.

After a while, the house filled with the aroma of tomato meat sauce.

The side dishes are even more skillful, and a lot of cheese and garlic are added before serving. The taste has already made Min Xianning's stomach growl.

"Jin Shao can cook?! It's amazing, he can fight, he can cook, he can go to the Falun Dafa, and he can go to the kitchen."

"You are so good?! Why are you so good!?"

Min Xianning's flattery was louder than a slap in the face.

With a spoon, He Jin took a small mouthful of meat sauce, brought it to Min Xianning's mouth, and said with a smile, "So, it's not a loss to marry me, right?"

In front of the food temptation, Min Xianning nodded very spinelessly, staring at the spoonful with straight eyes.

He Jin was satisfied and fed it to her.

"Taste the saltiness."

Ignoring the ambiguity of feeding and tasting, Min Xianning quickly took away the food, which made her suck her tongue and exhale while pushing the thick sauce from the tip of her tongue to her throat.

In an instant, the fragrance exploded!
The garlic flavor harmonizes the flavor of the tomato sauce, the cheese is super rich, and there is a stringy feeling in the mouth. Min Xianning, a foodie, can no longer control it.

She helps serve noodles, arrange dishes, and wash fruits.Then he and He Jin met at the dining table.

Two large plates of firm and smooth noodles, paired with rich pasta sauce, were red and fragrant, and the two of them ate them all.

Afterwards, Min Xianning sighed while washing the dishes.

"Unexpectedly, you can cook."

He Jin folded his arms and leaned against the door: "I lived alone a long time ago. If I want to eat, of course I have to learn to do it myself."

"I thought that in a family like yours, the elder and younger masters were all brought up with rich clothes and fine food."

For example, Min Huicun.

He microwaved food, all since college.

He Jin didn't take it seriously: "The He family has grown all the way, and there are many enemies. As the successor, the environment requires me to at least take care of myself."

The last plate was neatly placed in the cabinet, and Min Xianning took out two paper towels and wiped his hands and forearms carefully.

Min Xianning: "I have enough food and clothing by myself, shouldn't I also learn to cook?"

"Need not."

He paused for a second, "You won't, I can come."

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On December 24th, Linnan No. [-] Middle School's art performance day.

The school rented a venue in the People's Theater - the main actor played in the hall, which was just big enough to accommodate all the teachers and students of No. [-] Middle School.

Early in the morning, the students went directly outside the theater and waited in line to enter.

And Min Xianning, who was absent from the class program, went directly to the backstage rehearsal with the dance team.

Music, action, business as usual.

After the last practice, it's makeup time.

The girls love this part.

No need to be forced by the teacher, everyone was laughing and making noises, all in front of the mirror, gesturing to each other with eye shadow and lipstick.

Min Xianning was sitting on a chair, being held down by the teacher, applying exaggerated eyeshadow.

It may be that the eyeliner was so painful, she squinted and was about to hide, when she suddenly saw a pair of venomous eyes in the mirror.

Min Xianning looked again, and Feng Shuang got up in anger, passed through the crowd, and walked out the door.

(End of this chapter)