The rebirth of the poisonous girl is back

Chapter 254 Teaching Cooking Skills (Part [-])
Yan Chuchu became angry as soon as she heard it, she slapped the table and stood up, "Why?"

"Just because you have no choice now." He said, "If you don't have me leading the way, you won't be able to get out of this valley."

Yan Chuchu frowned, "Are you threatening me?"

Bo Qinghuan looked at her, "Rather than a threat, it's better to say...it's a deal. Before I recover, you will serve as a maid for a few days. When I can walk around, I will definitely take you out safely." .”

"Your deal is unfair to me!" Yan Chuchu refused.

Bo Qinghuan raised her eyebrows.

She said angrily: "It's clear that you let me fall from such a high place, and now you want me to be your slave, what's the reason?"

"Are you reasoning in front of this seat?"

Yan Chuchu gnashed her teeth, "But you are too...too much."

After Yan Chuchu spoke, she lost her confidence and her voice gradually weakened, because she caught a glimpse of him slowly untying the cloth strips that bound his palms from the corner of her eye.

Yan Chuchu will never forget the scene before falling down.

Although he vigorously threw her to the edge of the cliff, it was because of his desperation that he wanted to let her avoid the sudden feather arrow and protect her in disguise.

It was the right hand that was hurt.

That is to say, once the toxin really soaked through the blood, his entire arm would be useless.

For a person like Bo Qinghuan who licks blood on the tip of a knife, once he loses his right arm, it will mean that his whole life will be missed.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Hurry up and get some clean water."

Bo Qinghuan frowned slightly, why didn't he realize that this woman likes to be in a daze before?
Yan Chuchu came back to her senses, said "Oh", and immediately went outside to fetch water with a wooden basin.

When she came in again, Bo Qinghuan even showed the wound on her ankle.

That place was bandaged by Yan Chuchu with hemostatic grass last night, and the bleeding has completely stopped, now it just needs to be cleaned again before applying medicine for the second bandage.

Sitting in front of the bed, Yan Chuchu motioned, "Extend your hand and I'll wash it for you."

Bo Qinghuan didn't speak, and stretched out the injured hand.

Yan Chuchu looked at the hideous wounds on her palm, her heart trembled, and her movements became lighter again and again.

The moment the clear water touched the wound, Bao Qinghuan's hand visibly convulsed.

Yan Chuchu hurriedly asked nervously, "Does it hurt?"

Bo Qinghuan didn't speak.

"Are you dumb?" Seeing that he was ignoring him again, she deliberately increased her strength, and Bao Qinghuan's face changed in pain, and her breathing became heavier in an instant.

"Yan Chuchu, are you doing what a maidservant should do?" He finally opened his mouth, his voice deep and angry.

"Who told you not to answer!" Yan Chuchu said angrily.

Bo Qinghuan glanced at her lazily.

"You just talk when it hurts, what are you holding back, there are only two of us here, and no one else is here, are you still worried that I will laugh at you?"

Bao Qinghuan pursed her lips.

After cleaning, Yan Chuchu asked him: "Is there any wound ointment here, uncle?"

"It's in the next room, you can find it yourself," he said.

Yan Chuchu got up and went to the next room, and sure enough, she saw a lot of small porcelain bottles on a small table by the window, each with the name of the medicine written on it.

Yan Chuchu easily found the externally applied ointment and took it back. She sat in front of the bed again, carefully applied it to Bo Qinghuan, and then tied it with a clean bandage to prevent the wound from getting wet and splitting.

She did it very seriously throughout the whole process, as if she was overly nervous, there was a fine amount of sweat dripping from the corners of her forehead, which made her cheeks even more white and smooth.

"You feel it yourself." Yan Chuchu raised her head and met his unblinking Danfeng eyes, her heart skipped a beat for an instant, and she recovered after a while, "See if the bandage is too tight, if it is tight, I'll tie it up again."

Bo Qinghuan raised her hand and shook it, "Barely satisfied."

Yan Chuchu secretly rolled her eyes.

If you are satisfied, you are satisfied. What is barely satisfied?

"A man and a woman can't kiss each other." She glanced at his ankle and spread her hands, feeling a little helpless, "I can't help you with that place."

"It is the duty of a maidservant to take care of the master." He looked at her, saying each word quietly and slowly.

Yan Chuchu pouted.

"Let's talk about it." Bo Qinghuan continued to add, "In your eyes, do you still have the consciousness of 'male and female'?"

"Why are there no more?" Yan Chuchu stared, "My girl is still innocent up to now!"

Bao Qinghuan chuckled, "You and I fell into the cliff for several days and nights, and we spent so much time together alone, who would believe you were innocent after you got out?"

Yan Chuchu choked, and said in a naive way: "Then...then I just know it myself!"

Bo Qinghuan fell into silence, and after a while, said, "I seem to vaguely remember what happened last night."

Yan Chuchu's expression changed, "I can help you apply medicine to your ankle."

She gave him medicine with his mouth, and then rubbed and pinched his face. She didn't want him to think about this kind of thing.

Bo Qinghuan glanced at her with a half-smile and closed her mouth.

Finally let this pervert shut up!

Yan Chuchu muttered in his heart, but his movements were faster and more dexterous. He cleaned the wound on his ankle in two or three strokes, and applied the medicine and bandaged it all in one go.

After doing all this, Yan Chuchu felt exhausted.

She grew up so big, she has never served a man like this, even her father, she has never treated him like this.

Plopped down on the couch, Yan Chuchu muttered, "You drove the boy away, how can we eat?"

Bo Qinghuan said as a matter of course: "Isn't there still you?"

Yan Chuchu was a little embarrassed, "It's okay if you ask me to grill fish, but if you ask me to cook rice and vegetables, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult."

Bo Qinghuan looked at her in surprise, "You won't?"

Yan Chuchu's face turned red immediately, and she pouted with her neck up, "What's wrong with not knowing how to cook? I have no mother since I was a child, and I always ate with my father and brother in the yamen, and no one taught me how to cook." , no, isn't this normal?"

After finishing speaking, he still didn't forget to roll his eyes secretly, and muttered in a low voice, "You can only talk about me, don't you?"

"Unfortunately, this seat happens to be good at it."

His clear voice stunned her for a moment.

This person who was rumored to be a murderer without blinking an eye is actually good at cooking?

It's just horrifying to hear.

Sitting up straight suddenly, Yan Chuchu looked at him in disbelief.

"Then what... Since you are good at cooking, why don't you do it?"

Bo Qinghuan didn't speak or move.

Yan Chuchu glanced at his hand that was wrapped like a rice dumpling, and sighed from the bottom of his heart, "Looks like I'm the only one to go, but I can make a fool of myself by saying that I don't know anything about cooking. If you really make it, don’t blame me if you can’t eat it.”

Bo Qinghuan suddenly said: "Go and prepare the ingredients, I will teach you later."

Yan Chuchu was stunned again.

He wants to teach her how to cook?

Why does it sound wrong?

"Why are you in a daze?" Seeing her standing still, Bao Qinghuan frowned slightly.

"Ah? Oh..." Yan Chuchu pulled back her thoughts, "I'll go right away."

Bo Qing Huan called her, "In a while, you go to the bamboo forest to break some new bamboo shoots, and then go to the vegetable garden to pick some eggplants. When you go out, turn left. There is a fish pond, and you can fish one yourself."

Yan Chuchu wrote down one by one, picked and washed the vegetables he asked for, and put them in the vegetable basket.

Bo Qinghuan limped to the small kitchen, saw Yan Chuchu's expression of "not knowing where to start", the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she walked in.

"Hey, why did you get off the ground?" Yan Chuchu couldn't help gasping when he saw that he was struggling to walk.

It must be very painful to walk like this after being injured like that, right?

"If I don't come, you might burn the whole kitchen down in a while."

His voice was calm, but it lacked the cold and prey that he usually faces outsiders, and added a touch of warmth that neither of them noticed.

"Is it so exaggerated?" Yan Chuchu was really hit, looking listless.

"If you don't believe me, try it yourself."

"Forget it." Yan Chuchu hurriedly said: "The house will really burn down soon, where will I sleep at night? I waited on you all night last night, but I didn't have a good rest. If I don't sleep tonight, I will really sleep." Lost spirit."

Bo Qinghuan's eyes moved slightly, "Since you can't cook, can you cook?"

"This..." Yan Chuchu thought for a while, "It should."

"Should?" He was surprised.

"After all, I haven't done it!" Yan Chuchu was a little annoyed, "I can't blame me for that."

Bo Qinghuan raised her forehead and waved to her, "Come here."

"What?" Yan Chuchu was full of vigilance.

"I will teach you." He said, "Go wash the rice first."

Yan Chuchu scooped up two small bowls of uncooked rice and went outside to scouring them and brought them in.

Bo Qinghuan couldn't stand for too long, he leaned gently against the pillar, "Add some firewood to the stove."

Yan Chuchu squatted down and kept adding firewood to it. After a short while, black smoke came out from the stove that was still burning. It made her cough non-stop, and her fair face immediately turned gray and black. .

Bo Qinghuan's eyebrows twitched.

Yan Chuchu looked embarrassed.

Seeing his uncontrollable laughter, she stomped her feet angrily, "Hey! You said you wouldn't laugh at me!"

"When you meet someone like you, you can't help but smile." He was merciless.

Yan Chuchu was so embarrassed that she wished she could sneak into the ground, and stared at him fiercely, "You are capable, come here!"

"Didn't I let you learn?" He looked down at the vegetables in the vegetable basket, "There are still so many vegetables to fry, if you don't learn now, what will happen when you get married?"

Mentioning this, Yan Chuchu was furious, "My girl's reputation is all ruined in your hands, even if I go out in the future, who would dare to want me?"

Bo Qinghuan took out a pure white silk handkerchief from her arms and handed it to her.

Yan Chuchu wiped her face, and after a while, the veil that was as white as snow turned gray-black.

Yan Chuchu snorted softly, "Besides, I'm not marrying you, so why panic!"

Bo Qinghuan didn't speak, walked over slowly, snatched the handkerchief from her hand and threw it away, took out another handkerchief, and gently wiped the black dust off her forehead.

He is tall, Yan Chuchu has to look up to see his face.

After seeing clearly that the person standing in front of her was indeed Bo Qinghuan, Yan Chuchu's eyes widened suddenly, but she couldn't say a word.

He, he, he... He actually took the initiative to wipe the stains on her forehead?
It's so unbelievable that it's like a dream!
After wiping, Bo Qinghuan also threw away the snow-white silk handkerchief.

"Hey!" Yan Chuchu wanted to stop it, but it was too late, "Would you like to waste it like this, this is high-quality silk, throwing one piece costs dozens of taels of silver!"

Bo Qinghuan turned around indifferently, still leaning on the pillar, looking at her, "Remove part of the firewood from the stove, keep it hollow, and fan it slowly."

Yan Chuchu swallowed, and did as he ordered.

Not long after, orange flames burned out again in the stove.

Although it was just a small incident of burning a fire, it gave Yan Chuchu a sense of satisfaction that he had finally completed the task, and another unknown emotion was surging.

She thought, it was a throbbing, a throbbing heartbeat for this man.

Although she knew that it was impossible for him to like her, she still couldn't hide the warmth in her heart at this moment. After all, after leaving this valley, she might never have the chance to get along with him like this again.

When the fire was lit, it was his turn to put the rice into the pot, how much water to add, and when to remove the pot. He was on the sidelines to direct, and she just followed suit.

Fortunately, although she doesn't know how to cook, she is not so stupid that she can't learn.

She still remembers every word of his words very firmly.

After the rice is cooked, it's time to chop the vegetables.

Yan Chuchu looked at the kitchen knife and purple eggplants on the cutting board, feeling a little helpless.

Bo Qinghuan said: "Take it up and cut one for me to see."

Yan Chuchu didn't want to make a joke in front of him, so she walked over slowly, took a kitchen knife in one hand, and a purple eggplant in the other, and quickly cut it twice, the shape was worrying, and the last cut even cut her finger.

She quickly put the bleeding part in her mouth and smacked it.I went to wash again.

Bo Qinghuan frowned, "The knife technique is wrong, the fingering technique is wrong, and the cutting technique is even worse."

Yan Chuchu drooped her head, "There are so many details about how to cut a dish."

Bo Qing glanced at her happily, and then explained, "First of all, when cutting vegetables, the four fingers of the left hand should be bent back, and the knuckles should support the handle of the knife. This is to prevent the fingertips from being cut, and also to speed up the process. .”

Yan Chuchu picked up the kitchen knife eager to try, and was about to cut it like he said, when Bo Qing cheered, "Secondly, the eggplant is best cut into strips, and strips cannot be cut in this way. "

Can't you finish this big panting all at once?

Yan Chuchu really wanted to chop up the eggplant in her hand as Bo Qinghuan.

His cold voice continued, "The so-called strips, you must first cut the eggplant into three even sections, and then bundle each section and cut into even slices, not too thin, not too thick, moderate That's it."

"The last step is to turn the slices in the same direction and cut them into strips?"

Yan Chuchu took the words, looked at him with a smile, and blinked.

Looking at her smiling and showing her white teeth, Bo Qinghuan couldn't help being dazed.

"Hey! Why are you silent?"

There was a noisy voice in my ear.

When Bo Qinghuan came back to her senses, she saw that Yan Chuchu had stood in front of him at some point, with the kitchen knife pointed at him.

Taking two steps back, Bo Qinghuan frowned slightly, "Since you understand it, why don't you go quickly?"

Yan Chuchu let out an "oh", and immediately moved over to continue cutting.

How to cut the next few kinds of vegetables, all he said verbally, she practiced by hand.

After cutting the vegetables, start frying.

"pour oil."

"Put the food in the pot."

"stir fry."

"Put salt in."

"...Miss, that's sugar, and you put a big spoon in it."

Yan Chuchu said, "Then what, I was so busy that I lost my head just now, I didn't see clearly for a while."

Bo Qinghuan ruthlessly exposed, "I suspect that you don't know the difference between sugar and salt."

"I'm not an idiot, how can I not distinguish between sugar and salt?" Yan Chuchu said angrily: "I just said that I didn't see clearly for a while."

Bo Qinghuan cut off her words, "There are words on the sugar bowl and the salt bowl."

Yan Chuchu: "..."

How did she know that there would be sugar in the kitchen if she had never been in the kitchen?Besides, do these coarse salt and sugar look alike?She didn't do it on purpose.

Bo Qinghuan seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, so she turned around and went back to her room.

Yan Chuchu spent most of the time in the kitchen alone before bringing out the few dishes he wanted to eat.

Looking at the few dishes on the table that could only be endured with difficulty, Bao Qinghuan twitched her eyebrows fiercely.

Yan Chuchu knew that she was disgusted when she saw his expression, she looked at him angrily, "The situation is forcing you, so you just settle down a little bit, when I go out later, I just study hard, but now..."

"Now you should study hard." Bo Qinghuan looked at her, "I'm going to stay here for a few days, I don't want to be poisoned to death by your food."

Yan Chuchu's forehead was full of black lines.

In fact, what she wanted to say was that if she stayed in this place and had him remind her every time she cooked, she would be very stressed and embarrassed.

Yan Chuchu felt very strange. When she was receiving training in the Fifth Army Commander's Mansion, she would throw it in front of him no matter how ugly she was, but now it was just cooking a few meals, and she felt that he was watching. My heart was beating so fast that I couldn't calm down and concentrate on cooking.

Could it be that she fell off the cliff once and she liked him more?
That's not right, she obviously gritted her teeth with hatred as soon as she saw him, and as soon as she thought of him, as soon as she heard his voice, she yelled at the bastard in her heart and wished she could tear him apart.

She hated him more and more instead of liking him.

After sorting out his thoughts, Yan Chuchu's whole life was much smoother, he put a bowl of rice in front of him, and started eating by himself.

Bo Qinghuan remained motionless, staring straight at her.

Yan Chuchu's scalp was numb, and she turned her head, "Why are you staring at me?"

Bo Qinghuan kindly reminded: "I injured my right hand."

"Oh." Yan Chuchu said, "Then you eat with your left hand."

Looking at her eating heartlessly, Bo Qinghuan's face turned dark.

Yan Chuchu felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, and stopped, "You don't want me to feed you, do you?"

Bo Qinghuan raised her eyebrows, the meaning was self-evident.

"no!"

Yan Chuchu immediately refused, "I've never fed anyone like this before!"

"Then today will be your first time." His tone was very firm, with a vague order that could not be refuted.

"Are you being unreasonable?" Yan Chuchu frowned.

"Talk." He said: "My hand was injured because of you, my whole body hurts now, it's also because I saved you and let my back bump on the gravel under the cliff..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Chuchu had one head and two big ones, "Okay, okay, stop talking, I'll feed you, can't I feed you?"

The corners of Bo Qinghuan's lips twitched.

Yan Chuchu moved over and asked, "Which one do you want?"

"Bamboo shoots."

Yan Chuchu stretched out his chopsticks to pick up bamboo shoots, and was about to bring them to his lips, when he said a word in an incoherent manner.

"hot."

Yan Chuchu resisted the urge to smash the bamboo shoots directly in his face, and blew on them with a smile before bringing them to his mouth.

Bo Qinghuan lowered her head slightly, opened her mouth to eat the bamboo shoots.

Yan Chuchu had tasted the taste a long time ago, and it wasn't delicious at all, but it didn't reach the point where she couldn't swallow it. At least, she could taste the saltiness.

Bo Qinghuan ate very slowly, like a cow chewing grass.

Yan Chuchu almost fell asleep watching.

"soup."

After an unknown amount of time, he finally swallowed it down with a single word.

Yan Chuchu was taking a nap, but immediately woke up, dragged a small bowl to fill him with soup, scooped up a small spoon, and said, "This is not hot anymore."

After finishing speaking, she cautiously moved her lips to his.

Bo Qinghuan opened her mouth to drink.

"What else do you want to eat?"

Yan Chuchu asked again, with a forced smile on his face, but in his heart, he had dragged out the eighteen generations of his ancestors to greet him. He grew up so big, it was the first time he served a man, and it was the first time he saw him eat a man. Such a grumpy person.

If it weren't for the sake of him being hurt for her, she would have turned her face and left.

"Speak clearly."

Bo Qinghuan suddenly looked at her.

Yan Chuchu's mind was shocked, "What...why?"

"If you scold others in your heart, you will be struck by lightning." He grabbed the spoon by himself and drank the soup slowly with his left hand.

Yan Chuchu was stunned, "Nonsense! You don't know how to read minds, how can you know what I'm thinking? What's more, how could I scold you?"

Bo Qinghuan didn't look up, "All your emotions are written on your face."

Yan Chuchu quickly touched her face, then glared at him, "Stop doing this!"

Bo Qinghuan said solemnly, "In order to compensate for the loss of my reputation, you go outside to catch a chicken to stew at night."

Yan Chuchu's face twitched.

She thought that Bao Qinghuan really had the ability to read her inner thoughts, but it turned out that she had set up a trap for her to exploit!
Rolling his eyes, he said clearly, "So that's what the governor called 'making it right'?"

In order to serve him for dinner, she is still hungry, okay?
It's all right if he doesn't know how to be grateful, and he has to make an inch of it, thinking of her to make dinner before lunch is finished?It's just too much!

Bo Qinghuan didn't answer, she lowered her head and drank the soup.

"I'm tired, I need to rest." Yan Chuchu protested, "Otherwise I won't be energetic."

Bo Qinghuan said: "Master doesn't sleep, you are a maid, what are you sleeping for?"

Yan Chuchu gritted her teeth, "Don't push yourself too hard, I saved your life last night, but we're already even."

"Even?" Bo Qinghuan seemed to have heard a big joke, "Since it's evened, why don't you leave? What are you doing here?"

Yan Chuchu was extremely angry, "Bo Qinghuan! I've never seen such a narrow-minded man like you!"

"Stew the chicken or go?"

He was succinct.

"Stew!" Yan Chuchu was furious, "I can't eat you to death!"
"But, can I sleep for a while, I'm really sleepy."

Bo Qinghuan was noncommittal.

Yan Chuchu didn't bother to wait for him to speak, so she took it as acquiescence, and pushed away to another room after collecting the dishes and going out.

The layout inside is very quiet and elegant, and it is refreshing to see clearly.But the eyelids couldn't bear to continue admiring it, and fell asleep on the bed.

Bo Qinghuan was lying on the bed, looking at the bandage she had carefully tied on her palm, her mind was slightly distracted.

In fact, the moment he saw her fall yesterday, his mind went blank for a moment, and then a thought came to him: dance with her, die once, take a gamble.

If he really died, then he would be his companion on the road to Huangquan. If he was lucky enough to not die, it would be considered a new life.

Let's do it again, he wants to follow his heart in many things, such as her.

What Yin Xiangsi said back then, he had thought about it carefully in the dead of night.

Both he and Ali have entered into a misunderstanding. They thought they still love each other after many years, but in fact, what they love and never forget is just the one in their memories.

That was his teenage years, and it was also her youthful youth.

What is more between them may not be love, but an inseparable attachment that grows up with each other.

Because of ignorance and fearlessness, the heart is moved at the beginning, so innocent, so deep-rooted, so I can't forget it.

When they meet again after several years, she has gone through thousands of miles of wind and rough roads that he has never seen and experienced, and it is she who accompanied her through all these, not him.

Only you can feel the pain of your own skin. The care given by others may be out of responsibility, out of irony, out of sympathy, but it is absolutely impossible to feel your pain.

Just as he didn't want to see her seduce and charm so many men every day, and try every means to keep her by his side, he thought that love was heartache, but it was not, it was just a responsibility.

A responsibility not to live up to her adoptive father's entrustment and not to lead her astray.

He didn't know what true love was like, but at the moment when he followed Yan Chuchu and jumped off the cliff without hesitation, he suddenly understood a sentence that he thought was hypocritical, boring and vulgar before.

Ask what love is in the world, and directly teach life and death.

At that time, he didn't have time to think about the consequences, and he felt that there were only two outcomes in his heart, either to die or to survive by luck.

If he died, he wouldn't have to be tormented by the contradictions and entanglements in his heart every day, and it would be over once and for all.

After surviving, he followed his heart and did what he wanted to do most and what he thought was the most meaningful in his life.

*
When Yan Chuchu was in a drowsy sleep, he smelled the smell of chicken.

She slowly opened her eyes and found that it was already dark outside.

The smell of meat came from the kitchen. After finishing her clothes, she went to the kitchen. After seeing the situation inside, she immediately stayed where she was.

The governor, Bo Qinghuan, whom she had always been in awe of, stood by the stove with an apron on her waist, and gently stirred the pot twice with a spoon in her slender and slender left hand.

And in that pot, delicious chicken was being stewed.

Yan Chuchu didn't eat in the morning, but when she smelled the aroma, she immediately felt hungry, and her stomach growled twice.

"Are you awake?" Noticing that she was standing by the door, he didn't raise his head, only focusing on the pot.

Yan Chuchu pinched herself hard, making sure she wasn't dreaming before asking in a low voice, "Governor, are you the Bo Qinghuan I know?"

After listening, Bo Qinghuan frowned and threw her a squint.

Yan Chuchu collected herself, "Your hands and feet are injured, and it's inconvenient, why do you get up to stew chicken?"

Bo Qinghuan said lightly: "The dishes you cook are really a nightmare, I can't stand the scare."

Yan Chuchu yelled with a dark face, "Always despise me, then you can do it yourself!"

(End of this chapter)