Floating Color

Another knife, cut through the potatoes, and touched the metal countertop, the sound was simply tormenting the rice dust nerve.

She could only approach, holding her breath, trying not to let Li Mojun feel her presence.

After four or five knives, the potatoes were cut so badly, Mi Chen felt that his heart was even worse.

Seeing Li Mojun's hand, he cut it with the last knife. The blade was close to his fingertips, which could only be described in microns. Mi Chen had to shoot and moved his left hand to press the potato.

Li Mojun's eyebrows were frowned, and the peaceful breath was just broken, and the depressed feeling came from the face.

Mi Chen can no longer be a transparent person at this moment, "Mr. Li, you almost cut yourself ..."

"Well." Although Li Mojun did not scold Mi Chen, he was not happy to be disturbed.

Li Mojun continued to cut the potatoes again. Six or seven passed, and the potatoes on the countertops were in different shapes and varied.

Mi Chen knew that she should hold back and hold back, as long as Li Mojun could not cut herself, she should shut up. But he cut faster and faster, Mi Chen felt that he would not be able to keep up with him, and several times to step forward, the blade of the knife will wipe his fingertips.

Watch out for liver tremors!

She would rather not take a part-time job of two hundred dollars this hour, or do not want to see the blood of Li Mojun on these potato pieces.

"That ... Mr. Li, I know you want to experience the feeling of Jiang Qianfan cooking. But ... but this is not Jiang Qianfan at all ..."

Li Mojun's hand holding the knife stopped. He didn't turn his head to Mi Chen's direction, but Mi Chen was uneasy. Li Mojun wouldn't suddenly have a neuropathy, just poke a few holes in her with a knife, right?

"What do you think it should be?" Li Mojun's voice was so cool that he couldn't hear anger.

Because Li Mojun wanted to play Jiang Qianfan, Mi Chen specially watched the novel "The Feast" in order to grasp the character of Jiang Qianfan.

"Jiang Qianfan is clearly blind and can continue to cook, because when he can still see, whether it is potatoes, onions or tomatoes, he will know what shape each knife will cut. He has what ordinary blind people do not have. The sense of distance, when the blade cuts the ingredients, he can feel whether the thickness is appropriate through the vibration of the ingredients. But Mr. Li, you cut like this, and the cut is not the level of Jiang Qianfan ... "

God! She talked! He also said such a long paragraph!

Li Mojun will definitely tell her to get out ...

"So you think, what should I do?"

According to Mi Chen's understanding of Li Mojun during the filming of "The Golden Power", this guy will only use declarative sentences and imperative sentences. This is the first time Mi Chen heard him use interrogative sentences, and also asked her two questions ... Well, Mi Chen felt that she died without regret.

"Otherwise ... I will take you by hand to make some simple dishes? Do you feel the process ... It is better to cut it like this is not a normal shape ..."

"Normal shape" made Mi Chen guilty.

Two or three seconds later, Li Mojun answered, "Yes."

Although there are only two words, it makes Mi Chen think that this is normal Li Mojun!

Li Mojun agreed! This is really a gratifying thing! At least when he teaches him by hand, he will not hurt himself! This is really a good way to avoid risks. Mi Chen praised her IQ and luck for the first time.

"Then let ’s start with the easiest scrambled eggs with tomatoes? This dish is made when the heroine Lin Kesong in the book participates in the sea election of the cooking competition. How?"

This is an introductory course, Mi Chen is also more confident. Compared to cutting tomatoes, Mi Chen really doesn't want to cut potatoes.

"Just start with this dish."

"Okay! I'll make some preparations first!" Mi Chen quickly found the tomato, eggs, small bowls, plates, wok, and shovel.

effectiveness! effectiveness! Must be efficient, don't let Li Mojun wait too long!

She closed her eyes and recalled the scene in the book. Jiang Qianfan is also a methodical person, and the things he uses generally have a specific order, so that even if it is not visible, he can find everything accurately with his excellent sense of distance.

After arranging the various spices according to the order in the novel, Mi Chen came to Li Mojun and took away the knife he used to cut potatoes.

"Mr. Li, the knife you used just now is not suitable for cutting potatoes or tomatoes. You try this one." Mi Chen sent another narrower knife into Li Mojun's hand.

Li Mojun twisted the knife handle and nodded, "Uh."

Just when he was about to touch the blade, Mi Chen quickly grabbed his finger, "Be careful! Here is the blade! Very good!"

Li Mojun's brows frowned and his fingers subconsciously waved away Mi Chen.

Mi Chen remembered that even Xiao Xiao had said that Li Mojun didn't like others touching him. But Li Mojun's fingers are really beautiful. Not the white to fat fingers of Jade Face Xiaosheng in the TV series, but slender and straight, with rounded arcs on the fingertips. When his fingers curled, power was implied.

If he went to endorse a jewellery brand and took an ad to wear a diamond ring for his fiancee, it would be a heart-wrenching picture. In that case, it is probably not the diamond that lasts forever, but Li Mojun's finger ...

Stop and stop, the brain hole is too big, it is going to go against the sky!

"That ... Mr. Li, I must hold your hand to take you to cook ..."

"Ok."

Okay, Mi Chen sighed in her heart, take your time, at least Li Mojun kicked her to the Pacific without a foot.

Mi Chen carefully clasped Li Mojun's finger, about a millimeter away from the blade, and slowly moved, "This is the blade. This blade is different from the blade just now. It is specifically used to cut fruits and vegetables. "

"I know."

"There are two tomatoes here. Usually a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, two tomatoes is enough."

Mi Chen buckled Li Mojun's wrist, covered the two tomatoes, and felt their shape. Then, she cut the tomato with Li Mojun.

"Like this, cut in half first, then continue cutting ..."

Because Mi Chen was shorter than Li Mojun, she had to teach him hand in hand. Finally, she came up with a compromise, that is, let Li Mojun sit down and stand behind him. Her arm turned around Li Mojun's shoulder, and her cheek was almost touching Li Mojun's side face.

Feeling weak Li Mojun's body temperature, Mi Chen panicked for a while. She didn't know how many times he called him a big ice cube, and then called him a vampire, and at this moment, she knew that the man was alive and warm. The afterglow of her eyes could clearly see Li Mojun's eyelids, so close.

He has been in the entertainment industry for so many years, he can have the status of today, and he is already a very experienced man. But why, his eyes are always like the sea without the slightest dust.

Mi Chen paused. She believed that no matter who watched Li Mojun so closely, she would be lost.

"Mi Chen, concentrate." His voice rose, sober that she instantly woke up.

"Ah ... oh, sorry!"

God! Even Li Mojun could feel her distraction! Shouldn't he know that he kept staring at his face?

Mi Chen quickly covered his hands, took him, and cut them slowly one by one. Her palm felt the temperature of the back of his hand. His hands are obviously large, and she never thought she could control this man, but the fact is ... he is at her mercy at the moment.

This is like a carefully prepared gift that can only be opened once in a lifetime.

Mi Chen's movements are very slow. She knows that Li Mojun feels the texture of the blade, which is not submerged in the ingredients, but she feels the small friction between his phalanx and muscles when he is exerting force.

"The average person will use a knife to cut against the fingertips. The blade must be under the fingertips so that you will not cut yourself. Do you feel that each tomato is about the same size?"

"Ok."

Mi Chen turned his face, and Li Mojun's eyebrows regained that tranquility.

Sometimes, she feels that his heart is like a hidden lake, and there is a peaceful existence.

As if this is what Li Mojun should have.

Because all emotions are emptied on weekdays, only after entering the drama can one become any person.

"and then?"

"Then beat the eggs!"

The whole process went smoothly until the ingredients were ready to be cooked.

Mi Chen carefully clasped Li Mojun's hand and recognized various spices.

"This is salt, sugar, chicken essence, soy sauce, seafood soy sauce, vinegar ..."

Li Mojun's memory was unexpectedly good. When Mi Chen let go of his hand, he could recognize them again.

Mi Chen took his hand and poured the oil into the pot, then took him to feel the heat of the oil.

Seeing that Li Mojun's hand was going to be greased, Mi Chen quickly turned over his palm and put it under his hand to bring him up.

"This position will do! Or your hands will be fried!"

Mi Chen laughed herself, but looked up at Li Mojun's expression, and suddenly felt a little stupid. Li Mojun didn't laugh at anything that he found funny ...

She took the pot lid and put it into Li Mojun's left hand. "The oil has been up for a while, and you can block it!"

Li Mojun carried a small bowl with eggs in his right hand, and Mi Chen said, "You can pour it!"

The moment the egg fell, only heard the sound of clattering, Mi Chen stuffed the spatula into Li Mojun's hand and stir-fried in the pan.

"Oh!" The oil flower splashed on Mi Chen's arm, and the pain almost didn't go up and down.

The eggs were finally fried, and Mi Chen quickly released the water and washed his own arm.

"The next step?" Li Mojun didn't seem to care what Mi Chen was doing, whether he was injured or not.

Mi Chen glared fiercely at the other party, thinking that he shouldn't give him the pot lid.

"Would you like to taste the tomato. If it is sour, you may need to add some sugar later."

"Huh." Li Mojun fumbled, picked up a small piece of tomato on the plate, and put it in his mouth. "A little sour."

Of course, what organics you buy are free of pesticides and ripening agents, of course sour!

Mi Chen pulled the kitchen paper, wiped the water stain on his arm, and continued to cook with Li Mojun.

After a long day of tossing, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes was finally installed. Mi Chen can finally take a breath.

Take another look at the time, and there is an hour before she can finish work and go home!

"Try the tomato scrambled eggs you made!" Mi Chen took the chopsticks and spoon and stuffed them into Li Mojun's hands.

Li Mojun sat at the table, his expression as if he wanted to taste what a taste of the world. He lowered his head and used chopsticks to pluck the eggs and tomatoes into the celadon spoon before feeding it into his mouth. Regardless of manners or temperament, there is nothing to blame.

At that moment, Mi Chen inexplicably remembered the first time he was taken by Lin Runan to a Michelin restaurant to eat steak. At that time, Lin Runan, like Li Mojun at the moment, every movement of raising his hand, every time he cut in the plate, was so beautiful that he could not move his eyes.

However, when Mi Chen knew later, Lin Runan had actually refused to confess to Emma, ​​but the restaurant had already been booked.

She is just his escort. All the delicacy instantly became sour.

Li Mojun in front of him slowly put down the chopsticks and spoon, opened the blind stick, shook it straight, and walked upstairs, Mi Chen had no choice but to follow quickly, "Mr. Li, what's wrong?"

"be quiet."

Mi Chen realized that now is not the time to cook, she must exist like air.

Li Mojun's blind cane touched the steps, and as his pace made a regular sound, the whole villa seemed empty and lonely in this sound. Even Mi Chen looked at his back and thought of Jiang Qianfan in the novel.

He walked into the bedroom and placed his fingers on the bookshelf rhythmically. When he stopped, there was a white medicine chest in front of him.

He carried the box and sat on the edge of the bed, placing it on his knee. And she stood in front of him, like a pupil who did something wrong.

"hand."

Mi Chen froze. Is he going to apply medicine to her burned area?

"That ... I can come by myself!"

Just before going to pick up the medicine chest, Mi Chen was caught by Li Mojun. His palm is still very warm, even if Mi Chen only touches his palm with his fingertips, it feels like sitting at the window holding a glass of hot milk in the snowy night.

"I'm coming." Li Mojun's eyebrows are calm, and he does everything right.

Mi Chen couldn't understand his persistence. Perhaps this is part of his experience of Jiang Qianfan.

Li Mojun took out the ointment, also found a cotton swab and squeezed the ointment up.

"Where is it hot?" His voice was flat.

"On his arm ..." Mi Chen subconsciously clasped Li Mojun's wrist. After all, he could not see it now, and it was impossible to apply the medicine to the place.

The ointment was placed on the place where the arm was red hot. It was cool and Mi Chen felt very comfortable.

Li Mojun's strength was just right. He withdrew his hand and found a band-aid in the medicine box. The action of tearing the packaging was unpredictable, and his indifferent expression even set off the artist's temperament.

He held up Mi Chen's hand, and his fingers slowly moved upwards along her wrist. His fingertips did not shake at all. The delicate touch made Mi Chen subconsciously want to take back his hand. If such a thing was done by other men, it would be like a funny, ambiguous pick, and Mi Chen would have passed both slapped fans.

However, Li Mojun is different. His fingers have a desireless determination. Until he came to Mi Chen's injury and stopped, he accurately put the band-aid on it.