You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang was busy in his hands, watching his movements and asked: "What are you doing in here?"

Lu Yanmu naturally took the spatula from her, squeezed her aside, and started to stir-fry the vegetables.

Standing beside him, Qing Mang was a little dumbfounded, staring blankly at his skillful stir-frying, his small mouth opened to fit an egg.

It turns out that Lu Yanmu can still cook! He can actually cook! ! When did he learn to cook! ! !

Qing Mang said at this time that the Three Views had been reshaped a bit, and he was shocked!

Lu Yanmu didn't lift his head either, adding seasoning to the stir-frying, and said lightly, "Surprised?"

Qing Mang nodded fiercely, not surprised, but shocked to describe her mood at this time, go, she really picked up a treasure! ! !

Why was she so blind in her previous life! ! !

"That, Lu Yanmu..." Qing Mang rubbed his hands and looked at him with a flattering expression.

Lu Yanmu glanced at Qingmang with his left light. With this look, how did he feel that something bad would happen next, and said lightly, "Huh?"

Qing Mang stood behind his back and squeezed his shoulders with dog legs, "Lu Yanmu, you see I can be as beautiful as a flower, but I can also earn money to support my family. Liyin, you can still babble. Not only can you watch, but you can also sleep. You shouldn’t be short of bed-warmers."

Just kidding, if she doesn't hurry up, what if Lu Yanmu runs away, she will lose out!

Lu Yanmu said:...

What the hell?

Lu Yanmu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He chose to ignore such problems as having no IQ.

Just when he was picking up the vegetables, Lu Yanmu squeezed the green mang a little with his body, and put the freshly baked vegetables into the pots and dishes, and then directed the green mang to work, "take it out." Then he washed the pot and put it on the stove to fry. Next dish.

"Okay." Qing Mang walked to the side and smelled it first. The color, fragrance and taste were all good. When Lu Yanmu was not paying attention, he pinched one with his hand and threw it into his mouth to try how it tasted. Walking around the kitchen, I vomited or swallowed, and I almost shed tears when I was uncomfortable.

Seeing her doing this, Lu Yanmu was silent for a while, then shook his head and sighed, turned the fire off and walked out to pour her a glass of warm water, and brought it to her in the kitchen.

How could it feel like raising a daughter in advance.

Qing Mang took a sip of the water, and after a while, he finally swallowed the food in his mouth, sticking out his tongue hot to breathe.

Tears were forced out because of stealing it. It was a bit miserable to think about it.

After seeing her slowing down, Lu Yanmu sullen his face and reprimanded in a calm voice: "Do you want to steal food in the future?"

Qing Mang saw that he was trying to teach him this, and looked at him with his mouth pursed, pretending to be wronged. There was still a thin layer of mist in his eyes, and it seemed that I felt pity.

This appearance instantly softened Lu Yanmu's heart by half. Just as he wanted to say something to comfort him, what Qing Mang said suddenly made him dumbfounded.

Qing Mang pursed his mouth and murmured: "If you cook the food, you will steal it next time, it doesn't matter who makes you look good, the cooking skills are so good."

Lu Yanmu instantly didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh. He looked good, knew how to cook, and blamed him for stealing food and being scalded?

"I don't care." Qing Mang suddenly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his neck, wrapped around him like a koala, "You have to be responsible. You will spoil me for the rest of your life."