When he came back, Liu Qianxiu was carrying things in his hands. He put the ingredients in the sink in front of the kitchen window. Mu Wan went over, tied her long hair into a low ponytail, and washed the vegetables.
She wants to make two vegetable dishes: Scrambled eggs with tomatoes and fried vegetable lotus root, one with a meat dish, one with a meat dish, and one with stewed fish.
The clerk had helped clean the fish while they were in the supermarket. Mu Wan put the fish on the plate, washed the tomatoes and lotus root together, and put them on the plate separately.
The red tomatoes, long tender lotus roots, and a fish had been placed on the kitchen counter. Mu Wan glanced around and took out her mobile phone.
After feeding her three small children, Liu Qianxiu went to the kitchen. In the kitchen, Mu Wan has made preparations to cook. At least the dishes have been washed. Now, she is holding a slice of white lotus root.
There were already a few lotus roots that she had just cut on the chopping board, which were uneven and thick. With a thud, the kitchen knife cut the lotus root and cut it on the chopping board as if she were chopping a big bone.
The back of the Mu Wan was slender and slim. Liu Qianxiu looked at the dangling blade in her hand and the remaining half of the lotus root. He licked his lips, got up, and walked in.
Mu Wan couldn’t cut it down with a knife. A fresh breeze was behind her, and she heard a shallow sigh. Mu Wan’s eyes moved, then Mu Wan turned her back. She felt the back of his hand was cold when he took the knife. Behind her, in her line of sight, Liu Qianxiu’s eyelids drooped slightly, and his voice was low as if he had just pulled out of the mountain spring water in her dream.
“I’ll do it.”
He wasn’t cold at all.
At the very least, he was standing behind her, and his breath gently brushed past her ears when he spoke, like a night breeze blowing on the grassland, warm, gentle, light, and fluffy.
Mu Wan still looked at him without turning back. He noticed something was wrong, looked away from the chopping board, and glanced at her lightly. It was just a light glance, but it held her heart.
There was something more than ever, something that was quietly developing.
Before Mu Wan left the chopping board, Liu Qianxiu held the lotus root with his hands, his slender finger joints were curved and well-proportioned, and his cold white complexion was not much different from a lotus body.
The kitchen knife goes up and down, the well-proportioned lotus root slices bloom under the knife, and the chopping board makes a small, detailed cutting sound, like Mu Wan’s current heartbeat.
She didn’t watch Liu Qianxiu cutting vegetables but looked at him.
The sun at six o’clock is the best time. It is not sharp, not hot, and unbearable. It is representative of gentleness and gentleness. It is quietly sprinkled on the ground, on every unobstructed corner, and accompanies and comforts you.
The sun merged with him, and he was the six o’clock sun.
Liu Qianxiu took the tomatoes, cut them into pieces, and put them on the plate. He said to Mu Wan, “It’s all done. Can you do it now?”
Mu Wan returned to her mind, looked at Liu Qianxiu, and asked, “What are you doing?”
Obviously, she had forgotten that it was her turn to cook today.
Liu Qianxiu pressed his lower lip slightly but did not remind her. He looked at the cleaned fish and asked Mu Wan’s opinion: “What do you want to do to the fish?”
He has a not-heavy diet all year round, and his cooking is not suitable for the typical taste of ordinary people. Mu Wan bought fish today, obviously trying to do something.
Mu Wan is indeed a bit uncomfortable with the light flavor. She looked at the fish, thinking that Liu Qianxiu would like something light. She said, “Fresh...”
“How about braised in brown sauce.” Liu Qianxiu said.
Mu Wan’s eyes are like a lamp under a long night, which lights up at once.
Liu Qianxiu looked into her eyes, and she couldn’t conceal her joy under the dark pupils. She can’t be regarded as a demon and showed a black shadow cast on the wall, nothing more than a bluff. The original is just a kitty that can be happy because of a fish.
Liu Qianxiu retracted his gaze, looked at the fish on the plate, and bent down the corner of his lip.
It was the first time that Mu Wan saw Liu Qianxiu’s smile. She was taken aback momentarily, as if uncertain, leaning on the kitchen counter and looking carefully at the man’s profile under the sunset. As he was about to get closer, he returned to the past’s cold ascetic face.
“You just laughed and looked so good.” Mu Wan said.
“How beautiful?” Liu Qianxiu asked her, raising his eyes.
Mu Wan thought for a while and said, “It makes my heart flutter.”
The clerk had helped clean the fish while they were in the supermarket. Mu Wan put the fish on the plate, washed the tomatoes and lotus root together, and put them on the plate separately.
The red tomatoes, long tender lotus roots, and a fish had been placed on the kitchen counter. Mu Wan glanced around and took out her mobile phone.
After feeding her three small children, Liu Qianxiu went to the kitchen. In the kitchen, Mu Wan has made preparations to cook. At least the dishes have been washed. Now, she is holding a slice of white lotus root.
There were already a few lotus roots that she had just cut on the chopping board, which were uneven and thick. With a thud, the kitchen knife cut the lotus root and cut it on the chopping board as if she were chopping a big bone.
The back of the Mu Wan was slender and slim. Liu Qianxiu looked at the dangling blade in her hand and the remaining half of the lotus root. He licked his lips, got up, and walked in.
Mu Wan couldn’t cut it down with a knife. A fresh breeze was behind her, and she heard a shallow sigh. Mu Wan’s eyes moved, then Mu Wan turned her back. She felt the back of his hand was cold when he took the knife. Behind her, in her line of sight, Liu Qianxiu’s eyelids drooped slightly, and his voice was low as if he had just pulled out of the mountain spring water in her dream.
“I’ll do it.”
He wasn’t cold at all.
At the very least, he was standing behind her, and his breath gently brushed past her ears when he spoke, like a night breeze blowing on the grassland, warm, gentle, light, and fluffy.
Mu Wan still looked at him without turning back. He noticed something was wrong, looked away from the chopping board, and glanced at her lightly. It was just a light glance, but it held her heart.
There was something more than ever, something that was quietly developing.
Before Mu Wan left the chopping board, Liu Qianxiu held the lotus root with his hands, his slender finger joints were curved and well-proportioned, and his cold white complexion was not much different from a lotus body.
The kitchen knife goes up and down, the well-proportioned lotus root slices bloom under the knife, and the chopping board makes a small, detailed cutting sound, like Mu Wan’s current heartbeat.
She didn’t watch Liu Qianxiu cutting vegetables but looked at him.
The sun at six o’clock is the best time. It is not sharp, not hot, and unbearable. It is representative of gentleness and gentleness. It is quietly sprinkled on the ground, on every unobstructed corner, and accompanies and comforts you.
The sun merged with him, and he was the six o’clock sun.
Liu Qianxiu took the tomatoes, cut them into pieces, and put them on the plate. He said to Mu Wan, “It’s all done. Can you do it now?”
Mu Wan returned to her mind, looked at Liu Qianxiu, and asked, “What are you doing?”
Obviously, she had forgotten that it was her turn to cook today.
Liu Qianxiu pressed his lower lip slightly but did not remind her. He looked at the cleaned fish and asked Mu Wan’s opinion: “What do you want to do to the fish?”
He has a not-heavy diet all year round, and his cooking is not suitable for the typical taste of ordinary people. Mu Wan bought fish today, obviously trying to do something.
Mu Wan is indeed a bit uncomfortable with the light flavor. She looked at the fish, thinking that Liu Qianxiu would like something light. She said, “Fresh...”
“How about braised in brown sauce.” Liu Qianxiu said.
Mu Wan’s eyes are like a lamp under a long night, which lights up at once.
Liu Qianxiu looked into her eyes, and she couldn’t conceal her joy under the dark pupils. She can’t be regarded as a demon and showed a black shadow cast on the wall, nothing more than a bluff. The original is just a kitty that can be happy because of a fish.
Liu Qianxiu retracted his gaze, looked at the fish on the plate, and bent down the corner of his lip.
It was the first time that Mu Wan saw Liu Qianxiu’s smile. She was taken aback momentarily, as if uncertain, leaning on the kitchen counter and looking carefully at the man’s profile under the sunset. As he was about to get closer, he returned to the past’s cold ascetic face.
“You just laughed and looked so good.” Mu Wan said.
“How beautiful?” Liu Qianxiu asked her, raising his eyes.
Mu Wan thought for a while and said, “It makes my heart flutter.”
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