On this day, a big event happened in the Xing family. As the housekeeper, Uncle Hu was a little panicked.

He is usually responsible for all the food for the Xing family. The Xing family has a small population, and Xing Liyan and Xing Miaolan are often not at home, so he is relatively free.

But Xing Liyan suddenly came home and not only said that he wanted to learn cooking from him.

Uncle Hu has watched Xing Liyan grow up, so he naturally knows the temperament of his young master. Although he has suffered a lot at work, he will still be picky when he comes home. And he has never touched the spring water with his fingers, and he can

How can a person cook when his kitchen is ruined like a world war?

Uncle Hu's face, which was already full of wrinkles, looked even more sad.

"Young... Young Master, you go and rest, I'll do it." Uncle Hu looked at Xing Liyan who was holding a kitchen knife as if he was about to kill someone, his voice was trembling.

Xing Liyan didn't stop what he was doing, and said with a smile: "It's okay." It was an understatement, but the people next to him already wanted to stop him.

After Xing Miaolan went downstairs, she didn't expect to see such a scene.

One person was concentrating on cutting the carrots on the sticky board, which were of different shapes and sizes, but looking at his expression, it was hard to tell how serious he was.

The other person was standing aside anxiously, walking back and forth, obviously helpless about what was happening in front of him.

"Xiaoyan, what are you doing?" Xing Miaolan gathered her knitted sweater and asked with interest.

Xing Liyan stopped cutting vegetables and raised his head: "Auntie." Then he raised the kitchen knife in his hand.

Xing Miaolan was puzzled and moved her eyes aside.

As if seeing a savior, Uncle Hu rushed to Xing Miaolan with some excitement: "Second Miss, please persuade the young master, he said he wants to learn cooking."

In the past, when Xing Liyan's parents were still alive, everyone in the Xing family called her Miss Xing Miaolan. After they both passed away, Xing Miaolan asked everyone to change the title and call her Second Miss because she was afraid that others would forget that she had an older brother.

When Xing Miaolan heard Uncle Hu's words, she looked with some surprise at Xing Liyan, who had begun to focus on chopping vegetables again.

She and Xing Liyan had lived together for twenty or thirty years, but she had never seen her nephew enter the kitchen, let alone cook.

And look at the cutting action, although it is a bit jerky, but every time he cuts the knife, it is fast and accurate. So much so that Xing Liyan, who has not yet mastered the trick, cuts the vegetables terribly.

Xing Miaolan looked at her nephew's clear and cold face, feeling a little lost.

When her brother and sister-in-law were still there, she was also a girl who kept her fingers crossed. Although her brother and sister-in-law were often too busy to see anyone, they would cook a large table of dishes for the family whenever they came home.

In addition to holding scalpels and various bottles and jars with her hands, my sister-in-law can also cook some delicacies that make them full of praise.

As for the eldest brother, every time his sister-in-law cooks, he will do chores on the side. Even if he doesn't do well, his sister-in-law will never find it objectionable.

Once... how happy!

She would never eat the food cooked by her sister-in-law again, and she would never see her elder brother's humble and gentle smile again.

Thinking of this, Xing Miaolan's eyes gradually turned red as she stood by the door. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears flowing out of her eyes.

And all this happened to be seen by Xing Liyan, who had just turned his head.

Xing Liyan lowered his eyes, and his eyes were full of strange-shaped carrots.

His memory of his parents is already a little blurry.

But the man's gentle smile and the woman's gentle face looking at him still flashed in his mind.

At first, he would still dream and dream about some fragmentary fragments. But as time went by, those things that he once thought were deeply remembered have long been blurred.

He knew that Xing Miaolan had some unsolvable knots in her heart, and Xing Miaolan had told him personally.

Xing Liyan's parents returned home on the night of the accident, but Xing Miaolan had a few words with her brother, causing both parties to break up.

Who would have thought that when my brother and sister-in-law left, they would be separated forever.

When she rushed to the scene of the car accident, the crashed vehicle and the two people's bloody bodies made her collapse and cry.

She didn't expect that her brother and sister-in-law would both die because of her impulsiveness.

So Xing Miaolan has been blaming herself, thinking that she had harmed her brother and sister-in-law. If she had not quarreled with her brother that night, maybe they would not have left in a hurry, and they would not have been in that car accident.

In fact, when Xing Liyan grew up, Xing Miaolan hesitated to tell him the truth, but when she saw how dependent and trusting her nephew was, she decided to tell him everything.

But Xing Liyan's reaction was unexpectedly calm, and he didn't mean to blame her at all.

It was also from that time that Xing Miaolan devoted herself wholeheartedly to Xing Liyan, gave him all her love, and decided not to get married.

Therefore, Xing Miaolan knew Xing Liyan's movements, words and deeds very well. But at this time, her nephew was holding a cooking shovel in his hand and studying the recipes, which really surprised her.

"Xiao Yan, why do you want to learn to cook?" Xing Miaolan asked strangely.

Xing Liyan replied without thinking: "The taste has changed."

Uncle Hu on the side felt a little sad when he heard this. Is the young master tired of the food he cooked?

Xing Miaolan didn't think much and said directly: "Let Lao Hu change his taste. He knows a lot."

"Yes, yes, young master, tell me what flavor you want to eat, I know all types." Uncle Hu expressed his stance hurriedly, as if Xing Liyan was trying to steal his job.

When Xing Liyan heard this, he turned around and glanced at Uncle Hu thoughtfully, then shook his head: "You can't make that taste."

Uncle Hu: "..."

Does the young master dislike me? It must be so! In the past, the young master never said that my cooking was not delicious, and he would eat two bowls every time he ate.

But recently when the young master came home, he found that the young master's appetite had become smaller, and all the dishes he ate were bland.

It was a good thing to be able to eat something light. After all, he had never heard the young master say anything about having an upset stomach.

But every time he ate, he saw the young master frowning after taking a bite, as if he was eating something unpleasant.

He thought that the young master had lost his appetite recently, so he didn't take it to heart. But at this time, what he meant by the young master's words was that he disliked what he cooked and it no longer tasted good!

Xing Miaolan stood aside. Seeing Uncle Hu's sad look, she couldn't help but comfort her: "Old Hu, maybe Xiaoyan has a bad appetite these days and wants to eat some food made by herself. Don't think too much about it."

When Uncle Hu heard this, he did not feel comforted.

"Well, I want to try making it myself." Xing Liyan agreed lightly. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a strange noise from the corner of the kitchen.

"What..." Before Uncle Hu could finish speaking, the strange noise in the corner turned into an explosion.

"Bang-bang!" A loud noise came from where the kitchen appliances were placed.

Xing Miaolan and Uncle Hu were frightened by the loud noise and screamed.

Looking at the dilapidated microwave oven and the affected electrical appliances, Xing Liyan frowned.

"This...this...this microwave oven exploded!" Uncle Hu looked at the pile of steaming residue in horror.

Fortunately, the kitchen is big enough, otherwise the three of them would definitely be injured by the flying debris.

"What's going on? Lao Hu, is the quality of this microwave oven bad?" Xing Miaolan stroked her heart. She was really frightened.

"This... what I buy are all big brands, and they are products of our Xing family." Uncle Hu was still confused and his tone was trembling.

Xing Liyan, who was holding a shovel at the side, took a deep look at the shapeless lump of iron in the corner.

"My mobile phone." Xing Liyan suddenly said, making Xing Miaolan and Uncle Hu look confused.

"Master, what cell phone?"

"I just forgot my cell phone in the microwave." The voice was calm, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

He just put a bowl of water in it, thinking that it could be used when making soup later. Because the recipe said that hot water is needed.

Because work news suddenly came, he took out his mobile phone to handle official matters.

Maybe I put my cell phone in when I put the bowl away.

"What?!!!" Xing Miaolan and Uncle Hu exclaimed in unison.

Xing Liyan didn't explain much, just frowned and glanced at the iron lump.

They have to ask them to send a mobile phone quickly, otherwise Lu Fang will not be able to contact him.

Xing Liyan's calmness made Xing Miaolan and Uncle Hu want to beat him.

Is this something done by humans? They had just experienced a small explosion and were really speechless.

Uncle Hu looked at Xing Liyan, who had a calm face, and said helplessly: "Master, please don't come to the kitchen anymore, okay?" There was a plea in his tone.

Xing Miaolan nodded on the side, she didn't want to experience such a thrilling experience again.

Xing Liyan had a cold face, neither agreeing nor rejecting.

Before Uncle Hu and Xing Miaolan could wait for an answer, he turned around and left.

"Hey, hey, young master!" Uncle Hu shouted, and Xing Liyan, who had already strode out, did not answer, leaving only their back.

"Second Miss, what's wrong with this young master? Are you angry with me?" Uncle Hu asked anxiously.

Xing Miaolan looked away from the door and said with a gentle smile: "Xiaoyan may have something to do, Lao Hu, I'll leave lunch to you. Let someone deal with this first."

Xing Miaolan pointed to the mess on the sink and the floor, smiled and left the kitchen.

Uncle Hu looked at everything in the kitchen and felt like crying.
Chapter completed!