Su Hanqi kicked away the pot at his feet. Chen Yue was so frightened that her face turned pale. She pursed her lips tightly and huddled in the corner with a look of horror on her face. Her small body was still shaking in shock.
"Do you think you can learn to cook by reading a book? You are as stupid as a pig. Go out and don't bother me here."
Chen Yue looked aggrieved, lowered her head, pursed her lips tightly, hunched her shoulders and slowly moved out of the kitchen. She lay timidly at the door of the kitchen and watched Su Han silently clean up the mess.
Chen Yue was extremely amazed by Su Han's every move.
He is the son of the Su family. His family conditions are better than his own, but he can take care of his own basic necessities, food, housing and transportation. However, he cannot do it. He can't even cook without touching Yang Chun Shui.
Su Han knew that Chen Yue was at the door. He had been tired at the company all day. At this moment, he just wanted to eat a bowl of noodles quietly as usual, then make himself a cup of coffee and have a good rest.
It was this damn woman who suddenly broke into his life.
Disrupting the original comfortable life without any precautions.
He sighed deeply, bent down to pick up the pot on the floor, washed it with water, and then put away the chopping board. Everything was at hand, and in a short while, a bowl of steaming plain noodles was put on the table.
Su Han's eyes ruthlessly swept across Chen Yue who was standing at the door of the kitchen. His cold and fierce eyes seemed to say to Chen Yue: What are you looking at? Don't you have any hands?
Chen Yue watched Su Han's movements silently, swallowed her saliva, tears welling up in her eyes.
He can cook, but he doesn't have his share.
Chen Yue was heartbroken, even though she had the power, she was going to starve.
She gritted her teeth and cooked herself a bowl of noodles with the hot water in the pot.
When Su Han was down, she silently measured the time in her heart and cooked for four minutes in total.
She also saw Su Han put seasonings in the bowl. Although she didn't know what he put in the noodles, the way he was eating the noodles suggested that the noodles should be delicious.
Chen Yue is very smart, but she hasn't accurately grasped the amount of seasonings. This time, the salt is just right, but the chili pepper is a bit too much.
She brought the noodles to the table. Su Han had already finished eating. He threw the bowl into the sink, didn't bother to wash it, and turned around to go into his room.
Chen Yue tasted the noodles in her bowl and frowned. It was too vinegary and too sour.
She has never liked eating acid. She is already sour in her heart and does not want to make her stomach acidic again.
However, she didn't care so much, she lowered her head and wolfed down the noodles. God knows, this bowl of noodles contained too much sour, sweet, bitter and spicy.
Su Han went into his room and found the clothes he would wear the next day. Seeing the traces of washing powder on them, he slammed the door angrily and handed the clothes directly to Chen Yue.
"Is this the clothes you washed? If it's not clean, wash it again."
Chen Yue was stunned for a moment, then washed it again?
She was afraid that the clothes would not be clean the first time, so she deliberately put more washing powder.
It's still not clean after putting so much washing powder, should I put more detergent?
Chen Yue was thinking in her heart, and she had already asked her confused words: "Should I put more washing powder?"
Su Han was very crazy.
I took a long, deep breath, fearing that my blood pressure would increase, my eyes would roll, and I would faint.
"Whatever you want, just wash it off."
Chen Yue looked at the clothes in her hands with confusion on her face.
Strange, where did this white trace come from?
After thinking for a long time, she was really puzzled. She quickly cleaned up the kitchen, washed her hands, took Su Han's clothes and carefully went out.
This scene still fell in Su Han's eyes.
Chen Yue knocked on the door opposite her house. After many questions, she found out that the eldest sister opposite was named Ma Li. Her husband was a cadre, so her family conditions were better.
Ma Li is a wealthy person and is a little expert in housekeeping. She can't do anything without her.
Seeing the apology on the face of the sister in the opposite house, Ma Li grinned and her eyes fell on the clothes in Chen Yue's hands.
"What's wrong? Do you want me to help you sew clothes?"
"No, Sister Ma, I'll keep this bottle of malted milk for you. Thank you, Sister Ma, for your guidance during this time."
As if by magic, Chen Yue took out a bottle of malted milk from under her clothes and put it into Ma Li's hand.
During this period of time, if I have something to do, I will bother Ma Li. After a long time, I will be embarrassed to bother and not say anything. I will always knock on others, and they will also feel irritated.
She didn't have anything extra to give, so why not give her a bottle of better malted milk so that she could ask questions more easily next time.
"Isn't this appropriate?"
When Ma Li saw that it was malted milk, malted milk was not a good thing to her, but looking at the brand, it was not something she could afford, and she immediately smiled sheepishly.
"Appropriate and appropriate."
Chen Yue smiled and saw that Ma Li accepted his bribe and said with a smile:
"Sister Ma, excuse me today. I have something to ask you. Why can't these clothes be washed clean? I really put a lot of washing powder in them."
Ma Li glanced at the clothes in Chen Yue's hand again, and opened the door to her house: "You come in and sit down first, and I'll tell you slowly."
"No Sister Ma, I still have a lot of things to do when I go back. I can't do it well and I do it slowly."
"Just go back and wash the clothes in water twice. It's because you put too much washing powder. Use less washing powder next time.
If you like, you can put more washing powder, but you have to rinse the water in the basin until there is no foam."
After Ma Li finished speaking, Chen Yue suddenly understood.
No matter how hard I wash my feelings, I can't get them clean. It turns out I put too much washing powder.
When she washes her clothes, because the clothes are changed every day, she simply soaks them and then takes them out to dry.
As for Su Han's clothes, she didn't know how to wash them.
After Ma Li's guidance, she finally understood.
Su Han secretly lay at the door and listened, calling Chen Yue an idiot in his heart.
This little thing requires a bottle of good malted milk.
Prodigal women, if you don’t live by yourself, you don’t know how expensive firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar are.
Su Han wondered why he had such an idea. Was he someone who couldn't afford oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar?
Because of such a trivial matter, Chen Yue seemed very happy, and quickly washed Su Han's clothes twice, and hung them flat on the hangers, so that when the clothes were dry, they would be clean after being lightly ironed.
It's smooth and tidy.
It was almost ten o'clock when Chen Yue finished her work. She rubbed her sore waist and just lay on the bed after washing when Su Han broke in through the door.
The person on the bed was frightened and quickly sat up from the bed.
Although this is Su Han's house, Su Han has never entered Chen Yue's room. Only then did he realize that Chen Yue's room was very warm and tidy.
As soon as the door opened, the faint scent of a woman invaded the tip of his nose, making Su Han feel a little dazed.
Pink floral sheets, pink floral pajamas, a white fur mat on the floor beside the bed, and a pair of neatly placed slippers on the mat. On the dressing mirror of the bedside table, gadgets are neatly placed, and the whole
The room was completely different from his own room, but it made it difficult for him to open his eyes.