Nan Qing felt helpless. What kind of squeamish image did the original owner leave to others? Wasn't he just holding a knife and why he was so nervous?
"Auntie, I will be careful not to get hurt. Just go and wait outside. I will call you if you need help." Nan Qing said patiently.
The aunt made a sad face: "Madam, why don't I do the cooking?"
Madam has never cooked before, so she definitely doesn’t know how to cook. Why did she just have a whim today?
If something happened, she would be the unlucky one.
Nan Qing didn't like talking to people over and over again, so her attitude became cold: "Auntie, please go out first."
Er Er raised his eyebrows: "I discovered that no one around Feisen listens to you."
Whether it's the driver or the aunt at home.
These people who are close to each other all know that Fei Sen and Nan Shu are not in good terms, and that Nan Shu is just a marriage tool. Naturally, these people only deal with Nan Shu superficially.
"Um."
It was the first time that the aunt saw the madam's cold face. Once her beautiful face cooled down, her aura suddenly became more powerful. This aura reminded the aunt that the person in front of her was Mr. Fei's wife and the daughter of the Nan family.
Auntie lowered her head and hurried out.
An hour later, Feisen came out of the study. He squinted his eyes slightly, and his eyes were a little moist after just taking eye drops.
The assistant is about to deliver lunch.
The contract signing time for Nan's family was delayed by two hours, so he didn't need to be too anxious.
When Feison came to the restaurant, he saw several steaming dishes on the table.
Feisen glanced at his aunt and asked, "Did you make lunch?"
Auntie quickly shook her head: "No, this is..."
"I made this." A nice voice with a hint of pride came, and Nan Qing, wearing home clothes, came over with a cold dish.
Feisen looked suspicious. These dishes were actually made by Nan Shu. Can she cook?
Although I haven't tasted the taste of these dishes, I can tell from the color that they are not too bad and the taste is also very fragrant.
Feisen didn't know whether he was hungry after ordering and not eating yet or because these dishes were really delicious. He was a little hungry now.
Nan Qing brought all the dishes, then gently raised his chin to him and said, "Feisen, try the food I cooked. I haven't cooked it for a long time and I don't know if it has deteriorated."
"When did you learn to cook?"
He had the impression that his wife was a typical squeamish young lady who couldn't let go of her figure. Things like cooking had nothing to do with her.
Nan Qing sat down and said, "During the summer vacation in college, I thought it was fun and signed up for a cooking class."
The original owner did sign up for a cooking class before, but after a few classes he disliked the oil on his hands and felt disgusting, so he stopped taking classes. Instead, he took a few more classes on pastries.
"Feisen, why are you sitting there without moving your chopsticks? Are you afraid that I will poison you?"
Feisen's face was plain and his eyes were very deep. With his expression, no one knew what he was thinking.
At Nan Qing's urging, Fei Sen picked up the chopsticks and tasted the bitter melon scrambled eggs.
If bitter gourd is not properly processed and fried, it will be very bitter and unpalatable. Stir-frying bitter gourd will test one's cooking skills.
Bitter melon has a refreshing fragrance in the mouth and is slightly bitter, neither lingering nor astringent.
Feisen's eating movements were very beautiful, and Nan Qing looked at him unconsciously.
