Luo Chen was a little surprised when he saw Mu Binglan standing at the door of the kitchen.
Mu Binglan also didn't know what to do after seeing Luo Chen.
The two of them looked at each other strangely.
In the end, it was Luo Chen who spoke first.
"What's wrong, are you hungry? Wait a moment, you'll be fine soon."
Mu Binglan was stunned by Luo Chen's question, and then hesitated.
"No. I'm not very hungry yet and wanted to see if I could help you."
"I don't need your help, just go and wait outside."
After saying that, Luo Chen picked up a radish and washed it in the sink.
Mu Binglan didn't speak, but she didn't want to leave. She just stood silently behind Luo Chen, watching his every move.
After a while, when he saw Luo Chen washing the radishes and walking to the chopping board next to him, Mu Binglan suddenly spoke as if he was determined to kill you.
"Luo Chen, actually I..."
"Oh, by the way, wife, I apologize to you for what happened just now. I said something a little too much. You should ignore the faults of others. Don't be angry again."
Luo Chen turned around and suddenly smiled at Mu Binglan.
While cooking in the kitchen, Luo Chen thought for a moment and felt that he was also responsible for the quarrel just now. He should know that Mu Binglan was arrogant, but he still questioned Mu Binglan blindly. Luo Chen felt that his actions were a bit unfair.
So in order to protect Mu Binglan's pride, Luo Chen decided to apologize to her.
Mu Binglan was quite surprised to hear Luo Chen apologize to her, but she felt very satisfied in her heart. She looked around and pretended not to care.
"Oh, okay, actually there was something wrong with me just now."
Luo Chen chuckled. Facing Mu Binglan, he was willing to bear the blame and grievances just for the beauty to smile.
The two of them had a tacit understanding and used this sentence as an end to the quarrel they had just had.
The atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly became more relaxed. Luo Chen turned around to continue cooking and asked Mu Binglan to go out and wait.
"Well, wife, go out and wait to try your husband's craftsmanship."
Mu Binglan, who had finally stabilized her mood, was unhappy when she saw Luo Chen chasing her away. Even though she had never been in the kitchen since she was a child, she still wanted to prove that she, Mu Binglan, could do a good job.
Mu Binglan picked up the radish that Luo Chen put on the chopping board.
"I told you I wanted to help. I just cut some vegetables. What's the problem?"
After saying that, Mu Binglan picked up the kitchen knife.
Seeing that Mu Binglan was very motivated, Luo Chen gave up his seat and watched with interest.
Mu Binglan raised the knife and put it down, feeling very good about herself, and then cut all the way down. In just a moment, she had cut a radish.
"How about it?"
Mu Binglan asked Luo Chen. Luo Chen looked at the uneven radish pieces of different sizes on the chopping board and couldn't help complaining that he believed Mu Binglan was a mistake.
"Wife, it's up to me."
After listening to this, Mu Binglan raised her eyebrows as if to say, "Are you dissatisfied?"
Luo Chen responded to her with his eyes, that's right.
"You cut it, and I'll see how well you cut it."
Mu Binglan handed the kitchen knife to Luo Chen. She knew that Luo Chen had always boasted about his cooking skills, but Mu Binglan herself didn't quite believe it. She felt that with her own talent, even if she didn't cut vegetables well for the first time.
Very good, not much worse than Luo Chen.
Luo Chen was helpless, thinking that if I don't open your eyes, you really think I'm bragging, he also took a radish, held the kitchen knife steady in his right hand, hovered on the side of the radish for a few seconds, then raised the knife and dropped it in a neat and rhythmic manner.
The thumping sound.
Mu Binglan looked on in shock.
She had only seen this kind of scene on TV.
After Luo Chen finished the work, Mu Binglan compared her work with his and found that there was no comparison at all. Her own was messy, while Luo Chen's was neat and picturesque.
"How about it?"
Luo Chen put his hands on his hips and became proud.
Mu Binglan held her chest with her hands, pretending to be disdainful, but in fact she was filled with admiration.
"You can't even cut vegetables. My wife, you are so stupid."
Luo Chen saw Mu Binglan's charming appearance and couldn't help but tease her.
Mu Binglan's eyes widened after hearing this, and she looked straight at Luo Chen.
Ever since she was a child, no one has ever said she was stupid. Mu Binglan has always received flowers, praises, applause and fame. No matter what she does, Mu Binglan can do her best.
But today, Mu Binglan's pride couldn't bear it when Luo Chen called her stupid for a trivial matter like chopping vegetables.
"It's just my first time doing it, so I'm not very proficient yet. If you teach me, I'll learn it right away."
Luo Chen smiled and took Mu Binglan's little hand, looked at her green and white fingers, and said softly.
"Forget it, wife, I'm afraid your lovely fingers will be accidentally injured."
But Mu Binglan's arrogance urged her to learn Luo Chen's skills.
"No, you must teach me."
Luo Chen couldn't resist Mu Binglan, so he had to come behind her, hold her little hand with both hands, guide Mu Binglan, and teach her how to cut the vegetables quickly and neatly.
At this time, Aunt Fang, who was cleaning, came to the restaurant to mop the floor. When she mopped to the side of the kitchen, she vaguely heard such a sound coming from inside.
"How's it going? Do you feel it?"
"Well, I feel it."
"Don't be anxious, take your time."
"Yes, keep going like this."
Aunt Fang couldn't help but think of bad scenes in her mind, and her face suddenly turned red. She thought that the young lady and her uncle were progressing too fast. One second they were arguing in the living room, and the next second they were openly doing this kind of thing in the kitchen.
After hastily cleaning up the restaurant, Aunt Fang trotted away.
Mu Binglan in the kitchen saw that she could cut vegetables neatly under Luo Chen's step-by-step guidance, and she felt proud again.
"I just said I can do it well. Don't hold my hand this time. I will do it myself."
Luo Chen saw that Mu Binglan was really smart and learned quickly, so he agreed.
"I still have to hold this hand."
Luo Chen let go of his right hand and let Mu Binglan hold the knife by himself, but still held her little hand with his left hand, guiding her to move back rhythmically.
Seeing Mu Binglan becoming more and more proficient, Luo Chen's attention gradually shifted from her chopping hands to the beautiful scenery on Mu Binglan's chest.
It turned out that Luo Chen was standing behind Mu Binglan. Because of his height, he could just catch a glimpse of the beautiful scenery on Mu Binglan's chest, which was rising and falling with his breathing.
The scenery was so beautiful that Luo Chen couldn't help but think about it and felt a little thirsty.
At this moment, a sharp pain came from Luo Chen's finger.
"Ah, I'm sorry!"
Mu Binglan apologized hurriedly, put down the bloody kitchen knife, and looked at Luo Chen's injured finger.
Luo Chen saw that his index finger had been cut open by Mu Binglan, and blood was pouring out.
"I'm sorry, Luo Chen, I didn't mean it."
Luo Chen said casually that it was okay, but also said something in his heart.