Chapter 78: Fireworks in the world are the most soothing to the hearts of mortals
The weather at high altitudes is so unpredictable;
Just now it was sunny and warm like spring, but suddenly there was a cold wind and the clouds were dense;
After a while, the sun broke through the clouds, revealed a faint smile, and instantly activated all living things.
Qin Yan gritted his teeth and pursed his lips. Don't behave like a child in front of Yanyan;
Endure it again and again,
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is me!
He took Mo Yan with his big hand and strode towards the kitchen where Grandma was, leaving the naughty kid A Xiang where he was.
Isn’t it just to make people happy?
Isn't it just a fight for favor?
Later I will let you see what it means to crush with strength!
Mo Yan was concerned about the injury on his hand, so she didn't break away and let him hold her hand obediently.
She seemed to be getting more and more used to the close contact with Qin Yan holding hands and hugging her.
Grandma looked at them kindly, smiled meaningfully, and asked, "Xiaoyan, Ayan is your elder brother, right?"
Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, still wandering in his mind, what does "age" mean in the dialect here?
Male friend?
elder brother?
Lover?
After hearing this, Qin Yan understood immediately and was very happy. He was the first to answer the question before Mo Yan, "Grandma, your eyes are so powerful. I am her elder brother! My beloved elder brother! Thank you for taking care of her. Please take a rest first."
I'm here to help you cook, Yanyan said the food I cooked is delicious."
After saying that, he walked into the house with a bucket in one hand, walked to the stove, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the cucumber in his right hand, and started chopping vegetables with a kitchen knife in his left hand.
His movements are smooth and fluid, and he is very familiar with it. At first glance, he looks like someone who knows how to cook.
Mo Yan stood aside, dumbfounded.
Prince Qin, when did your cooking skills improve by leaps and bounds?
Without caring about image at all, cooking in this cramped and dark wooden house?
"Oh, what a loving child. Xiao Yan, you are lucky."
Grandma didn't object. She walked to the other side of the earthen stove and started to light a fire and add firewood to the stove.
Mo Yan had no choice but to walk to Qin Yan, frowned worriedly, and whispered, "Isn't your hand injured? I'd better do it."
"You gave me herbal treatment, and I'm mostly healed. It's okay if I don't touch the water. And I use my left hand to chop vegetables. I can use both my left and right hands very smoothly, which is great. Don't you like the food I cook? Immediately
That’s fine.”
Qin Yan tilted his head and kissed her gently on the cheek naturally;
Then he smiled and raised his left elbow, asking for credit. His face was full of pride, and he just had to put the words "Come on, praise me" on his forehead.
He didn't stop cooking and chopping vegetables. He quickly put oil and vegetables into the pot and started stir-frying with a spatula. His movements were graceful and smooth, like a senior chef.
Mo Yan's cheek suddenly felt hot after being kissed by him. She glanced at his right hand again. It was true that the movements were neat and had no impact. It seemed like everything was really fine?
Then let's do it. She rolled up her sleeves and turned around, ready to help wash and chop some ginger and garlic.
However, Qin Yan grabbed her little hand and said dotingly: "Good boy, go help grandma put firewood on the fire."
Hearing this, Grandma, who was watching the show under the stove, stretched out her head at the right time, smiled and winked at Mo Yan, "Oh, I didn't see anything! Xiao Yan, A Yan really puts your mind at ease! You
Come and put some firewood, I'll go find Axiang."
The wrinkles on Grandma's face were squeezed out, and she only had a pair of eyes that I could understand without any explanation, shining with gossip;
Mo Yan couldn't help but lament, even a grandma in the mountains was so gossipy, she really didn't care about region, gender or age.
The two of them worked together in the kitchen, and when they met by chance, their eyes met, and Qin Yan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled very tenderly; one person lit the fire and the other cooked, the smoke from the roof was curling up, the food in the pot was bubbling, the smoke of the human world was the most caressing.
For ordinary people, there is nothing more peaceful than this.
Not long after the meal was prepared, Mo Yan followed Qin Yan and walked out carrying two food bowls, but saw Axiang running over panting and holding a little girl in his arms;
"Grandma, please save Xiaobaicai!!! She's bleeding!!!"