Yan Chenjing's hand on the drawer finally left, and he stood up, still speechless to her. The door was closed with a bang, Yu Xinduo wiped the tears on her face hard, and then jumped down
Bed, she thought he must be very hungry, so she went to ask him if he wanted to eat anything.
"Chen Jing, are you hungry? Do you want me to cook something?" She ran out and asked him with a smile, but her face was red and swollen and her eyes were swollen, which made the person who smiled feel a little sad.
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"Cooking? Do you know how to cook it? Yan Chenjing is holding a cup and drinking water. He is hungry, but the hourly maid is not here now, and Yu Xinduo is in front of him. Can she know how to cook it?
Yu Xinduo was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile, "I can't learn, just wait for me, I'll go right away," she wiped her face with her sleeves, then ran into the kitchen, carefully
Please, be careful.
In the kitchen, she was in a panic and didn't know where to start. The oil was hot and her vegetables hadn't been cut yet.
She was anxious, and her finger suddenly hurt. The knife had already cut her finger. She endured the pain and looked at the blood that kept coming out of her finger.
She kept crying in pain, but she didn't dare to cry out. She couldn't go on like this. She wanted to find a way to keep her husband. If she continued like this, she would really get divorced. She put her finger on
There was a rush of water under the water pipe, and she watched the blood streaks being washed away little by little, and then staying out again, and she didn't care about her fingers for too long, the oil had already caught fire, and she hurriedly poured the dishes out.
After entering, the fire suddenly burst out and almost burned her hair.
She only knew how to make egg fried rice, and she still couldn't do it well. An hour later, she wiped the sweat from her face, and then laughed out loud. When she came out with a plate of dark things, Yan Chenjing was still confused.
Sitting on the sofa, he looked at the TV, but didn't look at him
She put the plate on the table and put her hands behind her back, "Chenjing, I made this. Although it doesn't look good, it's edible. It's really edible," she said sheepishly,
I'm also very ashamed. If I had known she should have learned to cook, instead of being in such a hurry now that she couldn't even make a decent dish.
Yan Chenjing frowned and stared at the black food on the table, unable to tell what it was made of.
"Are you sure you can eat these without being poisoned?" He asked Yun Xinduo.
Yun Xinduo nodded, "It's really edible. I've tasted it, and it actually tastes pretty good." Her voice became smaller and smaller, because Yan Chenjing had already stood up, and he put his hand on her
It was so thin and cold in the pocket of his pants, "You can go and eat it yourself, I don't dare to eat this kind of thing."
After he finished speaking, the man turned around and went upstairs.
Yu Xinduo clenched the fingers behind her back. There was still a faint pain in her fingers, but it was not as distressed as she felt now.
She picked up the spoon tremblingly and took a bite. "It's actually not bad to eat, really." She lowered her head and ate the fried rice in the bowl one bite at a time. When Yan Chenjing turned around, he just tightened his mouth.
They locked lips, and all she got was the sound of the door closing.
He was so tired that he didn't want to say anything anymore or do anything.
An Zhiran poked the woman who had been in a daze with the pen in her hand.
"Have you been busy lately?"
Yu Xinduo raised her head, still a little confused, maybe she didn't know where she was.
"Yeah," she stretched out her hand, which was covered with wounds of all sizes, "I'm learning to cook. Soon I'll be able to make delicious dishes for my husband. I don't have much time.
, There really isn’t much left…” She retracted her hand and said to herself,
This is only the second day. She has been studying, but she has left no good skin on her hands. It hurts, but she will keep going.
"Why is there not much time?" An Zhiran asked, but the brush in his hand never stopped.
"Because..." Yu Xinduo lowered her head gently, then picked up a branch with her right hand and wrote something on the ground, "I will set a seven-day deadline with my husband. As long as I get better and behave better, he will
You won't divorce me. You said it's hard to get better. I'm not bad in the first place."
So, she raised her face, her eyes were smiling, "You said I will definitely succeed, right?" She asked An Zhiran, she really wanted someone to cheer her up now, because she wanted to
There are still many, many more difficulties to face, and even greater difficulties are waiting for her.
An Zhiran raised his eyebrows slightly, without giving her any encouragement or anything. Then he stopped painting and placed a painting in front of her.
Yu Xinduo blinked, and then took the painting, "No way, you painted me, this is me?" She pointed at the painting, then pointed at herself, the woman in the painting finally appeared.
The five senses, however, belong to Yu Xinduo.
"It's obvious, isn't it?" An Zhiran brought the painting closer to her, "Aren't these facial features what you have been seeing for decades?"
Yu Xinduo kept nodding, "It's me, it's me. You are so stingy. I have been begging you for so long, and you are just now painting me. You have to paint so many pictures a day, just paint one for me."
Will you die?" She took the painting and kept complaining, already very dissatisfied with An Zhiran.
However, she raised her face and raised the painting in her hand in confusion, "What's wrong with your painting? Why did you paint me crying? I'm obviously smiling now," she said, and really gave An Zhiran
An overly bright smile, but he looked at the painting in his hand a little absent-mindedly.
The woman in the painting was crying heartbroken and full of despair, and she could feel the despair, it was very clear and very real.
"You seven days later," An Zhiran took the painting from her hand and put it away before pushing the wheelchair to leave.
"What me will be in seven days?" Yu Xinduo was unwilling, "I will smile for you in seven days," she shouted at An Zhiran's back, "Isn't this a curse on me?" She pinched her hands on
Waist, huffing, I will never come here again, she snorted, then picked up her bag and stomped the ground heavily.
An Zhiran suddenly stopped the wheelchair, turned around, and pursed his lips even tighter. What was placed on his lap was a painting. The woman in the painting was crying sadly, but she was helpless.
Yu Xinduo returned home. She rolled up her sleeves and prepared to cook. It was only 11 o'clock now. Her speed was a little slower, but it should be ready around 12 o'clock. Then she would give it to Yan Chenjing.
Go, she thought he would be happy with her change.
"Hiss..." As soon as her hand touched the water, it hurt so much that she couldn't help but grin. She endured the pain on her fingers and continued to wash the dishes. The oil in the pot had already been hot, and she couldn't help it now.
She was so busy again, but when she was about to take the dishes, a drop of oil happened to splash out and hit her hand. She shrank her hand, and more oil splashed out, all on her hand.