His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1227

A burning smell drilled into Qian Miao's nasal cavity along the air, and he quickened his pace a little.

It became quieter the further you went in, until you entered a main hall, you saw bright lights.

At first glance, the layout here is no different from that of ordinary people's homes, but if you take a closer look, you will find that there is no window here, and everything in the room is illuminated by lights.

The smoke extraction system in the kitchen is very good, even if there is no window, there is no worry about the occurrence of smoke.

But at this time, Qian Miao smelled the smell of the vegetables being burnt, and knew that it was chicken breast and fried eggs without looking.

When I walked in, I saw a boy with a steep back standing in front of the stove, holding a shovel in his hand, and he was a little stubborn trying to turn over the mushy vegetables from one direction.

He is tall and thin, about 1.8 meters tall, with a thin body, and his skin is tenderer than a girl's. Because he often doesn't go out to see the sun, his skin is fair and tender, to be exaggerated, white and reflective. His hair was a bit long for a boy, and it was very soft. When he bowed his head, his bangs slightly covered his eyes.

In Qian Miao's impression, he is synonymous with quietness and loneliness, if he can't communicate with others, he will never communicate with them. I don't even know how to cook, just because I find it complicated. Usually meals are delivered outside by a special person, and he knocks on the door to remind him and then leaves, not daring to stay longer.

At this time, the sizzling sound of frying vegetables seemed very noisy, which didn't suit him very well.

"I'll do it," she said.

Hearing the sound, the boy turned his head quickly, and a pair of eyes that were prettier than the girl's showed a gentle smile of surprise. What's more special is that his pupils are very rare red, as if wearing colored lenses, but they are more real and beautiful than colored lenses.

"You, you're back." He said.

Qian Miao took the shovel in his hand, turned off the fire first, then poured out all the mushy vegetables, and asked, "Want a sandwich?"

The young man pursed his lips: "I, I want to make food for you."

His two hands are very beautiful, but at this moment they are clasped together and twisting their fingers, and the line of their lips is slightly pursed.

Qian Miao knew that he must have committed an old problem again, and it was caused by excitement.

She smiled, with gentle eyes, reached out to stroke his hair, and said, "Haven't you eaten my cooking for a long time? I went out to learn a lot this time, and my cooking skills have improved. Let me show you."

The boy blinked, the pure eyes were really beautiful. The tense feeling around her body slowly dissipated with Qian Miao's touch, and her hands slowly dropped.

He stared at Qian Miao's dexterous chopping action, and asked, "From whom, did you learn it?"

"It's the older brother outside, he cooks delicious food." Qian Miao looked back at him, smiled again, and smiled softly: "He is also very nice."

The boy was silent.

He watched Qian Miao's every move while cooking, and followed beside him, even if he didn't speak, he never left.

He would look into Qian Miao's eyes, and when she wanted to get a certain condiment, he would deliver it to her in advance.

Even so clinging, Qian Miao did not show the slightest bit of impatience, as if she left all her pampering to the young man beside her.

She made two very simple dishes and they came out quickly.

The boy lowered his head and ate, very quiet and attentive.

He looked up at Qian Miao, the tomato juice was still sticking to the corner of his mouth, and his bright eyes looked at her cutely: "You eat too."

Qian Miao looked at him with her chin propped up, smiled slightly, and involuntarily reached out to wipe off the oil stains on the corner of his mouth, and said, "The brother outside didn't eat, and my sister will send it to him later."

The young man lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Qian Miao saw that his hand holding the fork trembled slightly.

Her smile disappeared abruptly.

"Tang Xin, don't scare me."

The young man was 18 years old and suffered from severe autism. His name was Tang Xin.

She had picked him up from hell a few years ago and had given him that name.

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(After finishing today, ask for a monthly ticket~)