This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 176 The cooking is not good, it's the gas problem!

  Qiao Mu put down the paper cup, walked hurriedly to the door of the kitchen, and saw a cluster of flames burning in the frying pan. It was not big, but it was enough to scare the little girl.

   He sighed and stepped forward, holding the lid of the pot, and after pressing down the flame, he looked at Ling Zihuan with a hard expression on his face.

  "Really can't cook?"

  Ling Zihuan stood beside him, rubbing the back of his right hand with his left hand, was scalded with two blisters, and nodded aggrievedly, "No..."

   "Then what have you been eating for the past six months?"

  Qiao Mu's slender and tall figure stood in the small kitchen, which suddenly made the space very crowded.

  He looked at Ling Zihuan condescendingly, and didn't know how to do it. The hair around the ears of the little girl seemed to be lost by Huoliao.

Hey--

  Ling Zihuan replied confidently, "Takeaway!"

  Qiao Mu glanced at her silently, turned sideways and said: "Go and wash your face, I'll do it."

   Upon hearing this, Ling Zihuan was surprised, "Second Uncle, can you cook?"

  The second master of Qiao’s family can cook?

  The little girl looked up at him with admiration eyes, such a clear and clear sight, which greatly satisfied Qiao Mu's...vanity!

  The tip of his tongue touched his teeth, his lips pressed to suppress the upward arc, and he faintly responded, "Well, come over for dinner later."

   "Go, uncle, I will wash my face."

  The words fell, the little girl sprang out of the kitchen dexterously, still muttering something plausibly, Qiao Mu didn't hear it clearly.

  In the kitchen, he looked around the messy stove, there was still a faint smell in the air.

  The thin lips overflowed again and sighed. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, cleaned the countertop, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of two eggs in a porcelain bowl in the corner, with eggshells floating on the egg whites.

  Qiao Mu: "..."

  Ling Zihuan does not cook on weekdays. There is very little food in the refrigerator, only eggs and fruits, and a box of take-out rice. Qiao Mu thought to himself that he could only make egg fried rice.

After washing her face, Ling Zihuan ran back to the bedroom and changed into a long pink-white sweater. She couldn't smell the oily smoke on her body, so she jumped to the kitchen.

  As soon as he was about to enter the door, Qiao Mu stretched out his arms and directly closed the frosted glass door of the kitchen.

   "Second uncle, what are you doing!"

  Ling Zihuan was so scared that she took a big step back and almost hit her in the nose!

   "Wait outside!"

   In the kitchen, Qiao Mu quietly threw out a word, the smell in the air seemed to be stronger.

  Ling Zihuan thinks it may be her illusion.

"Oh……"

  She replied in surprise, then turned around and went to the living room, hugging Hu Niu and rubbing its fat cat body, so uncomfortable!

  At this moment, the second master Qiao, who was in the kitchen, was taking out his hand from his trouser pocket, pulling the screen with one hand, and stirring in the rice pot with a spatula in the other.

  Another ten minutes passed——

  The second master of the Qiao family's'ten fingers do not touch the sun's spring water', his mobile phone was thrown on the table by him, his left palm pinched his waistline, and his right hand disgustedly threw the spatula into the sink.

   Then, holding the pot and dumping all the eggs and rice into the trash can.

WTF!

  The last time he saw the babysitter at home did this egg fried rice.

  How he made it, it became a tuo!

  The rice and eggs are all glued together, and it looks disgusting!

  Qiao Mu threw the rice pot into the sink with anger, standing in the kitchen, coldly smelling the oily smoke on his body, the old saying goes, ‘a gentleman is far from the kitchen’, it really is the essence of a thousand-year-old culture!

  Two minutes later, the kitchen door opened.

  Ling Zihuan's eyes filled with expectation cast her gaze, "Second Uncle, are you ready?"

  Qiao Mu walked out of the kitchen, tweaking his cuffs, and said: "Change clothes, let's go out to eat."

   "Huh?" Ling Zihuan put down Huniu and got up to go to the kitchen to find out. As soon as he walked to the door, Qiao Mu grabbed her sweater hat and pulled it back, "Do you think there is a gas problem in your home?"

  He spoke very seriously, and the bluffing Ling Zihuan blinked blankly, "I don't know, maybe... there is."

  The voice settled, and Qiao Mu's expression eased.

  Well, it’s a gas problem if you don’t cook well!

  (End of this chapter)