You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang glanced at them, silently stepped aside and said nothing.

Well, at this time, it's better to study with an humility. Forget about things like swollen faces and fat people.

Qing Mang watched them being so busy on the sidelines, found a place that was more convenient for observation without disturbing them, and quietly watched them learn by the way.

Today, I thought it was good to cook in person, but when I look at it this way, it seems that I did not cook in person, but made a fake hand. Well...what will she say later? Or do you just say you did it yourself?

It is estimated that Lu Yanmu can tell at a glance, how can a person with high IQ like him not know, and as long as he tastes it, he can know whose hand it came from, let alone want to lie to him.

Let's be honest, the dishes can't be done, at least bitter gourd pot can still be done.

Qing Mang watched them busy, and silently wrote down the order of their cooking. He probably knew when to put what dishes, what ingredients to put, how long it took, and when they could start the pot.

It doesn't matter if she won't do it this time, she learned it, and she can try to do it next time. Probably, the memory after rebirth is amazing, one of the golden fingers he got.

Well, thinking about it, it's really interesting, and it saves a lot of effort.

But this time, is she a face slap?

Forget it, regardless of these, there are many things in life, just simpler.

When most of the hard dishes were ready, Qing Mang looked at the remaining side dishes. These things are relatively simple and she can handle them by herself, so let her do it herself.

"Okay, let me try the rest. I have dinner. Let me try these." Qing Mang put on his apron, and after washing his hands, he stood in front of the stove, a little eager to try.

As soon as the servant saw her posture, she knew that she was going to behave well, and took a look at the remaining dishes. It was not difficult, and it was probably manageable.

And before, I did see Qing Mang cooking. This posture was so good that he wouldn't burn the kitchen.

After confirming that Qing Mang wanted to cook, he silently vacated a seat and reserved enough space for her.

Anyway, they were also watching, if they really burned the kitchen, it could be remedied.

Naturally, Qing Mang didn't know that he was underestimated, and he was confident that he was preparing to stir-fry. After sorting out the order of one side, he started to do it.

Perhaps because of inexplicable self-confidence, Qing Mang felt a sense of being possessed by the God of Cooking. When cooking, all the feelings were right, and he felt very happy. In less than half an hour, all the remaining side dishes will be cooked out of the pot.

When the last bitter gourd pot was finished, Qingmang suddenly felt that the whole world was an old lady, and it was cool.

Qing Mang glanced at the time, and almost read seven o'clock. When it was time to eat, he cleaned up, and then he could ask Lu Yanmu to come down to eat.

According to his workaholic attributes, he must be in the study again, and probably people who don't work will never be able to experience this feeling of being dominated by work, such as her.

Qing Mang smelled the clothes on her body. There was a smell of oily smoke. Before asking Lu Yanmu to eat, she went to the bedroom and changed her clothes. Even if she was eating at home, she would be beautiful.

Who would let her opposite, sit on a handsome guy who is invincible and handsome in the universe.

The delicacy is on the table, and the beauty is on the side. Life is a winner.