Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"No peeking, go to the living room."

She pointed in the direction of the living room through the door, insisting on waiting for him to go away.

Quan Jingwu's eyes darkened, a slight smile appeared on the corners of his brows, and he followed her wishes and walked to the living room.

Jian Qing watched him go away, then turned around and started to take action.

Relying on her memory from long ago, she took out a few eggs from the refrigerator, then took a large bowl and started cracking the eggs.

bump.

The cold liquid flowed out with the egg yolk in between, and fell steadily into the large bowl, but there were still a few eggshells floating on the egg yolk.

The corner of Jian Qing's mouth trembled, and she peeked outside with her peripheral vision, fearing that Quan Jingwu would catch this embarrassing scene.

Could it be that I haven’t been in the kitchen for so long that my egg cracking skills have also deteriorated?

She shook her head and concentrated on cracking the eggs.

Outside, Quan Jingwu received a call from Shen Hao and noticed that there was nothing particularly unusual in the kitchen, so he felt relieved to talk to Shen Hao on the phone.

There was a sizzling sound and the oil splashed. Jian Qing took a few steps back, took the pot lid in front of her with one hand, and poured all the egg liquid in the large bowl into the pot with the other hand.

This time, the oil in the pot splashed even more.

Jian Qing's pupils shrank slightly. She saw the water glass next to her from the corner of her eye and hesitated for a moment. Seeing the oil stains splashing everywhere, she felt cruel, took the water glass and poured more than half of the water into it.

Of course, when water meets scalding hot oil, there is only one consequence: the scalding oil splashes out even more.

hiss.

Jian Qing's eyes twitched, and the hot oil splashed on her hands. She frowned, stepped back quickly, and knocked down the plate intended to hold the eggs with her backhand. The expensive plate instantly fell to the ground and became a pile of pieces.

"boom--"

In the living room, Quan Jingwu heard the noise and quickly hung up the phone and ran into the kitchen.

"Good boy!"

He opened the glass door, and a choking smell of oil smoke drifted over.

"Xiao Jing!"

Jian Qing squatted on the ground to clean up the broken plates, and looked up at the man who broke in, his eyes very innocent.

Quan Jingwu walked around the broken plate on the ground and reached out to pull her up: "Stay there and don't move."

Jian Qing stuck out her tongue and consciously stood aside so as not to cause trouble.

Quan Jingwu turned around and saw the pot splattering oil. He immediately took the lid and put it on, turning off the heat.

Ge Di, the splashing sound of hot oil gradually weakened.

Jian Qing breathed a sigh of relief and was about to walk over when a man's voice sounded, making her stop.

"Daughter-in-law, were you planning to fry the kitchen just now?"

Jian Qing coughed a few times, and a bit of embarrassment flashed in her eyes: "Well, I didn't mean it. I haven't cooked for a long time, and my skills are a bit rusty. I promise I won't do it next time."

Quan Jingwu chuckled. If she wanted to, he wouldn't let her do it again. It didn't matter if she burned down the kitchen. If she hurt herself, he would be the one who felt bad.

"Would you like to tell me what you just did, huh?" He scrambled eggs and put half a pot of oil in. This skill is really unflattering.

"I heard that scrambled eggs require a lot of oil, so I poured a little more oil. As soon as the oil poured down, I don't know why, but the oil kept splashing out." Jian Qing looked at him with doubts in her eyes. , asked him seriously: "Xiao Jing, do you think it's because of the excessive fire?"

If she had known she should have made a small fuss, she felt annoyed in her heart.

Quan Jingwu glanced at the freshly opened bottle of oil beside him and lost more than half of the oil in an instant. He couldn't help but remember that the first time Mo Xiao washed the dishes, he also poured out more than half of the bottle of dish soap.

Could this kind of thing be inherited?

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, suppressing a smile at the corner of his mouth: "My dear, what else did you do?"

"I saw the oil splashed too much, so I poured some water in," she said matter-of-factly.

At this time, Quan Jingwu finally knew what the problem was. He turned his eyes and looked at the blackened wall covered with oil, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was unusually helpless.

"Let me take a look at my eggs." Jian Qing was curious whether the eggs in the pot were cooked. She just took a look at them. They were golden yellow. They should be successful this time, right?

She opened the lid of the pot and was silently embarrassed when she saw what was inside.

A flock of crows flew overhead.

Quan Jingwu stood behind her and glanced at the "eggs" in the pot, his head covered with black lines.

If he didn't say it was an egg, he probably wouldn't have been able to imagine that the prototype of the black unknown object was an egg.

In the still bubbling oil pan, a black and burnt unknown object was floating, and the smell of burning was very pungent.

"Baby, are you planning to murder your husband?" he said teasingly.

Jian Qing calmly put the pot lid back, covering up the evidence of her shame.

This time I was very embarrassed.

"Xiao Jing, if I said that the eggs I just cracked have gone bad and have expired, would you believe it?" she said weakly.

Quan Jingwu looked at her teasingly and smiled: "What do you think?"

"Okay, I'm not good at cooking." Jian Qing lowered her head and admitted her mistake sincerely.

"My dear, I can suddenly understand what you mean when you say you don't even eat dogs." He teased her deliberately.

If you eat this thing called "egg", you may get food poisoning.

Jian Qing glared at him, "Get out."

"Are you burned?" After joking, Quan Jingwu looked at her. The oil splashed so hard just now, it was inevitable that she would be splashed.

"No." Jian Qing shook her head.

As soon as she finished speaking, the man's cold, jade-like hand reached over and held her wrist.

Under the light, two blisters appeared on the back of the plain white hand, which were splashed with oil and were bright red, which was very dazzling.

Quan Jingwu frowned: "You said no, my hands are blistered."

Jian Qing didn't take it seriously. The word "it's okay" on his lips touched his line of sight and he immediately fell silent.

Quan Jingwu took her hand and turned on the faucet. The cold water washed her hand, and the burning sting of the blisters gradually disappeared.

She raised her head and saw the man's sharp jawline, and his sexy thin lips pursed into a hard curve, as if he was a little annoyed.

"Xiao Jing, are you angry?" She leaned into his arms and asked softly.

Quan Jingwu said nothing, turned off the faucet, took out a paper towel to wipe her hands, lowered his head, and blew gently on the two blisters with his thin lips.

Under the soft light, the man lowered his head, and his thick ink-like eyelashes cast a faint green shadow under his eyelids.

Jian Qing lowered her eyes and looked at him, with a slight smile on her red lips.

"Xiao Jing, are you really angry with me?"

Quan Jingwu gently held her hand and raised his head, "I'm not angry with you. It's all my fault for letting you go into the kitchen. From now on, I'll just cook."

"Then what am I responsible for?" She tilted her head and asked with a smile.

"Responsible for being fed fat and white by me."

Jian Qing patted him lightly and said, "I don't want to be a little pig."

"Let's go get the medicine." Quan Jingwu couldn't hold back the coldness on his face and pulled his lips into a smile.