Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet

No matter how many times they learn this skill, they will never be able to learn it.

Therefore, the burden of treating genetic diseases was all on her alone.

Today is no exception.

Jian Yan came to the kitchen dedicated to making genetic soup, and immediately plunged into the busyness, and no one could help her.

Only Lu Jinxiu was worried that she was working too hard alone, so he followed her in to wipe off her sweat, and filled her body with water drops in capsules to make up for her severely dehydrated body after standing in front of the stove for a long time.

The boiling brown soup was gurgling, and in the steam was Jian Yan's serious face that was flushed red by the heat.

She was stirring in the cauldron with a spoon in one hand, and with the other hand, she took all the raw materials neatly arranged on the table and put them into the cauldron.

With the addition of raw materials such as ginseng, Shouwu, Astragalus, Atractylodes macrocephala, Amethyst fruit, Yunwu fruit rhinoceros horn, etc., the color of the soup gradually becomes lighter.

When the last ingredient, Bing Ningguo, was put in, the boiling soup suddenly returned to calm.

The dense mist dissipated, followed by wisps of cool air.

The soup, which had turned into a color similar to clear water, finally turned into a transparent gelatinous shape under the stirring of the spoon in Jian Yan's hand.

"Okay!"

He took the cauldron and handed it to the white coat who ran in to get the medicine when the bell rang, and said briefly, "This is for patient No. 1 in the bath, don't feed it wrong."

"Okay, I've made a note of it. Don't worry, Mrs. Jian, I won't feed it wrong." After leaving a hasty sentence, the white coat quickly left the kitchen with the pot in his arms.

Jian Yan let out a long sigh of relief, picked up the raw materials and prepared to cook the next pot, but suddenly found something wrong.

She turned around and saw Lu Jinxiu standing aside with a handkerchief in his hand, staring at her.

The moment their eyes met, the man raised his eyebrows at her with meaningful eyes.

—Oh, you forgot about me again.

Jian Yan, who understood his eyes, smiled and explained, "It wasn't on purpose."

"Um!"

Lu Jinxiu responded coolly, and said with a bitter smile, "You are busy, I understand, I know you didn't mean it because you did it on purpose. I also know I shouldn't bother you, but I can't control me heart, I..."

"Fuck me, don't let me go."

Jian Yan was irritated by his resentful woman's tone, and she had goose bumps all over her body. She put the raw materials in her hand into the pot, and hooked her fingers at him, "My dear, come here!"

"Am I the puppy you call and go?" He muttered and complained, but his feet moved to her as if they had self-awareness.

"Let me tell you, I'm a..."

Before the word "principle" could be said, the soft touch on his lips stopped him from complaining.

He blinked, and blinked again, subconsciously wanting to go deeper.

However, the little wife who ran away after kissing did not give him this chance.

She said, "I know, I know, my old Lu is the most handsome, the best, the best, the most handsome man in the world, I love you to death! Be good, wait until I finish my work."

Before she finished speaking, she turned around and came to the pot and fell into the busy again.

Lu Jinxiu, "..."

Just, I feel very complicated!

I always feel that his little wife's attitude towards him is a bit like crossing the river and tearing down bridges or pulling up her pants and denying people.

To use a more popular word to describe it, slag is very suitable.

But what can be done?

My wife is my favorite, so I have to pamper her to the end even on my knees.

So wait.

Settle accounts with her after she finishes her work!