Everyone thinks God likes me

Chapter 220 A Gourmet Cooking Dark Cuisine

Professor Qingming at the side suddenly laughed softly.

"What's the matter?" Ping Youxiu frowned, "Professor Qingming, I found that your smile is a bit strange."

Qingming's smile was full of jokes, and he made a serious comment: "I just found that you are more like a good wife and mother than [Heavenly Immortal]."

Ping Youxiu was speechless, his identity as a pure man made him subconsciously want to refute the error of this metaphor, but the memory that instantly appeared in his mind killed his thoughts.

That said, it doesn't seem to be a problem.

Thinking of all these years, I have never done any housework such as mopping the floor and washing clothes, and I have worked hard to bring up my younger sister. She is a great "good wife and mother"!
Ping Youxiu silently praised herself in her heart.

When he came to his senses again, Qing Ming had already finished the bento. The disc operation swept it away, not even a grain of rice was left.

Qingming nodded slightly, put her hands together on her lips, made a gesture of gratitude, and smiled politely: "Thank you for the hospitality, it's delicious."

The 45-degree bird's eye view made Professor Qing Ming look a little petite and cute. For a moment, Qing Ming's smiling face overlapped with the smiling face of the [Celestial Immortal] baby in his memory. Ping Youxiu couldn't help but be stunned. Glowing reddish.

The elder brother quickly turned around, sat upright and obediently, lowered his head and let his scattered forehead hair cover his panicked sight, and whispered back: "I want to thank Professor Qingming, thank you for eating all the food with my own hands." Made bento.”

Thank you for not disappointing my expectations.

……

Qing Ming held her face with one hand and smiled with squinting eyes. He looked at Ping Youxiu and asked curiously: "Are you good at cooking?"

Ping Youxiu: "Well, after all, the first hobby class I took was cooking class."

I still remember that he signed up for the martial arts class enthusiastically at the beginning, but because of his sister's carelessness, he got it wrong by mistake. His sister was sent to the martial arts class, while he was sent to the cooking class that his sister signed up for.

As a result, embarked on a journey of no return for a "wife" who cooks gourmet food.

Qing Ming thought about it carefully and commented: "Indeed, this level of bento can't be achieved through hard work in three or five days. Youxiu must have always been good at cooking, but I don't understand why the level of cooking is so high. Youxiu classmate, why is it that my younger sister said that she can't cook, and that all the dishes she cooks are dark and unpalatable?"

Unexpectedly, Professor Qingming would ask this inquisitively, Ping Youxiu couldn't help being a little dazed, a long memory came to his mind, and a tender and gentle smile appeared in his mind.

The elder brother said softly: "This was a long time ago."

……

When Ping Youxiu and Ping Yuyue were very young, their relatives left one after another, leaving only the brother and sister to depend on each other. Ten years old on his shoulders.

Fortunately, my elder brother is smart and sensible, relying on the property left by his parents, he can barely maintain his life in style.

Although life is very tiring and boring, as long as she can see her sister's happy smiling face, for Ping Youxiu, any kind of bitterness doesn't matter.

The younger sister's smiling face is the honey to adjust the bitterness of life.

An unpretentious concept gradually took root in his heart and became a deep-rooted obsession: nothing is more important than his sister.

From childhood to adulthood, the younger sister's health, growth, and happiness have been put at the top of the priority list by the brother who claims to be the "guardian" than his own life.

One day, the elder brother Ping Youxiu suddenly found out that the eyes of the younger sister who always liked to laugh were a little more disappointed, and the little sister had a little worry.

(End of this chapter)