The Rebirth Group's pet little flirt

In the ward, Fu Shiyu personally bought pots and pans and waited for her arrival.

Nan Zhixin leaned against the door in fear, very surprised.

Without asking anything, he had already walked to himself slowly.

With his right hand, he led Nan Zhixin to those things.

"It's absolutely impossible for the old lady to watch you messing around. Maybe there will be a competition to test your cooking skills." Fu Shiyu's eyes were full of smiles, and he placed one hand on Nan Zhixin's forehead.

He squatted on his knees, lowered a little, and turned his affectionate pupils to Nan Zhixin's face: "Zhixin, since there is a competition, I definitely don't want you to lose too thoroughly."

Nan Zhixin looked at those pots and pans, and smiled wryly: "So you prepare these because you want to teach me how to cook in advance?"

Fu Shiyu put his palm on her shoulder and approached her.

Nan Zhixin only felt a hot breath in his ear, and the other party's words were easily conveyed to his ears.

"The task of cooking in the future will definitely not trouble Zhixin, but Zhixin, I still hope that my parents can support you as always."

Nan Zhixin compromised, and generously accepted his unreasonable troubles.

"Okay, you teach on the spot."

The naive thing that happened later was bumped into by Su Heng who came to give the patient an injection.

Facing his brother's strange words and deeds, he raised his forehead and asked, "No, can't you and Ms. Nan follow the work of our ward?"

Today's wards not only provide accommodation for patients, but also accommodate pots and pans?
"Just demonstrate, don't fire." Nan Zhixin said good things for Fu Shiyu, and then took Fu Shiyu to get an injection, "Don't worry, Doctor Su, I will never let Shiyu have trouble."

"I'm not worried about that." Su Heng had already heard about the other party's intentions from Fu Shiyu.

I also know that Miss Nan dug a hole for herself.

"Miss Nan, as long as you are smarter, you won't fall to the point where you need to learn how to cook." Su Heng pointed his index finger at the temple, gestured to her hand rigorously, and explained the meaning of the words, "The injury on your hand will last for a short time. It's not going to be good at all."

"En." Nan Zhixin replied indifferently.

"You look like this, can you draw with Miss Min?" Su Heng picked up the tweezers and put medicine on Nan Zhixin's hand first.

Nan Zhixin shrugged his shoulders indifferently, with a determined smile on his face: "I believe I won't lose badly."

"It seems very confident." He raised his tone, but his eyes were directed at Fu Shiyu, as if he was teasing his brother for unnecessary actions.

Fu Shiyu replied: "No matter what, opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared."

Sure enough, as expected, the old lady was well prepared.

I specially picked a good time and called everyone in the family.

Of course, he didn't let anyone tell his grandson Fu Shiyu.

Within a fixed time, Nan Zhixin was brought to the house.

In the living room, one corner on one side.

The two entry cards with the names of Min Qingqing and Nan Zhixin written on them left and right in turn.

Of course, the old lady is also a smart person. Before that, she didn't tell the two of them that she would choose to make cakes and cook at this time.

They have never been told that many senior Fu parents have come to the family, and they are all preparing to taste delicious food.

Looking at the black and white crowd in front of her, Nan Zhixin took three long breaths, comforting herself that it was a small scene.

Make cakes.

Before I dug a hole myself, I thought of this scene.

And in her eyes, this is a good opportunity to show her face in front of her father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Before cooking, Nan Zhixin also deliberately checked all the ingredients in the kitchen.

When I found out that my ingredients were the same as Min Qingqing's, I felt at ease.

The old lady was still upright, at least she didn't kill her because she hated herself.

Give less ingredients, or favor Min Qingqing.

Seeing Nan Zhixin bouncing up and down in the kitchen to check, the old lady held the prayer beads and raised her hand.

"How long do you have to watch?"

Nan Zhixin turned her head, and when Min Qingqing was about to speak out, she yelled sweetly.

"Well, Grandma. I won't let you down."

But I will make Min Qingqing despair.

In order to prevent Min Qingqing from escaping this competition, Nan Zhixin took the lead in introducing a situation that might happen to green tea.

Dizziness, toilet, diarrhea.

The reasons are varied.

Who would have thought that the old lady was so angry that she said directly: "Since it's a competition, it's best not to keep everyone waiting. Besides, why didn't you call yourself uncomfortable just now?"

"Well, grandma is right." Nan Zhixin bowed her head proudly, this time, she found all of Min Qingqing's excuses.

She can't do it unless she competes with herself.

"Okay, let's compete." The old lady retreated to her grand master's chair, giving orders in a strict manner.

Nan Zhixin put on the book cover and looked at Min Qingqing who was standing beside her.

But after all the calculations, she never thought that this woman is a ruthless person, and she would choose to burn her fingers with the burnt oil.

The old lady felt distressed and called the servant directly to send him to the hospital.

On the spot, Nan Zhixin, who was about to make the pastries, felt deeply disappointed as she watched the scene.

The elegant mother-in-law is clever, and has already taken a short video of Min Qingqing and Nan Zhixin with her mobile phone.

Then he sent it to his son Fu Shiyu.

Fu Shiyu was stunned when he saw the video sent by his mother.

The ideal person who always thinks that the ten fingers do not touch the spring water, turns out to be able to make pastries with noodles.

Even chopping vegetables is at the master level.

The father-in-law looked at the phone and smiled at the wife next to him: "That girl is still cooking depressedly."

"So our daughter-in-law is so powerful."

Although the competition is not over, the father-in-law and mother-in-law's love for Nan Zhixin is from the bottom of their hearts.

When the pastry was ready, Nan Zhixin brought it out for the Fu family and seniors to taste.

Everyone praised Nan Zhixin's cooking skills.

"Don't worry, Zhixin. We will witness your good cooking skills when we meet." The mother-in-law stretched out a tissue and wiped the flour off Nan Zhixin's face.

I thought to myself, the daughter-in-law my husband is looking for is really different.

No wonder Shi Yu has a deep affection for her.

But Nan Zhixin glanced at the place where Min Qingqing was, feeling disappointed.

During the time when he was elated, the rival in love slipped away, and the best effect was still not achieved.

She clenched her fingers tightly, thinking that the future will be long.

"Boss, come here, and I will introduce you to the elders." The mother-in-law is elegant and gentle, wearing a light blue cheongsam, which brings out the ladylike temperament of everyone.

Nan Zhixin looked at the other party and couldn't help laughing.

I had planned for the worst.

As long as the father-in-law and mother-in-law are happy and know their cooking skills, there will be someone who can talk to the old lady in the future.

After leaving the house, all the seniors in the group tricked Nan Zhixin to go to their place for a party.

【Well, it's a victory】

Someone sent a message.

Nan Zhixin's voice replied: "Hey, don't mention it. In order not to cook, the rival in love sang a play about praying mantis catching cicada and oriole behind him."

On the page over there, more than a dozen emoticons appeared.

【what do you mean】

"Min Qingqing burned her finger and escaped the competition." Nan Zhixin replied.

Master Chef Guo said backhand: "Even if there is an accident, you still have to make the pastry."

In the eyes of people who have passed by, even if the old lady doesn't look at it, someone will see it.

People's eyes are sharp.

[Don't worry, someone's eyes are sharp. ] Chef Guo's timely reply made Nan Zhixin suspicious.

"Master, what do you mean, old man?"