I'm a good man [quick wear]

"..." Yan Chen defended, "Who am I doing this for? Why don't I give you two a chance? People are catching up with me, and you haven't forgotten it. We can do this together."

As he said that, he saw Ji Yang's expression change and quickly gave him the key, "Here, give, what's the big deal? Don't I treat her as one of my own?"

Ji Yang put away the keys and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

After he left, Yan Yihan looked at Yan Chen, "What do you mean? What are you talking about? Whose car is it?"

Why can't she understand?

Yan Chen was feeling uncomfortable, and said with a straight face, "His wife gave it to me, and I want it, so what can I do to force it on me?"

I feel so bad for him.

If I had known better, I would not have bet. I lost Ji Yang's two million and a car, and all the benefits he got from Yi Yan were gone.

Give him two million.

"My cousin doesn't have a wife." Yan Yihan was even more confused. Yan Chen's face was ferocious. He was so angry that he scratched his head a few more times and left in anger.

Ji Yang gave the money he won to the younger members of the Yi family as lucky money.

Yan Yihan received two million, and each of the remaining nieces and nephews received one million, which was just enough.

He is accompanying Yan Ting upstairs at this time.

The other party has been in good condition recently. When I saw him these few times, he smiled twice and said hoarsely, "Are you Ji Yang?"

"Mom, it's me." Ji Yang knelt down and looked at her level.

"Are you so old?" Yan Ting's eyes were confused, "But I don't know you, why are you Ji Yang?"

"Ji Yang is my son."

"my son."

…

She began to fall into her own world again, mumbling.

Ji Yang sighed, stood behind her wheelchair, and pushed her out.

The only thing that makes the Yi family happy is that Yi Ting's condition seems to be under control and has not continued to worsen.

The other end.

Yi Yan only stayed in an old house for a few days and left on the third day of junior high school.

She is alone in this villa.

I recall that I spent the last New Year with Ji Yang. It was quite lively at that time. He cooked a large table of dishes for several days in a row.

The two of them eat together, wash dishes together, cuddle up and watch movies together...

Memories are the most frustrating.

In the next few days, Yiyan called the supermarket every day to send ingredients, and she started cooking by herself.

"Hiss..." When cutting the garlic, she could cut her hand. She looked at the blood that overflowed and frowned in pain.

Suddenly remembering that the last time she was tight, she had a layer of skin cut off, Ji Yang was startled. After taking a closer look, he breathed a sigh of relief, took her hand and kissed it, "You'd better not touch it."

Then he pushed her out.

Yi Yan came to her senses again, and the blood was already dripping down. She pressed the wound and went to the living room to find a hemostatic patch.

She had no choice but to heal the blood and put on a band-aid, and she began to handle the ingredients clumsily.

The movement of one finger is limited, and it cannot touch the water. The movement must be a lot slower, and the potato shreds are cut crookedly.

She didn't understand why Ji Yang could cut it so neatly.

They were of different lengths and sizes, and some were starting to become lumpy. She cut them up and put them on the plate, then went to wash the vegetables.

The meat has been processed, just pour it out and wash it again.

When she was ready, she started to light the fire. The water in the pot slowly evaporated and she knew to pour the oil.

I quickly poured it in, but by accident, I seemed to have poured too much.

The fire was too high and the oil started to smoke quickly. She was reluctant to fry the leeks and cuttlefish first, and added shredded potato instead.

The oil quickly started to splash, and she was so scared that she hid back, covered the pot with a lid, and quickly turned down the heat.

After adding water, the oil would stop splashing, so she dared to stir-fry.

However, this turned into cooking, and she forgot to add garlic, so the taste was not fragrant at all.

After cooking, it will be soft and glutinous, no different from steaming.

The next dish was Kung Pao Chicken. She put the ingredients in the wrong order and all the ingredients were fried.

There was no need to stir-fry the Coke chicken wings. She tasted them and found that the taste was a bit bland. She could add some salt, but she was still satisfied.

She put the stir-fried cuttlefish with leeks at the end. She washed the pot carefully, put oil in the pot when it was hot, and then added garlic.

Putting the cuttlefish in, the oil quickly began to splash when it met the water. She turned her head away and turned it over quickly with a shovel.

After frying the cuttlefish until the flavor is almost ready, add the leeks and start stir-frying.

Not much oil was added, and soon the bottom started to get mushy.

She quickly added water, poured a tablespoon of oil, and added salt.

I don't know what is considered done. At the end of the frying, it becomes greasy and the leeks are almost gone.

It's like being squeezed out of water, the cuttlefish is very salty.

She looked at the dishes on the plate, feeling a little sad and had no intention of eating.

Of the six dishes, only one Coke chicken wing was edible. In addition, the radish and pork ribs soup she cooked was not a failure.

She looked at the dishes on the table, holding the bowl, but her chopsticks reached out to the disheveled plate of fried cuttlefish with chives again and again.

Eating expressionlessly.

The heat was not high enough, too much oil was put in, and it was very irritating. Her throat started to feel itchy the night after eating.

Coughing violently.

The next day my throat became inflamed, dry and painful.

The first person was at home, so she didn't pay attention to this discomfort. She was stubborn and tried again and again.

Fried cuttlefish with leeks every day.

Slowly, she learned how to control the heat. When frying cuttlefish, she could add some seasonings and when was the best time to add leeks.

Add a little water to stir-fry better.

The color of the fried dishes was getting better and better, and when she finished frying the dish again, there was a smile in her eyes.

Not salty but not bland.

She took a sip, but the smile in her eyes faded away in the next second.

It doesn't taste like he fried it.

No matter how much you imitate, it's still not him.

Yi Yan put the dishes on the table one after another, and subconsciously took two bowls and sat down slowly.