Poor little homeless, Mr. Huo took her home and loved her

When Huo Qingzhou came to the kitchen, he saw Sixth Aunt getting busy.

Thinking that it was not time for dinner yet, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Aunt Six stopped what she was doing and looked back at Huo Qingzhou. Her eyes turned smartly and she said, "Mr. Huo, you're back. You didn't know that Xiao Ning has suffered a lot."

Hearing this, Huo Qingzhou's expression changed immediately.

Aunt Six exaggerated: "Her throat is very uncomfortable and she can't even speak. I feel so sorry for her. It's really not easy for her. I guess her throat is on fire. I'm going to make her a bowl of pear water to drink."

Huo Qingzhou's expression suddenly tightened.

When he saw that Sixth Aunt was about to continue her work, he moved closer and it took him a long time to speak.

"Let me do it."

Aunt Liu thought she had heard it wrong.

Seeing Huo Qingzhou was about to take something from her hand, she asked uncertainly: "You have never been in the kitchen, can you?"

This soul-searching question made Huo Qingzhou freeze.

But he said stubbornly: "I can do it. I learn everything quickly. It's a piece of cake for me."

This is indeed true. Sixth Aunt watched Huo Qingzhou grow up and knew that he was extremely intelligent. Otherwise, how could he take over the huge family business from the old man at such a young age and make it flourish.

"Okay then, I trust you to do your job, just call me if you need anything."

After saying this with relief, Aunt Liu prepared to leave the kitchen.

She knew what Huo Qingzhou might need. Such a small matter could be easily solved by him in minutes.

self-taught.

However, just as he stepped out of the kitchen, before he could even move his feet, Huo Qingzhou's voice came from behind him: "How do you want to start?"

She turned around and watched Huo Qingzhou transform into someone less skilled, and sighed inwardly.

Don't have too much hope for someone who has never been in the kitchen to cook.

She explained the steps in detail to Huo Qingzhou, and when she saw Huo Qingzhou nod confidently, she walked out with peace of mind.

Looking back again, I saw that slender figure standing in front of the stage busying himself. This scene was really pleasing to the eye and really rare.

It’s rare!

Aunt Liu's eyes were full of relief. Suddenly she thought of something and immediately took out her cell phone from her pocket, took a picture of this beautiful scene, and then sent it to Zhou Zhi.

[Who is it? Who is this? Is this the same guy I know?]

[Mrs. Huo, yes! You read it right! The young master is cooking soup for Xiao Ning! ]

Because this phenomenon happened to Huo Qingzhou for the first time. You know, Huo Qingzhou has never cooked before and doesn't know how to do these things, let alone cook a simple soup.

Zhou Zhi: [It must be the great power of love that made this guy start to make a living. This guy is so handsome! ]

Aunt Liu stared at the message on her mobile phone screen and smiled secretly with her hand covering her mouth.

Huo Qingzhou was so immersed in the process of cooking the soup that he didn't notice his Sixth Aunt who was laughing wildly and covering her mouth not far behind him.

He carefully prepared it according to the method given by Sixth Aunt.

Unfortunately, because I was not skilled, I accidentally cut my hand while cutting the pears. Fortunately, it was only a small wound.

He didn't even frown and didn't take it seriously at all.

It's just a minor injury, not worth mentioning!

study.

Zhou Ning was curled up in her comfortable recliner reading a comic book. When she came across something funny, she couldn't help but laugh a few times.

You don’t know until you laugh, and you’ll be almost scared when you laugh.

This laugh is too hoarse.

Huo Qingzhou, who had just entered, happened to hear the laughter and frowned, "Where is the duck quacking from?"

Duck?

Zhou Ning was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that Huo Qingzhou was saying that her laughter sounded like a duck. When he wasn't paying attention, she rolled her eyes and said, "A cute duck."

Hearing her voice, Huo Qingzhou frowned.

He came to Zhou Ning and asked, "How is your throat now?"

"It's... okay, no big deal." Zhou Ning squeezed out the words.

He patted his chest to calm down a bit.

Noticing that Huo Qingzhou was holding a bowl and placed it on the table, she pointed at it and asked her with her eyes, but did not say anything, just to protect her throat.

"I made you some pear water."

"Did you cook it?"

Zhou Ning couldn't help but blurt out.

Seeing Huo Qingzhou nod, she found it even more incredible: "You don't cook, so why would you... cough cough cough..."

Halfway through his speech, he started coughing.

Huo Qingzhou frowned, approached her, and patted her on the back: "Your throat is uncomfortable, so talk less now."

Zhou Ning had no choice but to shut up.

"Although I don't cook, I can learn anything quickly. Cooking is just a piece of cake for me."

As Huo Qingzhou spoke, he prepared to hand her the bowl of pear juice, hoping that she would drink it quickly, as it would be good for her throat.

Suddenly, Zhou Ning screamed and his eyes fell on the small wound on his hand.

Huo Qingzhou glanced at her and realized what she wanted to ask. He looked at her casually and said it was just a small wound. If Zhou Ning hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten about it.

When you are ready to shake your head and say nothing,

But Zhou Ning asked uncomfortably: "Did you get hurt when you were helping me cut the pears?"

Huo Qingzhou subconsciously shook his head again. Cutting a pear can hurt your hand. What kind of thing is this? It's embarrassing to talk about it. It damages his image.

"Thank you, you are so kind to me. Does the wound hurt? Let me blow on it for you."

Seeing Zhou Ning was so moved that she spoke, and even took his fingers and blew them carefully a few times, he swallowed his words back in an instant.

Let’s put the image aside for now.

After Zhou Ning finished blowing, she asked, "Is it better?"

In fact, the wound no longer hurt, but looking at Zhou Ning's worried eyes, Huo Qingzhou nodded again for some unknown reason, not knowing where she had learned this method.

"It still hurts a little."

After hearing this, Zhou Ning continued to blow gently for Huo Qingzhou.

Then she looked at him expectantly.

This is better after all.

Huo Qingzhou felt a strange feeling in his heart, and he couldn't help but sit down beside her, and proudly stretched out his other hand: "This hand hurts a little too, help me blow it too."

Zhou Ning looked at him in surprise. His hand was not injured, so why did he want to blow it?

Seeing that she didn't move, Huo Qingzhou moved his hand closer to her.

Zhou Ning had no choice but to pretend and blew it.

I thought Huo Qingzhou would end it, but I didn't expect him to hug my waist and hear his low voice in my ears: "It really doesn't hurt after you blow it."

"This method is very...effective."

"Tell me, no matter where I hurt, will it get better if you blow on it?"

The man's tone was intriguing. Zhou Ning listened and saw his movements, as if he was going to expose other parts of his body to her in the next second so that she could blow on him.

She didn't care about her hoarse voice and said hastily, "That place is not good. You can't blow it. You won't be able to get up."

"..."

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.