I, Qinghuan

Nan Yang slept until the early morning of the next day.She still woke up habitually at the hour of the hour, and when she was hazy, she saw the clock on the table pointing to [-]:[-].

She moved her head and found herself resting on Qing Huan's arm.

Qing Huan hugged her from behind, wrapped her other hand around her waist, and was still asleep.A few strands of long curly hair were spread on his bare arms, and the ends of the hair were twisted and twisted around his wrists, revealing a bewitching maroon color in the faint morning light.

Generally speaking, a normal modern person will not wake up naturally at six o'clock.But Qing Huan still has filming today. I heard she mentioned yesterday that she will be there early in the morning.So Nan Yang gently pinched her tender cheeks covered by most of her curly hair, and whispered: "Get up."

Qing Huan snorted, before she woke up, she closed her eyes and grabbed Nan Yang's finger, and kissed it on her lips.

"...I won't get up today, I took a day off..." She still didn't open her eyes, and hugged Nan Yang lazily.

"Why did you ask for leave?" Nan Yang touched the top of her head.

Qing Huan rubbed her ears on the pillow, but her voice was still a bit vague: "You started to sleep at six o'clock yesterday afternoon, and you haven't woken up... I'm worried that you will feel uncomfortable today, so... I want to stay and take care of you..."

Nan Yang was absent-minded for a moment, feeling his heart being caressed softly, and was kneaded into a puddle of water unexpectedly.

"Then you sleep a little longer, I'll make you breakfast." Nan Yang hugged Qing Huan's back and kissed her ear.

Qing Huan's back stiffened instantly.

Those sleepy eyes widened suddenly, and the voice became clearer: "Don't, don't do it."

Nan Yang knew what she was afraid of, and sighed helplessly: "Don't worry, I won't misplace the seasoning this time. I went to the supermarket yesterday and bought an electronic scale, the kind that can weigh grams. I will weigh everything first. Pour it in again."

"That...that's not..." Qing Huan stammered, trying her best to find a wording that would not hurt Nan Yang's self-esteem, "You...you were too tired yesterday, let me do it, you can continue to sleep good."

As she spoke, she got up and started buttoning her pajamas.

Nan Yang rubbed her straight black hair, and said softly, "I can't learn how to cook all my life."

Qing Huan said, "Huh?"

"But I want to do it for you."

3000 years ago, she made a solemn promise to Qinghuan that she would learn to cook in the future, and then cook a large table of dishes for her.It's a pity that that promise turned out to be one of the regrets that Qing Huan couldn't shake off for a long time after Qing Huan's death.

Those who owe her, she must make up for her.

Qing Huan buttoned up the button, a little embarrassed in his eyes.In fact, she was not very willing to let Nan Yang do those chores. Nan Yang should be a woman who was picked up and made a good offering, and she was indeed not suitable for those dirty jobs.Nan Yang had cooked again and again for herself before, and she was already very moved. When she thought of Nan Yang tremblingly holding the spatula with his trembling right hand, she felt very distressed.

"Teach me how to cook, okay?" Nan Yang asked stubbornly.

My heartache is my heartache, if this woman really made a request, how could she not agree.

"it is good."

Qing Huan sighed softly, took clean clothes from the cabinet and helped Nan Yang put them on, and when she was finished, she took her to the kitchen with her.

When passing by the living room, Nan Yang took the electronic scale he bought in the supermarket yesterday.

When Qing Huan was waiting for her to pick up the electronic scale in the kitchen, she habitually took out her phone and checked WeChat.Most of the friends on WeChat are friends in the circle. She has a gentle personality and is very popular. Anyone who has worked with her is willing to add her on WeChat to keep in touch.But generally when there is nothing serious, this group of friends doesn't often chat with her.

When I opened WeChat today, a screen full of unread messages popped up.

[ANT-Xiong Xueer: Boss Nan went bankrupt?What's the trending search? [be surprised]】

[Xia Shan: I wish you well? 】

[Luo Shen: If you are short of money, I can support you first [sad]]

[ANT-Jiang Yanran: I heard that the Mei family went bankrupt, but I didn't hear my father say it. Is it true? 】

[Cen Ziyan: If you have any difficulties, tell me, I should be able to help you a little. 】

[Xiaoye: I wish you all how did you pick up the trash yesterday? ! [panic]]

[Tomorrow night Cheng: Hahahahahahaha master, luckily you didn't come to the set today, Director Li is ready to crowdfund and donate to you hhhhh]

[Qin Jiabao: Oh my god, why did you go bankrupt just after getting married? 】

[Sun Xuxue: I wish you to ask Boss Nan to check WeChat, she never replied to me! [crazy] [sluggish]]

[ANT-Dan Jin: [WeChat red envelope] Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck]

[Qi Yi: No way, Zhuzhu, did Boss Nan catch the baby and make him go bankrupt? 】

[Sister Shishi: Hurry up and call back, the company is about to issue a clarification draft, you can log on to your Weibo and confirm the account status [knock head][knock head]]

Nan Yang came over at some point, and glanced at the screen full of unreads on Qinghuan's phone. When she saw a few words in it, she was also stunned.

"I..." Nan Yang stammered uncertainly, "Am I bankrupt?"

Only then did Qing Huan remember that Nan Yang went to bed early yesterday, and didn't even know that she was dragging a garbage bag of dolls on the trending search.

Nan Yang immediately took out his mobile phone and called Mei Zhongli.

At six o'clock in the morning, Mei Zhongli was still sleeping, and when he answered the phone, his voice was still sleepy: "Old Ancestor, I wish you good morning, what can I do?"

"Am I bankrupt?" Nan Yang asked seriously.

Mei Zhongli said "ah?", "What? Bankruptcy? Bankruptcy for what?"

"I hear I seem to be broke?"

Qing Huan quickly interrupted: "No, it's all a misunderstanding, don't be so nervous."

She explained the cause and effect of yesterday, and Nan Yang and Mei Zhongli on the other end of the phone listened to her.Before Nan Yang could speak, Mei Zhongli hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I'll contact Xiaotian Entertainment immediately to refute the rumors."

After hanging up the phone, Qing Huan couldn't help laughing, and teased Nan Yang: "Why are you so stupid, do you really believe that you are bankrupt?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Nan Yang's eyes.

After a while, she said softly: "...I'm afraid I can't support you anymore."

Qing Huan laughed even deeper, turned around to pack the ingredients, and said while packing, "What are you afraid of, I'm also a star anyway, it's okay if you really go bankrupt, I can take care of you instead."

Nan Yang frowned.

Is there any reason in this world for an apprentice to support a master?

As a teacher, but need to be raised, really out of place.

Qing Huan took her mobile phone and replied to her friends' concerns one by one. Later, she found that there were too many people greeting her, and her hands were numb from the beating, so she edited a thank you note and explanation, and sent it to everyone.

Danjin's dialogue box is quite special, she didn't send any questions, but just sent several red envelopes in succession.Qing Huan knew that something happened to Danjin's family recently, and her younger sister was terminally ill. She faced huge medical expenses and had to go to the hospital to take care of her younger sister.Because he left in a hurry, he was labeled as a striker, and he is still being sprayed on the hot search list.Even though she was so overwhelmed by herself, she still gave herself a lot of money, which was really rare.

Qinghuan thanked her sincerely and returned her red envelope.She wanted to help Danjin, but she was afraid of hurting Danjin's self-esteem. The amount of the transfer had already been paid, but she couldn't press the confirmation button.

Forget it, Jiang Yanran will help her.

Qing Huan is busy with her own affairs here, while Nan Yang is playing with her electronic scale on the other side.

The electronic scale needs to be plugged with two AA batteries. Nan Yang didn't notice this problem when he bought it yesterday.She looked at the electronic scale without electricity for a while, then turned back to the bedroom silently.

When she came out again, she took her favorite Tetris game console on her mobile phone and walked to the kitchen counter. She pulled out the battery from the game console and put it in the electronic scale.

Qing Huan finally finished replying to the message, and happened to see Nan Yang changing the battery, his eyes were a little strange: "Aren't you the most precious phone, why are you willing to donate its battery?"

Nan Yang didn't answer directly, but just asked, "Are you hungry?"

Qing Huan rubbed her stomach. Since she came back yesterday, she has been exercising in bed and didn't eat dinner. She must be hungry now.She nodded, "Well, I'm hungry."

Nan Yang lowered his head, stuffed the battery into the groove of the electronic scale, and said in a low voice, "Nothing is as important as you being hungry."

Just a game console.

Qing Huan pursed her lips and smiled.She stuffed her phone back into her pocket and continued to pack the ingredients. While choosing dishes, she introduced to Nan Yang Wensheng a simple home-cooked dish that she would teach her later.

Cold sweet lotus root.

She didn't intend to let Nan Yang deal with the raw lotus root, so she peeled and washed it first, put the washed lotus root at Nan Yang's hand, and instructed Nan Yang to cut it.

Nan Yang habitually took off his BM47 from the belt, shook it off and held it in his hand, fastened the safety pin, and was about to start cutting lotus root.

Qing Huan hurriedly stopped her: "What kind of knife are you? Is it clean?"

Nan Yang lowered his head and touched the blade, frowning slightly: "It should... be clean."

She clearly shows a helpless obsession with cleanliness in some trivial matters, but she doesn't care about this kind of place that really needs attention. I really don't know what kind of obsession with cleanliness she belongs to.

Qing Huan took a kitchen knife that was almost as narrow and thick as that knife and handed it to Nan Yang, "Let's use this one, after all, it's something you'll eat later, it's better to be hygienic."

Nan Yang didn't refute, and obediently took the BM47, took the kitchen knife, and started cutting with his left hand.

Her right hand is badly injured, and in some cases it is indeed not as good as her left hand, but she can't always use her left hand.At this moment, the slices of lotus root that I cut out with my left hand are thicker and thinner. The thickest one is as wide as a finger, and the thinnest one is more transparent than the wings of a cicada.Qing Huan was standing next to her, holding another kitchen knife, took the lotus root that Nan Yang had cut, and cut it again, trying to make each piece of lotus root evenly thick.

After cutting, she asked Nan Yang to put the lotus root in a pot to blanch, and then put some white vinegar in to prevent the lotus root from oxidizing and turning black.After Nan Yang put the lotus root in the pot, she immediately went to get the measuring cup to weigh the vinegar, but when she was busy pouring the vinegar into the measuring cup, the water was already boiling, and after a few seconds, the lotus root would be boiled and collapsed, Qing Huan I can only pour the vinegar bottle into it first, and said helplessly: "You can use that cup of vinegar later when you season it."

In fact, the method of this dish is very simple, but it is to cut the lotus root and boil it, then take it out and mix it with seasoning.The most complicated part is basically done by Qing Huan, and the last step is to pour in the seasoning and mix it.

Looking at the recipe, Nan Yang carefully spread out a row of small measuring cups and weighed them strictly according to the recipe.Salt, chicken essence, sugar, oyster sauce, soy sauce, mature vinegar, sesame oil.After all the measuring cups were filled, she poured them on the lotus root slices one by one according to the order of the recipe.

This time, no matter how much your right hand shakes, you won't misplace the seasoning.

After it was done, she handed a pair of new chopsticks to Qing Huan, her eyebrows slightly curved: "Try it."

Qing Huan took the chopsticks with a smile, picked up a piece of lotus root and put it in his mouth.This dish was completed under her supervision, and finally there was no unexpected strange taste. Although it was not a delicacy, it could be eaten as a normal dish.

Such an ordinary dish is far from her cooking skills.But she still made a surprise expression after eating: "Wow, you are so amazing."

Nan Yang looked at her seriously, and couldn't hide the joy in his eyes: "I will learn better in the future."

Listening to this somewhat familiar sentence, Qing Huan laughed until her shoulders trembled.

She picked up another piece of lotus root and joked casually: "By the way, I taught Ah Cheng how to act a few times, and she always chased after me to call me master. Now that I've taught you such a big thing as cooking, don't you?" Do you have to call me Master too?"

Nan Yang gave a pause for cleaning the kitchen counter.

She frowned slightly, looking at Qing Huan who was eating sweet lotus root, her tone was tinged with seriousness:

"presumptuous."

Qing Huan bit the lotus root slices and looked at Nan Yang in confusion.

What presumptuousness?Why are you presumptuous?