Rebirth Don't Touch My Home Alpha

Qin Yizhou's words are not just words, he really learned how to cook before the university started.

Su Jingfan was worried, and watched him follow the textbook step by step from the sidelines.

But everything went smoothly, I didn't cut my hand when cutting the vegetables, and the oil didn't collapse when I served the dishes. I finished two dishes of this dish, and nothing happened.

As the saying goes, if there is no opportunity, it must be created.

Qin Yizhou groaned in his heart, blaming the bodyguards for buying too simple textbooks, but looking sweetly at Su Jingfan while flipping the contents of the pot in his hands.

Then he turned his face slightly, and looked at the kitchen knife on the cutting board that hadn't been put away and the few remaining radishes from the corner of his eye.

Do you want to cut another one?

That doesn't work either, it's too dangerous, Su Jingfan will be anxious if he sees blood.

"I...do I still look good?"

He smiled and asked Su Jingfan, who was leaning on the door frame and watching, and said after seeing the other party nodding his head, "Then... let me try to turn the pot around?"

He poked his neck to ask, but he didn't give Su Jingfan time to answer, his hands were already moving.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Su Jingfan moved faster than his mouth on this side, and his feet stepped out, and the flames on the other side jumped a meter high in an instant.

Qin Yizhou was so surprised that he threw the pot back on the stove.

Su Jingfan caught the person with one hand, and was about to grab the lid of the pot with the other, but both hands were empty.

Looking up again, Qin Yizhou quickly put the lid on the pot, and pulled the fire blanket over the wall to cover it again.

He had no choice but to turn around and put out the fire.

After two seconds of silence, when the two of them stared at each other, Qin Yizhou finally came to his senses and fell into Su Jingfan's arms, saying aggrievedly, "Fanfan, you scared me to death."

Su Jingfan thought it was funny, even though he saw that Qin Yizhou was doing it on purpose just now, he stroked the back of his head with his hand and said dotingly, "Is it still upside down?"

Qin Yizhou rested his chin on his shoulder and shook his head. There was no look of fright on his face, but his tone was a little trembling: "When I just put the lid on the pot, my wrist burned and hurt."

Hearing this, Su Jingfan didn't care whether he was pretending or not, he quickly let go of him, took his hand and checked him.

Qin Yizhou looked at it, his eyes widened, and raised his other hand: "Fanfan, it's this hand that hurts."

Su Jingfan paused, recalling the scene just now, that hand obviously didn't hold the lid of the pot, how could it still hurt there.

But... Forget it, if he says it hurts, let it hurt.

Su Jingfan took his other hand, looked at it carefully, kissed his wrist lightly, and said: "Then you go to the living room to rest first, and I will take care of it here."

Qin Yizhou responded with "Mmmm", but he poked his neck towards the pot. As soon as Su Jingfan tore off the fire blanket, he started to lift the lid of the pot while talking: "Can this still be eaten?"

"It's hot, don't touch it yet." Su Jingfan hurriedly stopped him, but his movements of throwing the blanket and fighting back were far less quick than Qin Yizhou's "playing dead".

Although the lid is glass, the handle is plastic.

With a sound of "Kang Dang", the handle of the cover was separated, Qin Yizhou directly conditioned to shake off the handle that was burning his fingers, Su Jingfan had already come up, pulled the person and turned on the faucet to rinse.

It's just two fingers, and it's not a serious injury, so there's no need to be hypocritical.

But Su Jingfan said in a cold voice: "Azhou, stop messing around."

This is the first time that Su Jingfan "criticized" Qin Yizhou.

Qin Yizhou was startled, and followed his eyes to look at his wrist.

There suddenly appeared a large pink.

He let the other party pull him to the living room, and when Su Jingfan got up to search for medicine, he obediently sat on the sofa, looked at his back, and his tone really weakened.

"Fanfan... just a little tingling pain just now, maybe it was a little bit scalded by the high temperature around, I didn't expect it to turn red so much in just a short while."