private kitchen

Lin Yize got busy with work again, he left very early every day, occasionally came back to have dinner, and locked himself in the study after eating, He Qingshan sometimes brought supper and water in, and he could be seen frowning and staring at computer, or on the phone with a smirk on his face, He Qingshan felt somewhat uncomfortable seeing that.

The business of the Humble Garden has been delayed indefinitely. Mr. Zhou doesn't know what's going on. He once approached Lin Yize once. The two of them closed the door and chatted for more than an hour. Mr. Zhou came out and shook his head helplessly. , also did not say anything.

Even the helpers in the Humble Garden were put on leave by Fengzi, and Fengzi himself transformed into Lin Yize's assistant, running around behind him every day.

He Qingshan was a little overwhelmed. In his impression, Fengzi was a good-natured, well-rounded boy, a dedicated butler of the Humble Garden and a very powerful omnipotent shopper, but he saw him in a suit and leather shoes following Lin Yize He was not used to the way of reporting things with a straight face.

The Humble Garden is closed, Lin Yize and Fengzi are very busy every day, but He Qingshan is completely idle, doing nothing every day, Zhou Lao took this opportunity to bring him to the small kitchen of his home, and started one-on-one training again.

But now He Qingshan's heart is somewhat absent, he always looks absent-minded, and within two days he pours a spoonful of hot oil into the pot that has not been completely dried, and the hot oil splashes everywhere when it meets water , He Qingshan hurriedly made amends, and overturned the pot again, he jumped to avoid it, but the hot oil still splashed on his hands and face.

He Qingshan yelled when he was burned, and he seemed a little confused, he didn't even take any measures, just looked at Mr. Zhou blankly.

Elder Zhou was so frightened that he quickly looked at his hands, only to see his thumb was hot and red, a blister the size of a fingernail had formed on the back of his hand, and a few oil particles had splashed on his chin, and the skin fell off in an instant, revealing Pink flesh inside.

His face was fine, but his hands were really hot. Mr. Zhou hurriedly took him to a nearby hospital. The doctor prescribed some medicine and bandaged him. Seeing him holding his hands, Mr. Zhou frowned in pain. He waved his hand impatiently, "It's okay, you go home, don't hang around in front of my eyes, you look absent-minded, I'm annoyed!"

He Qingshan forced a smile, and Zhou Lao frowned: "What a big deal!! You two little bastards know how to mess around all day long!!"

He Qingshan didn't speak, and lowered his head with his lips pursed. He didn't know why he was so uneasy, but his life now made him a little uneasy.

Lin Yize came back very late at night, saying that he had a headache from drinking, and fell asleep without even washing his face when he entered the house. He Qingshan had no choice but to wipe his face and change his clothes with the hand that was not burned. In the end it was inconvenient, the movements were a bit heavy, Lin Yize waved his hand impatiently, He Qingshan was also a little unhappy, so he simply threw him on the bed, and went to sleep with the quilt in his arms.

Lin Yize only saw the thick gauze wrapped around He Qingshan's hands the next morning, and he blew and blew on it in distress. He Qingshan felt a little wronged at first, but seeing him holding his fingers carefully on it As he was blowing, a warm current suddenly surged in his heart, and he couldn't help leaning over to kiss him deeply on the lips.

Lin Yize has been very busy recently, the two of them are rarely tender, this kiss is like a fuse, making the two of them passionate.

He Qingshan leaned lazily on Lin Yize's chest. This posture made him feel satisfied and safe. Lin Yize was leaning on the bedside, smoking a cigarette, holding a cotton swab in his hand, squinting his eyes Carefully put the medicine on his hand, and while applying the medicine, he muttered and complained: "Look at you...you are getting more and more back, and you can still use oil to burn your hands like this...such a big bubble, surely To leave a scar!"

"Actually, there is no need to apply medicine..." He Qingshan leaned against his chest and let out a breath, then took his hand: "Just let it dry for a few days and it will be fine."

Lin Yize glanced at him, took out gauze from the closet next to him, wrapped it carefully in gauze, blew on it again, and then kissed it lightly.

He Qingshan's eyes were a little sore for some reason, he put his arms around Lin Yize's neck, and looked at him without blinking.

Lin Yize looked at him amusedly, stretched out his hand and pinched his face: "Why are you so clingy today..." He frowned again as he said this: "Why is your face hot? This is not good!"

He Qingshan raised his head and looked at him, with a slightly ingratiating attitude: "We haven't been together so peacefully for a long time..."

Lin Yize looked at his face, the little cook still had a few pink spots splashed by oil on his face, and there was a look of grievance in his eyes, looking pitiful, Lin Yize sighed, and patted him face, took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a moment, but turned off the mobile phone.

A flash of joy flashed in He Qingshan's eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up. Lin Yize patted him on the back with a smile, and said softly: "I'm not going anywhere this morning, just stay at home..."

He Qingshan's face sank in an instant, he raised his voice, and roared angrily: "Just one morning????"

Lin Yize laughed, and quickly coaxed: "Be patient, be patient..."

He Qingshan looked at him angrily, but he was still reluctant to give up the world of the two of them this morning, he put his arms around Lin Yize's neck and did not loosen, and then bit his chin hard.

Lin Yize smiled and lowered his head, pressing him into his arms and coaxing him in a low voice.

The two got bored for a while, and He Qingshan complained to him in a low voice that there was almost nothing to do now, the humble garden was closed, and Mr. Zhou drove him away again. He wanted to go back to the hotel, but at least he could chop vegetables every day It's really uncomfortable for him to be idle every day.

Lin Yize thought for a while, He Qingshan at the hotel would inevitably invite people to gossip, and besides, he didn't want to put him back to work in the back kitchen of the hotel and be yelled at by others, thinking about it, he patted He Qingshan on the shoulder: " Don't go back to the hotel, how about it, Guan Zhe and I are thinking about opening a chain of Chinese fast food restaurants together, you can go to your Brother Huzi tomorrow and discuss the dishes with them!"

He Qingshan's eyes widened all of a sudden: "When did you start fighting with Guan Ge and the others?"

Lin Yize pursed his lips and laughed: "I told you a long time ago, you didn't take it to heart at all!"

He Qingshan thought about it, but he couldn't remember when Lin Yize told him. He grabbed his neck and said viciously: "I don't remember! What else are you hiding from me!? "

Lin Yize flicked it on his forehead, slightly proud: "I've kept a lot of secrets from you!" He restrained his expression, and said with a smile: "I did tell you about this, you were busy tossing about experiments Oil-stuffed tofu, maybe I didn't care!"

He Qingshan still had a look of suspicion, Lin Yize scratched his nose: "Okay, don't think about it so much, I will be responsible for making money to support the family, and you, just be responsible for how to cook the dishes well!"

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