When the cannon fodder male lead took the female lead script [Quick Transmigration]

Sometimes people are mean. When lying on the bed, Si Shaochen is no longer sleepy. He wakes up as soon as he touches the bed, and feels sleepy when he is standing. What a name.

As soon as I got there, I saw servants standing in rows outside the door.

"What's the matter, my lord? I haven't cooked for many years, why did I suddenly want to drive us all out, and I have to do it myself."

"You people don't understand." One of the older women said, "It's the same with my family. When I coaxed me, I knew that I was going to cook for me, and no one was allowed to watch."

Everyone showed such an expression.

"I just said, the prince doesn't need us to help. In the past, he would let us pick out the ingredients when cooking. This time, we will do it ourselves."

"If only I could find someone like the prince to spend my life with like my wife." One of the maids complained.

"I'm different. I want someone like Madam, who can read Fengshui and draw pictures, and the prince and Madam are happy every day. If there is someone around you who makes you happy all the time, you Just have fun."

Si Shaochen hid behind the pillar, listening to the servants' chat.Sure enough, everyone is gossiping, especially about their master.

"Hmph, it's just a bit of beauty, and I followed the prince before, who knew—" the man was interrupted by everyone in the middle of speaking.

"You are envious of them! The prince and his wife are in a good relationship, it's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks."

The man just snorted coldly, and then turned his head to do his own thing.Si Shaochen didn't have much impression of this person, but this person's performance was also very obvious.

It seems that Yan Qingmo has quite a few admirers in the mansion, even the servants like him.But people are already his, and these people can only think about it.

Si Shaochen coughed lightly, and turned out from the corridor.

Everyone saluted him when they saw him.

Si Shaochen nodded, ready to step into the kitchen.That person stopped Si Shaochen just now: "My lord said, no one is allowed to go in."

Si Shaochen glanced at him lightly, but he was pretty and clever, but he was more malicious towards him.

He nodded: "I see."

Si Shaochen took a few steps back and shouted towards the door: "Yan Qingmo!"

Yan Qingmo heard Si Shaochen's voice, put down the knife and walked out before washing his hands.Seeing Si Shaochen at the door, he smiled and walked over.

"Don't you want to rest? How did you get up? Didn't sleep well?"

"Can't sleep, come and have a look." Si Shaochen asked politely, "Can I go in, my lord."

Yan Qingmo was startled, then smiled: "Come in, just don't mess with the knife."

Si Shaochen wanted to hold Yan Qingmo's hand, but Yan Qingmo dodged gently: "I didn't wash my hands, there is oil on my hand..."

Si Shaochen had already squeezed Yan Qingmo's hand tightly without hesitation, and he frowned: "Why didn't you wash your hands before you came out? I don't know if I like holding you?"

"Come out when you hear the sound."

Si Shaochen suddenly shook off Yan Qingmo's hand, and he rubbed his hand on Yan Qingmo's clothes in disgust, regardless of how expensive the clothes were.

Yan Qingmo looked at him dotingly, and let him wipe his hands on his favorite clothes.

"you--"

The servant just said a word, Yan Qingmo turned his head and glanced at him lightly, and he immediately lowered his head and dared not speak.

Si Shaochen noticed Yan Qingmo's movements, and he hummed a few times.It wasn't because Yan Qingmo's hands were oily that he didn't hold hands, it was because he suddenly realized just now that he was still in a cold war with Yan Qingmo, how could people who were in a cold war hold hands!He was still angry, Yan Qingmo couldn't just be so cheap.

So, Si Shaochen swaggered into the dining room, looking at the neatly arranged ingredients, he found a place to sit down.

Yan Qingmo washed his hands, took a clean handkerchief and soaked it in water, and wiped Si Shaochen's fingers carefully.

After wiping, he held onto Si Shaochen's hand, Si Shaochen's fingers were slender and fair, and he was obviously not short, so it was hard for him to have a pair of little girl's hands.The fingers are thin and white, and the joints are not obvious, they are more beautiful than girls' hands.

Yan Qingmo grabbed Si Shaochen's hand and kissed it, and said softly in a magnetic voice, "Just wait a little longer."

Si Shaochen withdrew his hand: "What are you doing, don't kiss blindly, I'm still angry."

Si Shaochen was sitting on a chair, much shorter than him, Yan Qingmo stood up and bent down, covering his chattering lips.

After kissing lightly for a while, Yan Qingmo let go, and Si Shaochen licked his lips, neither refusing nor accepting, just looking at him like that.

Yan Qingmo smiled helplessly: "Is there anything you want to eat in particular?"

"I won't tell you if there are any, and I won't accept them if I'm not satisfied." Si Shaochen waved his hand, "Go, I'm hungry."

After Yan Qingmo processed the ingredients, he called the servant girl to come in and light the fire.Standing in front of the stove with a slender body, the hands holding knives and guns are holding green ingredients, testing the temperature.

His movements are clean and neat, and Yan Qingmo's cooking, which has a human-like atmosphere, also has a different charm.

Staring at Yan Qingmo, Si Shaochen couldn't help but think, this man is his, and no one can take it away.

Just admiring Yan Qingmo's beauty, Si Shaochen had already forgotten about being hungry.

The fried vegetables were brought to one side, and the soup was being boiled on the other side. Yan Qingmo picked up a vegetable, let it cool down, and handed it to Si Shaochen's mouth.

Then he stared at Si Shaochen closely with a pair of black eyes full of hope. Under such fiery eyes, Si Shaochen's mouth was a little dry, and he coughed twice: "Ahem—it's barely enough."

In fact, it suits his taste very well, Yan Qingmo is indeed the person who knows him best, but this time he has not forgotten that the two are still in a cold war.

"Then try this again."

Si Shaochen opened his mouth and took a bite, and ate several dishes in one go, he frowned: "If this continues, I will be full here."

"Drink some soup." Yan Qingmo turned a deaf ear to it. He had been hungry for so long in Chenchen, so he didn't have to wait for the table to eat.Besides, he fed it with his own hands, so it doesn't matter where he eats it.