Song ran belongs to the type of high vision and low hand. She has no independent experience in the kitchen. She dare to make sweet and sour ribs for Gu Jingxing.

Well Courage is commendable.

She glanced at the ingredients and decided to make a sweet and sour spareribs and stir fry two vegetables.

She washed the spareribs, ready to pour directly into the oil pan. Gu Jingxing couldn't look down and began to remind him, "don't you blanch?"

Song ran was flustered: "Oh, yes, yes, I have to blanch water. Wu Ma said, said."

After boiling water and cooking oil, the spareribs burst and crackled as soon as they went down. Song ran was so flustered that he put the lid on his face. Gu Jingxing quickly went over and took the shovel in her hand to stir fry the spareribs in the oil pan: "the water is not drained. If you touch the oil, you must fry the pan. I will..."

Song ran patted her chest with fear: "yes, yes, Wu Ma also said that. I'm a little nervous. I forgot. OK, please sit down and I'll come."

Gu Jingxing couldn't resist her, so he had to give her the spatula again. Song ran mastered the rhythm and chanted something in his mouth, including soy sauce, soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, ginger and garlic

Gu Jingxing looks at her serious appearance from one side, and her eyes are turbulent. Song Ran is Miss Jiao. She has never been in the kitchen since she was so old. Unexpectedly, she will study cooking hard for him.

She really cares about him.

"Oh, hello..." Song Ran's voice came again. Gu Jingxing immediately came back to her and nervously walked to her: "what's the matter?"

Song ran put his finger into his mouth and sucked: "the oil splashed out again..."

Why is it that she is in such a mess when she cooks a dish? Obviously, Wu Ma seems to be very comfortable and calm.

Gu Jingxing painfully pulled her to the side of the pool, opened the tap water, gave her a flush: "small ran, or I come."

Song ran didn't care: "what is this little injury? All right, the pot is going to be battered. I have to add some water

Song ran pulls her hand and goes back to the kitchen. Gu Jingxing is helpless. The girl is really stubborn.

Sweet and sour spareribs, add water, stew, song ran looked around, did not know where to start, saw a bag of flour, distressed: "Jingxing, I didn't learn to make pasta, and your wound is injured, can't knead the noodles, otherwise, we'll eat rice?"

"Good, eat rice, let me play a hand, for you Taomi, OK?"

"Yes."

Then Gu Jingxing contracted out all the work, which was called "starting work".

He washed and cut the vegetables and put them by the stove, indicating: "when the sweet and sour spareribs are ready, stir fry them."

As the light and shadow flitted across the kitchen, the smell of meat came. Time passed quickly. Three dishes, one meat and two vegetables, soon came out of the pot. Gu Jingxing looked down and saw that song Ran's hands were gradually covered with red spots by the oil star, and he could not help frowning.

He looked at Song Ran's proud eyes, his throat was burning hot, and he only reached out and rubbed her hair. You, you

There are three dishes and two bowls on the tray. Gu Jingxing runs to the dormitory with it. Song ran brings a thermos bottle to follow.

The sky is dark, the cool wind is everywhere, and the man's back is broad and strong, like a mountain, which makes people feel safe and reliable.

She followed her step by step. She walked with a smile in her mouth. Then she stretched out her hand to hold his clothes. Her voice was tinged with a smile: "Jingxing, I like to live this ordinary life with you. I like to wash your hands and make soup for you. I like it very much."