Chapter 273

Bo Yan endured the scald on his hands, peeled the scalded tomatoes, and then cut them into small pieces with a knife

It can be seen that Bo Yan was completely the first time to cook. He was clumsy when cutting vegetables. Bo Yan even accidentally cut his left index finger.

"Ah!" this time, Bo Yan really called out. As soon as she loosened her hand, the knife fell directly to the ground. She clenched her index finger tightly and almost shed tears.

No, really not.

Bo Yan's line of sight for help fell on Bo Qing.

"Xiao Qing, please help me. You do it. Then I'll tell Mr. Xi that I did it. I'll thank you all my life."

At the moment, Bo Yan is really helpless. I still feel pity at the sight, but Bo Qing's chill at the bottom of his heart is getting deeper and deeper.

If you want to be superior, you can't even bear this hardship. What you say is exaggerated.

Thank me all my life

Oh, when you really become Xi Jinyan's wife, I will be the first to kick it open.

Bo Yan, do you really think I'm a fool?

"Please, Xiaoqing." Bo Yan then begged, tears really ticking down.

Bo Qing took back his thoughts and looked at Bo Yan with a faint look. He didn't intend to come forward. "Sister, everyone's cooking tastes different. Do you want Mr. Xi to find out? Mr. Xi is such a smart person. Do you think we can deceive him?"

Bo Yan heard the speech, meditated for a moment and nodded.

Yes, if Xi Jinyan finds out that she borrows someone's hand, his impression of her will be greatly reduced.

"OK, I'll go on."

She fought for Xi Jinyan and the position of Xi's mistress!

Turning around, Bo Yan continued to follow the recipe, step by step, and finally completed two dishes and one soup.

Although the number is not many, the whole kitchen is like a battlefield. Bo Yan also has wounds on his hands, cuts and burns several times. A pair of white and slender hands are suddenly rough several times. How much maintenance does it have to do to restore them to their original state?

Bo Yan loves his hand, but when he thinks that the food she cooked is for Xi Jinyan, he imagines that Xi Jinyan will look at her with new eyes or even treat her differently. Bo Yan feels that all the wounds are worth it.

She can't wait.

"Xiao Qing, I'll send it to Mr. Xi now."

Thin pour nodded and watched thin Yan push out his lunch on the dining car. She also went out with him.

Can Xi Jinyan really eat?

All the way to the top floor of the company building, Bo Yan directly pushed the dining car into the president's office. Bo Qing stood and looked at it for a while. He didn't follow up and went back to his office.

Xi Jinyan is sitting in his chair now. He seems to be looking through the documents. In fact, he is looking forward to it.

It's lunchtime. Bo Qing should bring lunch.

Then, he heard a knock on the door. He looked a little bright, but he still didn't look up. He just answered "enter" faintly, and the door of the office opened.

Xi Jinyan's face hardened all morning and finally softened.

Bo Qing, you have a conscience.

But

"President, I'm ready for lunch."

In the office, a soft female voice sounded.

Xi Jinyan's lips suddenly stagnated with an untraceable radian. As soon as he looked up, he saw a really thin face.

What about thin tilt?

Why not him?