Chapter 593: Chapter 567 Sweet Fried Rice 1
“Give
back my pen!”
“You dare to use this hand when you don’t even want to keep it!”
“It’s just a surface wound, it doesn’t affect my use!”
“How could Bai Jingqing tell
that it has hit the bone!”
“…”
“Let’s go eat first!” Beiming Han pulled her up.
“I’m not hungry!” Gu Qingxin tried to pull her hand away, sowhat annoyed.
Beiming Han’s motion ca to a halt, he turned back to look at her, “You have to eat, even if you’re not hungry!”
“…”
Gu Qingxin has never seen such a domineering person like him before!
Pulled into the dining room by him, Gu Qingxin looked at the two plates of fried rice on the table and frowned, “This is the takeaway you ordered?”
Even if she had just seen him cooking in the kitchen, she couldn’t believe that the man, who didn’t even know how to crack an egg or cut vegetables a few days ago, could make two plates of fried rice…
“I cooked it!” Beiming Han motioned her to sit back down at the table.
Gu Qingxin, “…”
Beiming Han sat across from her, Gu Qingxin looked over at his hand, sure enough, his hands were burned red in many places…
Her lips tightened forcefully, as if a needle was repeatedly piercing her heart, causing a sharp, persistent pain.
Internally cursing herself, Gu Qingxin felt miserable. He was so bad, so why did she feel heartbroken when she saw the burns on his hands?!
“Try it and see!” Beiming Han noticed she wasn’t moving, and raised his chin to signal her.
Gu Qingxin, “…”
Just as her right hand was about to pick up the spoon, Beiming Han snatched it, placing it in her left hand.
She lowered her head and took a bite…
“How is it? Is it delicious?” Beiming Han looked at her nervously.
Unable to resist, Gu Qingxin glanced at his hand again, nodded her head and continued to eat.
Seeing that she was enjoying her food, Beiming Han also picked up his spoon and took a bite…
His eyebrows furrowed almost imdiately…
Sweet?
Why is the fried rice sweet?
Beiming Han swallowed that mouthful of rice and said, “Forget it, let’s order takeout!”
Ever since that day he ssed up the al again, he wanted to learn so cooking skills. But he’s been too busy these days, so he asked a chef to teach him how to make this simple fried rice.
He never thought that he would mistakenly use sugar instead of salt today.
Just as Beiming Han was about to clear the plate in front of her, Gu Qingxin quickly shielded it with her hand and said, “Don’t throw it away! It’s quite delicious, it’s the first ti I’ve eaten sweet fried rice!”
Beiming Han, “…”
“Really, I like it!” Gu Qingxin picked up the spoon and started eating again.
This was the first al he’d ever cooked. Even if the taste was off, she would still finish it…
Watching her earnestly eating each mouthful of rice, Beiming Han’s heart also ward. Who would like to eat such a strangely flavored rice?
She is trying not to let him down, isn’t she?
Beiming Han also picked up his spoon and started eating the sweet fried rice in front of him.
After eating, Gu Qingxin planned to clean up the plates.
“I’ll do it.” Beiming Han didn’t let her move and took the two plates into the kitchen.
Gu Qingxin studied him washing the dishes attentively, and she froze for a mont…
When Beiming Han returned to the bedroom, Gu Qingxin was still revising her drawing. He watched her clumsy attempt and took the pen, placing it in her left hand. Then, holding her hand in his left hand, started drawing on the paper.
“It’s not hard to use your left hand, you need to concentrate, focus all your thoughts on your left hand, and you’ll get used to it.” Beiming Han looked at the drawing, his brow involuntarily furrowing.
Gu Qingxin practiced all night, but still couldn’t draw well…
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