Damn! This black-hearted capitalist even charges such a high price for cooking! Qiao Shaoan really wanted to stand up and shout, 'I won't eat today!'

He endured it again and again, and finally squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "It's done! Deal!"

This is retribution. When he was in the hospital, he tried his best to prescribe all kinds of expensive medicines and supplements to Yin Mochen's hospitalization fee. Now retribution has come, and he has to spit out the dirty money he earned.

Give it back to this black-hearted man.

Qiao Shaoan knew that this guy Yin Mochen was very narrow-minded. When others tried to trick him, he would not say anything and pretended to be a little fat sheep that could be slaughtered by others. Now, when the time is right, he would turn into a wolf and fight back.

Therefore, it is best not to mess with such shady men. Even if they do not report their grudges on the spot, they will definitely find ways to settle the scores later.

Hearing what seemed to be some heated conversations in the kitchen, Ye Zhixia asked with concern: "Uncle, what are you doing? Do you need our help?"

"No need!" Two men in the kitchen replied in unison.

After the deal was concluded, Yin Mochen returned to his usual chef demeanor, quickly scanned the ingredients, thought about the dishes to be made for lunch today, and then began to direct Qiao Shaoan.

Which vegetables should be shredded, which vegetables should be sliced, which vegetables should be diced, which vegetables should be staple food, which vegetables should be side dishes...

As a result, Qiao Shaoan, who had just spent a high price of five million to hire a chef, was completely reduced to a side dish worker, burying his head in washing and chopping vegetables.

After Yin Mochen finished cooking a few main dishes, he seemed to casually mention: "If you propose, it's best to cook one or two dishes by yourself, so as to appear more sincere."

"Cook it by yourself?" Qiao Shaoan immediately put down the kitchen knife in his hand and raised his eyes to look at him, "If I cook it by myself, will little Yueyue be more moved?"

In the past six months, he has thought of many ways to propose, but unfortunately he rejected them all because he thought they were too tacky.

Yin Mochen thought for a moment and nodded seriously: "Of course."

"Okay! I'll do the next dish!" Qiao Shaoan raised the kitchen knife with great enthusiasm and chopped it towards the broccoli on the chopping board. Unexpectedly, as soon as the knife fell, he heard a scream that was even worse than the howl of a wolf, "Ah -

—!!!"

Ten minutes later, Qiao Shaoan, whose left index finger was wrapped three layers of gauze inside and outside, slowly walked out of the kitchen with Song Xiyue's support.

"Why are you so careless? The kitchen knife is so sharp, why are you joining in the fun if you don't know how to cook?" Song Xiyue felt distressed and angry at the same time.

He is obviously a doctor, but he is still afraid of bleeding. He obviously doesn't know how to do housework, but he goes to get a knife to cut vegetables.

"I can cook. When Yin Mochen was injured and hospitalized, I was the one..." Qiao Shaoan originally wanted to show off his cooking skills, but under Song Xiyue's distressed eyes, he swallowed the second half of his sentence.

It's rare that this little girl cares about him so much, why doesn't he enjoy it for a while?

"How are you?" Seeing that he suddenly stopped talking, Song Xiyue couldn't help but ask.

"I...my hand hurts..." Qiao Shaoan raised his chubby index finger to her eyes, frowning with a pitiful expression, "I was actually chopping your favorite ribs, but I didn't expect it.
Chapter completed!