After returning from the supermarket, the two of them went into the kitchen and started working together.

Chen Wen had never cooked before. Even after moving out of school, most of the time he would cook in the school cafeteria or order takeout here.

In his opinion, this saves time and effort, and allows him to spend more time on the things he likes.

But now his views have gradually changed.

Especially when Jiang Qiu injured his knee and was unable to get out of bed, in order to ensure that Jiang Qiu's daily diet was nutritionally balanced, he had no choice but to learn how to cook from Lin Meng.

Stir-fried vegetables at noon and soup at night, every meal is skipped.

In just one month, he had almost mastered home-cooking.

Based on Jiang Qiu's half-baked cooking skills, he is probably not good enough for Chen Wen's current level.

Now look at it, cooking is actually something you can enjoy.

If it was cooking for someone he liked, Chen Wen would naturally enjoy it.

"I haven't made chicken soup yet, how should I make it?" Jiang Qiuyi lifted the bag containing the ingredients to the counter and turned to ask.

"I teach you."

Chen Wen looked at Jiang Qiuyi, who was wearing a pair of cotton slippers, black nine-point tights, and white long sleeves. He took off the apron from the wall, passed his right hand around her head, and finally gathered his hands behind her waist.

Jiang Qiu raised her hands and gently lifted up the hair that was suppressed by the belt. It fell down behind her like a waterfall. Finally, she held it into a bunch, tied it up with the rubber bands on her wrists, and tied it into a high ponytail.

The white neck was clearly exposed before Chen Wen's eyes, and it was so beautiful.

After tying the thin belt around her waist, Chen Wen took half a step forward and pressed his whole body against Jiang Qiuyi's back. His head, which was more than half a head taller than hers, reached forward from his shoulders and surrounded her with his arms.

Soft body.

"Aren't you preaching to me? Don't take advantage secretly." Jiang Qiu turned her head half-way and rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm just teaching you." Chen Wen didn't change his expression. He took out red dates, wolfberry, ginger and other accessories from the bag and spread them out on the chopping board. "Handle these first."

Jiang Qiuyi pursed her lips and snickered, and did not refute him. She just leaned in his warm embrace, listened quietly to the steps he said, and then picked up the kitchen knife next to her.

Both hands were gently held by Chen Wen's big hands. Jiang Qiu, like a newbie in the kitchen, followed Chef Chen's step-by-step instructions to core the red dates, slice the ginger, and prepare the ingredients for making chicken soup.

After putting all the ingredients on the plate, Jiang Qiuyi could already feel something strange on her lower back. As she moved towards the pool next to her, she glanced at Chen Wen behind her rather charmingly.

The young couple came to the sink one after another, put the ingredients into a basin with a sieve at the bottom, washed the ingredients with four hands, and then put them on a plate and prepared them.

Then the two of them went back to the chopping board like Siamese twins, took out a whole old hen, chopped it up, washed it, blanched it, and finally put it in the pot.

"Master Chen, what should we do next?" Jiang Qiu asked timidly.

"Put the ingredients in and add water."

Student Jiang was obedient and followed Master Chen's instructions, pouring in the ingredients and water, then covering the lid, bringing to a boil over high heat, then reducing the heat to low and simmering.

"Is this okay?" Jiang Qiuyi turned his head and asked with a sweet look on his face.

Jiang Qiuyi, who had always been playful on weekdays, looked like this now, wearing an apron and leaning on his arms. Chen Wen had no reason to hold back any longer, so he pinched her delicate chin, lowered his head and slowly grabbed it.

Jiang Qiu didn't move his lower body, but just twisted his upper body. This position made it easy for Chen Wen's other hand to climb up, making a long hill rise from the long white sleeves under his apron.

I don't know how many minutes later, Jiang Qiuyi gently pushed Chen Wen away, turned around with a slight breath, and put his arms around Chen Wen's neck.

"My waist is a little sore."

"Um."

When they were face to face, it was inconvenient to walk up. Chen Wen lowered his head and responded gently, while holding Jiang Qiuyi's waist with both hands, and gently caressing the surface of the soft clothes with his fingers.

The blue flame on the stove calmly warms the bottom of the pot, and the aroma of the chicken soup is brewing in it.

He was lying on the end of the sofa, facing the kitchen door. He could only see the thick back of the owner Chen Wen and the slender arms wrapped around his neck.

The petite Jiang Qiuyi was held in Chen Wen's arms, and his hands had already unconsciously slid down Miaoman's waist.

As a result, Chen Wen's body inevitably began to lean forward slightly, and Jiang Qiuyi had to be forced to bend back. Only by hugging Chen Wen's neck tightly could he support himself to accept Chen Wen's love.

"I'm so tired." A few words squeezed out from the corner of Jiang Qiuyi's red lips, and the voice was so soft that only Chen Wen could vaguely hear it.

Hearing this, Chen Wen continued to slide his hands down, lifted Jiang Qiuyi's thighs, and sat her directly on the kitchen counter.

At this moment, Jiang Qiuyi was half a head taller than Chen Wen.

"You're so short~" Jiang Qiuyi looked down with a smile, lowered his head and pressed his smooth forehead against Chen Wen's, held his face with both hands, and rubbed his nose with her own.

"Don't want to sit on it anymore?" Chen Wen tightened his arms around her waist, as if he wanted to pull her down again at any time.

"No, no, no!"

Jiang Qiuyi quickly hooked her legs around Chen Wen's waist and hugged him with all her strength, "That's it, don't move."

Of course, Chen Wen didn't really want to pull her down. He held her waist and kissed her again.

…

It is said that kissing consumes a lot of calories and can help you lose weight.

At the same time, the lip muscles during kissing will be in a state of tension, which promotes blood circulation, helps prevent wrinkles, makes the skin smoother, and has a cosmetic effect.

Thirdly, kissing can also stimulate the secretion of endorphins and adrenaline, making it easier for people to forget their sorrow and immerse themselves in happiness.

In addition, the exchange of saliva can also enhance immunity and reduce the incidence of high blood pressure, cholesterol, periodontitis and other diseases, etc.

All in all, kissing is a good thing. Kissing three times a day can make a person healthier, more active and happy mentally and mentally than a single person.

This makes people have to think about one thing - if you open a kissing beauty salon, is there a chance to become a green new economic entrepreneur in the new era?

None of this matters.

After all, Jiang Qiuyi, who had been kissing for nearly an hour, no longer had much energy to speak.

Watching Chen Wen walk into the bathroom to use the toilet, Jiang Qiuyi snorted at his back and put his hands into his clothes.

After the adjustment was completed, Jiang Qiuyi pulled down the hem of his clothes, tidied them up, and put the messy apron around again. Then he followed Chen Wen's instructions, opened the lid of the pot, scooped up the foam with a spoon, and then poured in an appropriate amount of salt and

Chicken essence for seasoning.

Smelling the heat wafting from the pot and the aroma of chicken soup, Jiang Qiuyi nodded, quite satisfied with the chicken soup he made for the first time.

A few minutes later, Chen Wen came out of the bathroom.

Jiang Qiuyi saw him and hurriedly waved him over. There was still half a mouthful of fragrant chicken soup on the spoon in his hand.

"Why so slow? Aren't you just going to the toilet?"

"..." Chen Wen glanced at Jiang Qiuyi and thought, isn't it someone's fault for being so slow?

Cooling down always requires a process.

"Let's have a try, does it taste good?" Without caring so much, Jiang Qiuyi couldn't wait to pass the half-sucked spoon to Chen Wen's mouth and gave him a mouthful.

"Does it taste good?"

"Um."

"What does um mean? Does it taste good or bad? Hmm——"

Raising his head again and wiping the corners of Jiang Qiuyi's mouth, Chen Wen asked, "What do you think?"

"Huh!" Jiang Qiuyi blushed slightly and turned away, ignoring him.

Chen Wen stretched out his hand and slowly pulled off her rubber band. Her black and shiny hair fell down and was rubbed by Chen Wen.

Smoothly putting the rubber band on his wrist, Chen Wen untied Jiang Qiu's apron and put it on himself, poured some chicken soup out, and then took out the celery, pork and dried tofu from the bag.

Cut celery, dried tofu and pork into sections and use chicken soup as the base. Chen Wen fried a piece of celery, dried tofu and pork, then poured the chicken soup made by Jiang Qiuyi into a large bowl. Every dish and soup for the evening was ready.

While Chen Wen was cooking, Jiang Qiuyi put the rice in his hands and took out his mobile phone to record Chen Wen's cooking process.

When Chen Wen was taking the dishes out, he saw her mobile phone screen and immediately asked: "Why are you taking pictures of this?"

"[Station B's most virtuous boyfriend!] I've already thought of the title of the new video~" Jiang Qiu smiled and narrowed her eyes with a sly look on her face.

"[——and the laziest girlfriend] remember to add the suffix."

"No way?!" Jiang Qiuyi stamped his feet angrily, "I made the chicken soup!"

"I taught you."

"That's what I did too." Jiang Qiuyi snorted, "You just took advantage of teaching me to secretly use your hands and feet to take advantage of me."

"Who was it that just grabbed my waist and said don't stop?"

"I don't know! I don't remember! I never said that!"

Carrying bowls and chopsticks, Jiang Qiu followed Chen Wen to the dining table. Jiang Qiu shooed the people on the chair away and sat down, "Eat, eat! Let's not talk about this anymore."

With that said, Jiang Qiuyi poured a bowl of steaming chicken soup for Chen Wen, then filled his rice bowl with chicken soup, soaked every grain of rice, and lowered his head to take a sip.

Chen Wen was not used to eating porridge for dinner, so the chicken soup and rice were separated.

He first took a sip of chicken soup, then took a piece of chicken breast, dipped it in soy sauce, and ate it with a mouthful of rice, then a mouthful of celery, dried beans, and shredded pork.

Even if the food cooked by the two of them tastes just average, it is still more delicious than the takeout.

And the portion is sufficient, just one dish and one soup is enough to fill the stomachs of two people.
To be continued...