First Lady

The smile on Bai Ling's face froze, she touched her nose: "Mr. Qin, are you sure... you really want me to cook?"

"Of course, it's possible that you want me to be a big man. Besides, you want to invite me to dinner today. Don't you want to play tricks?"

"How is it possible... I am, I am..." I'm afraid it will blow up your kitchen.

After rebirth, if she can't be Mrs. Mi Chong, she has to rely on herself for everything. It's not that Bai Ling has never cooked. She also hopes that she can cook, so that she can save money.

But after experimenting a few times, Bai Ling found that she really didn't have any talent for cooking, and every time she entered the kitchen, it was like a bomb was set off. [

In order to protect her personal safety, she never entered the kitchen again, and the kitchen at home has now become her small warehouse.

Qin Yu sat wearily on the large sofa, picked up the remote control to turn on the TV, and lazily said: "Then you don't have to hurry, I'm really hungry now."

After working for so long without eating a single bite, Qin Yu is very tired now.

"Okay, okay...I'll try my best to make something edible." Bai Ling replied in a low voice, then shrank back into the kitchen with her head down.

Bai Ling swallowed her saliva, glanced at the two big bags of ingredients, and said to herself, just make two simple ones, and she doesn't know anything complicated. . . .

Although Bai Ling did it very carefully, trying not to touch things that are easy to explode, but after 5 minutes, there was a loud bang, and Qin Yu, who was taking a shower in the bathroom, was so frightened that he almost slipped his foot. She wrapped her lower body in a towel and rushed out with her bare feet.

Before entering the kitchen, he smelled a burning smell. Qin Yu frowned. Could it be that there was explosives in the kitchen, and he never knew about it?In the next second, he quickened his pace and entered the kitchen.

The scene in front of him made the muscles on Qin Yu's face twitch a few times, this...is this a battlefield or a kitchen.

Bai Ling's hands were scalded by the hot cooking oil and had several blisters, which were burning hot. She sniffed and said in a nasal voice: "I said I won't cook, but you insisted on making me cook...I said it all, I will not……"

Qin Yu wiped the water from his face: "You...you are a woman, how can you not know how to cook..."

Bai Ling pursed her lips in grievance, "Who... whoever said that a woman must know how to cook, I... I just can't."

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