Demonic Cool Husband: Loving His Naughty Little Wife

"You... are not... someone else..." Zhao Yi, whose face flushed from coughing, managed to hold back a sentence.

"Okay, I'll help you to bed first, and then I'll go find scald ointment. Knowing that your body is still weak, don't get out of bed casually. What if you fall and touch the wound? It will really hurt to death. You deserve it It's gone." Qin Ran helped him to bed, while thinking about it, she never knew that she could be so long-winded, it was all thanks to him.

"I...cough cough cough..." He coughed as soon as he opened his mouth. He wanted to say something else, but when he saw Qin Ran half-closed his eyes and glared at him with a gloomy face, he immediately caught his mouth. He swallowed the words next to him, he didn't want to make her angry.

"You just finished the operation, I know you are in good health and will recover quickly, but these few days, please lie on the bed peacefully and rest in bed, okay?" Qin Ran helped him to the bed and lay down. Next, and then said in a dignified tone.

"Okay, who dares to disobey Mayor Qin's order?" Zhao Yi had just caught his breath when Zhao Yi began to smile.

"Don't do this with me." Seeing his still pale but smiling face, she couldn't get angry even if she wanted to.

"I'm serious about obeying Mayor Qin's orders, so don't make such a bad face, cough... baby, your porridge seems to be burnt again." Zhao Yi smelled a burnt smell coming from the kitchen. , A smile immediately appeared on her face, she had the guts to burn porridge even when cooking.

"Oh my god, isn't it? It's burnt again?" Qin Ran growled in frustration when he heard the words, and quickly turned around and rushed to the kitchen. What the hell, she cooks porridge, why does she keep getting burnt? She has been burnt once, and this time... What the hell, her fate in this life is so good that she is destined not to step into the kitchen, but to sit and wait for food.

"How on earth did she cook it?" Although his cooking skills are also poor, compared to hers, his cooking skills are already very good. At least he has never tried cooking porridge and it got burnt.

"Damn, what's going on here? Why is it burnt again?" Qin Ran ran into the kitchen and quickly turned off the gas switch, and opened the lid of the pot, only to smell a smoky smell. No matter how good-tempered she is, she can't help but want to scold others.

She couldn't believe that she couldn't even cook a pot of porridge. She gritted her teeth and decided to go with the kitchen. She got the scorched stuff out of the pot, put the rice into the pot, and let it sit for a while. Water, this time the ingredients have been used up, so I can only use white rice to boil water, turn the gas fire to the maximum, and then go back to the room, but it is too late now, otherwise she can call back and ask the servant.

"Mayor Qin, please tell me, how do you cook porridge?" Zhao Yi asked with an incredulous expression when he saw her turn back again.

"Put rice and water into the pot, then fire it up." Qin Ran said naturally.

"Have you washed the rice?" Zhao Yi asked himself with a smile.

"Uh, do you still need to wash the rice?" She threw it directly into the pot, but does washing the rice have anything to do with burning it?

"How many meters and how much water did you put?" Three black lines had appeared on Zhao Yi's forehead, but he still had a smile on his face.

"As much water as rice is put in." When she drank porridge before, the porridge seemed to be similar to water.