Feed the villain a candy after wearing the book

Chapter 460 Foodies, eat, eat, eat
"Xiang Tianze's son?" Qiu Yao narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiang Xijin who came in.

"If I remember correctly, you are Qiu Li's uncle, right?" Xiang Xijin walked over, there was no difference in height between the two of them, and when their eyes met, there was a bit of gunpowder.

"It's me. I brought your sister to the castle earlier, we should have met." Qiu Yao smiled while rubbing the beads.

Xiang Xijin looked at him and said, "I haven't thanked Mr. Qiu for the previous matter. If it wasn't for Mr. Qiu, I'm afraid I wouldn't have met and recognized my sister."

"...What do you want to do?" Feeling the smell of gunpowder smoke, Gu Lian tapped the ground with his toes. He just wanted to bask in the sun quietly.

"It's nothing. I saw you lost your mind yesterday and forgot to bring the cake. Here, look, I bought you another one." Xiang Xijin held up the cake and shook it in front of Gu Lian's eyes.

"Well, I have mine here myself."

That being said, he took it anyway.

"If Mr. Gu doesn't mind, can I borrow your kitchen for a while?" Qiu Yao showed a gentlemanly look, which scared the younger brother beside him into a cold sweat.

"Whatever." Gu Lian had already opened the cake and sat down to eat it by himself. Anyway, it seemed that someone was going to clean up for him today, and he didn't want to be polite if he didn't do it for nothing.

Seeing that Qiu Yao had already walked up to the second floor, Xiang Xijin strode to follow.

Originally, he thought that Gu Lian could be used, but he didn't expect Xiang Xijin to be so sensitive, it's really interesting...

"Little friend, what are you doing here? Are you frying the kitchen?" Qiu Yao handed the Buddhist beads to the younger brother beside him, and looked at Xiang Xijin who was behind him.

Xiang Xijin said: "Me? I'm afraid that you may go to the wrong place and go to the toilet to have a meal by yourself."

Kids are really fun.

Qiu Yao stared at him and smiled: "You are much more fun than your father."

Xiang Xijin: "You are much more annoying than Qiu Li."

Xiang Xijin's unintentional words aroused Qiu Yao's suspicion: "When did you meet Qiu Li?"

Hearing this, he said calmly, "Now when you open Weibo, it's full of Qiu Li's information. It's hard not to know him, isn't it?"

Qiu Yao looked at him for a while, then smiled again, "That's true, Xiao Lili has really been in the limelight recently, it's hard for people not to know him."

At this time, the two had arrived in the kitchen, Qiu Yao didn't speak, just shook his head with a smile.

He has never cooked at home on weekdays, but he has studied cooking skills many years ago, and it is not difficult to cook a meal.

Seeing Qiu Yao's proficient knife skills, Xiang Xijin moved over curiously, and asked, "Do you cut people at home when you have nothing to do? This knife skill is much better than I imagined."

"Well, I'm relatively free on weekdays, and I cut up and throw the disobedient children into the pot."

Qiu Yao started but didn't stop, and put all the shredded tofu into a bowl filled with water.

On the other side, the hot oil was put into the pan, and there was a sizzling sound, and then the shredded tofu was picked up and placed in the oil pan, fried until golden and turned off the heat, and it was done in one go.

Xiang Xijin stood aside, narrowing her eyes slightly.

The little brother went out to buy ketchup and came back. Xiang Xijin, who was standing beside him, was not to be outdone, and made spring pancakes himself. The pancakes were so thin that they were transparent and stacked one by one. He also fried a few of Gu Lian's favorite side dishes.

An ordinary lunch was unexpectedly made by these two people to feel like a full banquet.

Gu Lian downstairs was rarely at leisure, sitting outside the door basking in the sun while reading medical books, and even dozed off.

It wasn't until Xiang Xijin came to call him that he realized it.

Gu Lian looked at the delicious food on the table and ate very happily. Even if the atmosphere on the table was not right, it had nothing to do with him. As a foodie, all he had to do was.

Eat, eat, eat!

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(End of this chapter)