Splendid peasant girl

Chapter 227
Not suitable for children, well, the two little guys were driven away step by step.

Ye Han clenched Shen Qiqiao's little hand, his eyes lowered: "Does it still hurt?"

Shen Qiqiao was embarrassed, her face was blushing, she nodded slightly: "Well, it doesn't hurt anymore."

No matter how painful it is, this bastard will probably eat her tofu again!

Ye Han's eyes dimmed, and he seemed a little unhappy. If this girl said that it hurts, he would be able to eat more of her tofu.

Seemingly seeing the cunning that flashed in Ye Han's eyes, Shen Qiqiao gritted her teeth and stomped her feet resentfully, withdrew her little hand and said depressedly: "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and make tea!"

"You didn't tell me how to fry it!"

Ye Han looked at her with resentful eyes, but he slapped her with a big hand, held her in his arms, and whispered in his ear: "Qiaoer, can you teach me by hand? I'm too stupid, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn."

"..."

Shen Qiqiao originally wanted to refuse, but Ye Han's last sentence blocked what she hadn't said yet, so depressed that she wanted to die!

"Then you... use your mind to learn!"

Shen Qiqiao rolled her eyes at Ye Han, turned around and grabbed his salty pig's hand, regardless of whether it would be hot or not, and directly pressed it into the big iron pot!
But just when his hand was about to touch the red bottom of the pot, Shen Qiqiao hurriedly withdrew her hand, worried that she would really burn him, and at the same time did not forget to stare at him: "Why don't you stop, aren't you afraid of being burned?"

"Qiaoer don't say let me burn the bottom of the pot, even if I go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire, I don't care!"

Ye Han raised his arrogant chin, and vowed.

Shen Qiqiao directly despised him: "You can talk sweet words, who will believe it!"

"It doesn't matter if others don't believe it, as long as you believe me." Ye Han said, holding her little hand behind his back, reaching out to the edge of the pot, "Is that so?"

He imitated Shen Qiqiao's previous technique and roasted the tea leaves round and round, and after a while, a faint fragrance of tea leaves wafted out.

Ye Han was frying, his eyes turned slightly, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, the taste of this tea is so fragrant, even more fragrant than the tea he drank at Su Shi's place!

"You're burnt!"

The moment Ye Han lost his mind, Shen Qiqiao's heartbroken voice sounded, and she lowered her head to see that some tea leaves had been burnt by him.

Ye Han touched his nose and laughed: "I told you already, I'm clumsy, you still don't believe me, why don't you teach me more?"

As he spoke, he moved closer to Shen Qiqiao, almost touching her small face, a gust of warm breath came out, making Shen Qiqiao's ears turn red.

"You...you watch it!"

Shen Qiqiao was very uncomfortable. Ye Han leaned too close, and felt the fresh and sweet boyish breath of the other party in her mouth and nose. .

He did not forget to say: "This tea, you have to fry it in this way, rub it gently so that the heat is evenly distributed in each piece of tea, and fry it back and forth, so that all the tea leaves can be heated evenly..."

Shen Qiqiao didn't know how long she had been frying in Ye Han's hands, but she just stared at the tea leaves in the iron pot, gradually changing from tender green to green, then from green to dark green, to dark green.

At the same time, a strong fragrance of tea diffused from the iron pot and filled the entire kitchen.

The rich fragrance even attracted younger siblings who were reading and playing in the front hall, and the two of them ran back.

"Wow, it smells so good, what smells so good, I want to eat it!"

Xiao Lan jumped in, shaking two horn whips and screaming.

Shen Mu tilted his head, stared at the iron pot in front of Shen Qiqiao and Ye Han, and pointed: "The fragrance is coming from there, sister, what did you fry?"

(End of this chapter)