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Chapter 229 When a Man Falls in Love with a Woman (10)

　Wen Qiyang's face turned red unconsciously, but he pretended to be very cold, and said displeasedly: "Wrap up all the sizes."

After wrapping up all the sizes, the salesperson handed them to Wen Qiyang. Wen Qiyang swiped his card and walked out of the specialty store calmly. The moment he closed the door, he let out a few breaths in a hurry, and then drove back to the hotel.

After Wen Qiyang returned to the room, he put these things into the kitchen, and then walked into the bedroom with a small bag of underwear and skirts.

At this time Qu Qingge was still asleep, Wen Qiyang leaned over and kissed Qu Qingge's forehead before running to the kitchen, where he started to be a chef.

Although he has never cooked or even watched it, but he has never eaten pork, so he must have seen pigs run away.

According to the name of the dish, you can roughly know how to make these dishes.

Wen Qiyang got some rice, sealed it with a crisper, threw it into the microwave and pressed the rice button, then took out the seasonings he bought, unwrapped them all, and put them on the table for later use.

He turned on the induction cooker and looked at the tomatoes on the table for a while.

Tomato scrambled eggs?Do you put the tomato first or the egg first?Listening to the name, it should be put the tomato first.

Having figured this out, Wen Qiyang picked up a few tomatoes and washed them indiscriminately, then put them into the pot, turned them over twice, felt that the tomatoes were a little hard, so he patted them with a spatula twice, and then put the eggs in .

He looked at the seasonings on the table. People said that rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea are made of rice, salt, vinegar, and soy sauce. He frowned and looked at the remaining ingredients, and picked some more Qu Qingge's favorite sugar, curry powder and chili powder were put in, and the pot was satisfied.

He put his debut work on the coffee table in the living room, stared at it for a long time, always felt that his eyes were gray and weird, but he made it completely according to Qu Qingge's taste, so there should be nothing wrong with it No, thinking of this, Wen Qiyang turned back to the kitchen.

Before his feet entered the kitchen, he heard a loud "bang—" coming from inside, and then there was the sound of crackling plates falling to the floor, accompanied by a faint puff of woolen smoke.

Qu Qingge was thinking about sleeping on the bed, and dreamed of her favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes. She was smacking her lips and trying to move her chopsticks, when she was awakened by a deafening explosion.

She was so startled that she rolled off the bed directly.

Wen Qiyang hadn't recovered from the sound of the explosion in the kitchen when he heard Qu Qingge's scream. He was so frightened that he ran to the bed, picked up Qu Qingge who was on the floor, and put him on the bed. :

"How is it? Did you hurt yourself? Does it hurt—" Wen Qiyang checked her body indiscriminately, his tone was extremely worried, and he was relieved only after making sure that she was fine.

Qu Qingge was so frightened that he was still in shock, he let out a few breaths, saw Wen Qiyang nervously holding her arms and legs and looked around, and then he came back to his senses: "Wen Qiyang, you demolish the house—"

Wen Qiyang didn't know where the sound came from, so he got up and ran to the kitchen to take a look. It didn't matter, the microwave oven was blown up, and the glass vase on it was shattered, and the rice in the fresh-keeping box exploded. The black smoke was sprayed out one by one like ammunition.

He frowned, and then his face became ugly. He walked out of the kitchen and called the front desk. As soon as the front desk attendant heard that the microwave in the presidential suite had blown up and frightened the guests, he immediately ran up and apologized.

　
(End of this chapter)