It makes sense to grab a marriage: don't mess with the savage wife

Chapter 210 Boss Song's Careful Thinking (5)

Song Qingyi turned his head to look at the recipe she had put aside before speaking. Yu Chiguang noticed his gaze and turned his body a little to the side to prevent him from looking at it: "Don't look at it, you will know it when you eat. What is it?"

While talking, he closed the book and put it on the other side, then stretched out his hand to push Song Qingyi: "Hurry up and change your clothes, we will have dinner after you change your clothes!"

Song Qing looked at her pretending to be mysterious, didn't say anything, but was pushed out of the kitchen obediently, and went upstairs to change clothes.

After watching Song Qing go upstairs, Yu Chiguang raised his wrist to check the time. It was only 2 minutes away, and now he can burn the oil first.

When the fish comes out of the pan, it must be poured with hot oil.
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When Yu Chiguang went shopping in the afternoon, he had already thought about it. He wanted to go home and make steamed fish, and it was also a dish that both Song Qingyi and she liked.

It wasn't difficult for her to read the recipe, but she also knew her skills, so she bought more than ten fresh fish.

Unsurprisingly, she scrapped more than ten fish in one afternoon, and now there is the last fish in the pot.

When it was time for the fish to come out of the pan, Yu Chiguang's oil was also cooked. He took the fish out and poured the oil on top.

There was a "stab" sound, which meant that her oil was burned successfully, but her hands were also burned.

Fortunately, it was just a little bit of oil splashed on her hands, and the area was not large. After she rinsed her hands with cold water, she took out the two half-cold dishes that she had cooked before and heated them up.

Dinner is three dishes and one soup. It is no longer tomato and egg, but a simple vegetable tofu soup. The white, green and green look very delicious.

When she put all the dishes on the table, Song Qingyi had just come down from the stairs, his whole body was covered with dampness.

The light gray home clothes made him look much softer and less cold.

He walked towards this side with his half-wet hair: "What did you do?"

Seeing that Yu Chiguang didn't intend to reply, she knew that she wanted to let him see for himself. I don't know what cooking made her so confident.

When Song Qingyi walked to the dining table, he was also taken aback. The steamed fish looked very good.

He raised his head to look at Yu Chiguang, and seeing her childlike look begging for praise, Song Qing couldn't help but laugh: "Why do you think of doing this?"

This dish was the one that his mother cooked most often when she was alive.

Yu Chiguang blinked and said, "You and I both like it, so I'll just do this."

"Well, I'll try it." Song Qingyi sat across from her as he spoke, picked up a small piece with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Yu Chiguang smiled expectantly: "How is it, is it delicious?"

Song Qingyi just picked up another chopstick and put it into his mouth without making a sound, then put down the chopsticks and chewed lightly, before asking her after a while: "Did you do it all afternoon?"

"Ah?" Yu Chiguang didn't understand what he meant for a moment, and only after thinking about it did he realize what he meant.

But how did he know?
Song Qing seemed to know what she was thinking, slightly hooked his lips and said, "I saw that big bag in the corner of the kitchen before."

"..." Yu Chiguang was silent for a while, she hid it on purpose, but she was discovered.

The anticipation on the face of the little man on the opposite side dropped a little bit, and replaced it with a somewhat frustrated expression. He lowered his head and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

"Well, it tastes good."

Yu Chiguang looked up in surprise.

Song Qingyi went on to say: "It's almost catching up with my mother's craftsmanship."

(End of this chapter)