The president tames his wife and loves him deeply

Chapter 469 Routine Failure
"Do not……"

As soon as Jiang Ningwan opened her mouth, she saw that Fu Lanqi had already started to wash the vegetables. The faucet was running, and her voice was instantly covered.

I don't know if Fu Lanqi really didn't hear it, or pretended not to see it.

Seeing this, Steward Li persuaded, "Miss, why don't you go and catch up on a drama first?"

Jiang Ningwan: "...I came first."

This is her home!

her kitchen!

It was her brother who wanted to eat!
What is this woman here to grab?

Seeing her angry look, Steward Li immediately understood, looked out the window, and said, "How about I call two people in to help?"

I don't know if the Mo family's kitchen can still be kept if this girl is together.

Jiang Ningwan; "No need!"

Fu Lanqi: "Don't bother."

The two refused in unison.

Butler Li couldn't say anything more, so he had to stand next to the two of them to prevent any accidents, but was pushed out by Jiang Ningwan, "Uncle Li, go out first! What's so good about cooking? Usually Mrs. Li I don't see you worrying so much while cooking!"

Butler Li is really worried.

But I can't say this in front of Jiang Ningwan, for fear of hurting the young lady's self-esteem, after thinking about it, I went upstairs to inform the young master, and I was comfortable with the maid watching outside, ready to go in to rescue the kitchen at any time.

Boss Jiang Ningwan was unhappy and continued to chop vegetables with a kitchen knife. Most of the cucumber fell on the ground just now, and it was no longer usable. This time, he replaced it with a tomato.

As a result, the thing didn't cooperate at all. As soon as she chopped it off with the kitchen knife, the tomato ran away, and this happened several times.

Jiang Ningwan's patience was also exhausted, and her forehead was still sweating.

"Let me do it."

Fu Lanqi reached out and pulled out the kitchen knife in her hand, "The vegetables are not cut this way, you have to press your hands here, and be careful of the blade. By the way, Aunt Jiang didn't seem to have said that you like cooking, did you become interested in it recently? "

This person spoke softly, which made Jiang Ningwan feel embarrassed to be too tough, but when she thought that she was about to have something with Mo Siyuan, the knot in her heart made her very uncomfortable.

Jiang Ningwan said in a muffled voice, "Yes."

The job of chopping vegetables was taken over by Fu Lanqi, and she always had to find other things to do. Thinking about preparing seasonings and the like, it seemed that she was the first to do it, and the finished product would be credited.

Thinking so, Jiang Ningwan started to light the fire, but as soon as the fire was fired, she screamed in fright, and the maids rushed in one after another and asked, "What's wrong, Miss?"

"Where did you hurt?"

"I have a first aid kit right here..."

Jiang Ningwan put down the pot and tried her best to act as if nothing happened, "Nothing happened, get out quickly."

How idle are these people?

A group of people squatting outside waiting to see her get hurt?

What a day dog.

Fu Lanqi, who had been staying with her all this time, was still calm, and comforted those people: "It's nothing, I'm here, you go out first."

Everyone cast a look of entrustment and trust.

Jiang Ningwan: "..."

What do these people mean?
With the previous lessons learned, when she drained the oil, the sound was very loud, and the oil splashed on her hand, which made her teary, and she was embarrassed to cry again.

"Eggs should be beaten first...Turn it down a little...Be careful with your hands."

Fu Lanqi kept reminding her that she wasn't around.

Jiang Ningwan looked at the black-smoky oil in the pot, hated that she didn't have three heads and six arms, and felt that no matter what, she didn't have enough hands, so she poured a pile of messy ingredients into the pot, closed her eyes and fried it randomly, She was so choked by the oily smoke that she couldn't even open her eyes, and she coughed again and again.

"Wanwan... Wanwan, turn off the fire first!"

Fu Lanqi couldn't stand it anymore, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and pushed away a few steps.

The sizzling sound in the pot was getting louder, and Jiang Ningwan couldn't hear what she was talking about, so she poured salt and monosodium glutamate into it.

When all the dishes in a pot were copied into one color and poured on the plate, she felt that she was not completely dead yet.

Cooking can literally kill people.

If it wasn't for Mo Siyuan, she would never have entered the kitchen in her life.

But this thing...can't be eaten.

Jiang Ningwan smelled it, and there was a smell of paste, carrots, cucumbers, and tomatoes were all black, and she couldn't tell what was what.

The pot also seems to be scrapped.

She reached out to carry the pot, but was pulled by Fu Lanqi, "Be careful, you can't touch it with your hands!"

"It's okay, I have a thick skin, this... doesn't look very good, I'll fry another one."

Jiang Ningwan wiped the sweat off her face, threw the burnt pot aside, and replaced it with a clean one.

Based on the previous experience, she put in more oil this time, and soon after seeing the smoke, she picked up the shrimp soaked in the water and threw it into the pot.

But the prawns were still alive, they bounced around when they touched the hot oil, jumped up from the pot, some brushed against the back of Jiang Ningwan's hands, and the taller ones landed directly on top of her head, they were in a hurry and couldn't handle it at all .

"Wanwan, be careful, I'm coming!"

Seeing this, Fu Lanqi hurried over to rescue the scene, the jumping shrimp splashed hot oil on her hand, and after turning off the fire, it was still messy for a while.

The whole kitchen was messed up, with oily smoke billowing, half-dead prawns all over the place, and all kinds of messy ingredients.

Jiang Ningwan was in a daze.

After a while, when she heard Fu Lanqi's cold gasp, she reacted abruptly.

A group of maids gathered around the door to see what was going on inside, and they couldn't see clearly because of the oily smoke. Mo Siyuan strode in, as if he hadn't seen her at all, and stood directly in front of Fu Lanqi, "How are you? Hurt?" Where have you been?"

Just as Fu Lanqi was about to speak, she was choked by the oily smoke and coughed several times, "I...I'm fine..."

"Go out first!"

Mo Siyuan dragged Fu Lanqi out, and the group of maids at the door dispersed.

Not long after, a man's voice came from not far away, it was the voice of helping her with the first aid kit.

Jiang Ningwan was still standing in the lampblack, and suddenly wanted to cry.

It must have been smoky.

Butler Li asked someone to come in to clean up the kitchen, and several people greeted him, "Miss, are you okay?"

Four or five sounds overlapped, Jiang Ningwan felt a little dizzy, and walked out with a little heavy footsteps.

I happened to see Mo Siyuan and Fu Lanqi sitting on the sofa, very close to each other.

Mo Siyuan was helping that man roll up his sleeves, his movements were gentle and meticulous, his eyes were downcast, he couldn't see his eyes clearly, but he could be identified.

He should be really worried about Fu Lanqi.

"I'll come by myself..."

Fu Lanqi was a little embarrassed, "Actually, it's nothing, it doesn't hurt..."

That's what he said, but when Mo Siyuan moved a little, Fu Lanqi gasped and said it didn't hurt.

Jiang Ningwan looked down at her hands, several blisters were scalded.

So nervous about others.

Why don't you ask her if it hurts?
Mo Siyuan said softly, "A girl's hands cannot be left with scars."

Fu Lanqi lowered her head, blushing on her face, "Mmm..."

Jiang Ningwan stood a few steps away for a long time, but Mo Siyuan didn't see Mo Siyuan looking at her, she became even more angry, and went upstairs without looking back.

A man sulking in the room alone.

Shanshan clearly said that this trick is very useful, why doesn't Mo Siyuan feel sorry for her at all?

On the contrary, being so kind to others?
Jiang Ningwan couldn't figure it out, what did she do wrong?

Is the kitchen fried enough?
still is……

Headache.

The hands also hurt, and there are many blisters on the palms and arms, all of which are red and ugly.

Jiang Ningwan sat on a chair and counted them one by one.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

"Still ignoring me!"

Jiang Ningwan stood up quickly, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw Li Butler standing at the door and smiled at her: "The young master ordered food from outside, Miss, let's go downstairs to eat!"

It wasn't Mo Siyuan who came.

Knowing that she is still cooking downstairs and ordering food from outside, isn't it clear that she thinks she can't do it?

"Don't eat!"

Jiang Ning Wan didn't vent her anger, closed the door, and continued to sulk.

Butler Li persuaded him outside the door for another 5 minutes, but he couldn't hear anything from Jiang Ningwan, so he went downstairs to Mo Siyuan and said, "Miss said she was not in the mood to eat."

Mo Siyuan let out a "hmm" without much reaction.

He just sat at the same table with Fu Lanqi and ate, and didn't talk much, and he didn't have the graceful and gentle appearance just now.

"Siyuan."

But Fu Lanqi didn't realize anything, the blush on her face hadn't disappeared, "Why don't I go up and call Wanwan."

"Don't bother Miss Fu."

Butler Li smiled and said, "I think Miss also has several blisters on her hands. It's probably too painful to eat. I think her eyes are red. It's really pitiful."

Mo Siyuan looked up at him.

Butler Li said with a smile: "Master, Miss Fu, eat slowly, I'll go out first."

Mo Siyuan ate slowly and methodically, and for some reason, the atmosphere suddenly became a little cold.

Fu Lanqi sat for a while, and couldn't help but open up to find a topic: "I think there seems to be blisters on Wanwan's hands, I'd better go up and have a look first."

I really can't figure out the relationship between the two brothers and sisters.

It seems a bit strange to say that they have a good relationship.

It's hard to say, but whose brothers and sisters get along like this?

Mo Siyuan: "Don't bother."

He just said this and didn't speak again.

Fu Lanqi couldn't say anything more, and received a call from home after dinner, and wanted to go out to do some errands.

Mo Siyuan asked the driver at home to take her out, and sat in the living room to deal with the things that had accumulated in the past few days.

"Miss hasn't gone downstairs to eat yet..."

Butler Li passed by him intentionally or unintentionally, and sighed, "I don't know how much it hurts."

Mo Siyuan raised his eyes, which were slightly displeased.

"Master, why don't you go and have a look?"

Butler Li just pretended not to see it, and put the medicine and cotton swabs for treating the blisters on his table.

Mo Siyuan just pretended he didn't see anything, and glanced at the document in his hand, but his eyes turned away unconsciously.

He couldn't help standing up...

(End of this chapter)