Qiao Mu put down the paper cup, walked quickly to the door of the kitchen, and when he looked out, he saw a cluster of flames burning in the oil pot, not big, but enough to frighten the little girl.

He sighed and stepped forward, took the lid of the pot, and after suppressing the flames, he looked at Ling Zihuan with an indescribable expression.

"Can't really cook?"

Ling Zihuan stood beside him, his left hand kept rubbing the back of his right hand, he was scalded with two blisters, and nodded aggrievedly, "I won't ......"

"And what have you eaten for the past six months?"

Qiao Mu's slender and upright figure stood in the small kitchen, which suddenly made the space seem very crowded.

He looked at Ling Zihuan condescendingly, and he didn't know how to get it, the hair next to the little girl's ears seemed to be burned by the fire.

Hey—

Ling Zihuan replied confidently, "Take out!"

Qiao Mu glanced at her silently, turned sideways and said, "Go wash your face, I'll come." ”

Upon hearing this, Ling Zihuan was surprised, "Second uncle, do you know how to cook?"

Can the second master of the Qiao family cook?

The little girl looked up at him with adoration in her eyes, and her clear and clear vision greatly satisfied Qiao Mu's ...... Vanity!

The tip of his tongue pushed his teeth up, pursed his lips to suppress the upward arc, and answered lightly, "Well, I'll come over for dinner later." ”

"Well, second uncle, I'll wash my face. ”

When the words fell, the little girl deftly rushed out of the kitchen, and her mouth was still talking about something, but Qiao Mu didn't hear it clearly.

In the kitchen, he looked around at the messy stove, and there was a faint smell of mush in the air.

Thin lips overflowed with sighs again, he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, sorted and wiped the countertop, and casually glimpsed that in the porcelain bowl in the corner, there were two eggs, and the egg shells were floating on the egg whites.

Qiao Mu: "......"

Ling Zihuan doesn't cook on weekdays, there is very little food in the refrigerator, only some simple eggs and melons and fruits, and a box of takeaway rice, Qiao Mu thought to himself, let's make an egg fried rice.

After Ling Zihuan washed his face, he ran back to the bedroom to change into a long pink and white sweatshirt, and he couldn't smell the smell of oil smoke on his body, so he jumped to the kitchen and ran to the kitchen.

Just as he was about to enter the door, Mu Qiao stretched out his long arm and directly closed the frosted glass door of the kitchen.

"Second uncle, what are you doing!"

Ling Zihuan was so frightened that she took a big step back, almost hitting her nose!

"Wait outside!"

In the kitchen, Qiao Mu faintly threw out a sentence, and the smell of paste in the air seemed to be stronger.

Ling Zihuan thought it might be her delusion.

"Oh......"

She replied in a daze, then turned around and went to the living room, hugging the tiger girl and rubbing its fat cat body, so uncomfortable!

At this time, Second Master Qiao, who was in the kitchen, was taking out his hand from his trouser pocket, pulling the screen with one hand, and stirring in the rice pot with a spatula in the other.

Another ten minutes passed—

The second master of the Qiao family, who 'does not touch the spring water with ten fingers', threw his mobile phone on the countertop, pinched the waistline with his left palm, and threw the spatula in the sink with disgust with his right hand.

Then, with the pot, he emptied all the eggs and rice inside into the trash.

What the hell!

The last time he saw the nanny at home doing this egg fried rice.

How did he make it, it became a lump!

The rice and eggs are sticky, and it's disgusting to look at!

Qiao Mu angrily threw the rice pot into the sink, stood in the kitchen, smelled the smell of oil smoke on his body with a cold face, the old saying 'gentleman cooks far away', it is really the essence of thousand-year-old culture!

Two minutes later, the kitchen door opened.

Ling Zihuan's big eyes were full of expectation, "Second uncle, are you done?"

Qiao Mu came out of the kitchen, and while pulling his cuffs, he said, "Change clothes, let's go out to eat." ”

"Huh?" Ling Zihuan put down the tiger girl, got up and planned to go to the kitchen to find out, but as soon as she walked to the door, she was dragged back by Qiao Mu grabbing the hat of her sweatshirt, "Do you think there is a problem with your gas?"

He said very seriously, and the bluffing Ling Zihuan blinked blankly, "I don't know, maybe...... Yes. ”

The words settled, and Qiao Mu's face softened.

Well, the rice is not cooked well, it is a gas problem!