Deliverance of a Counterattack | Counterattack Through Pregnancy

Chapter 28

　　In a not-so-large kitchen, the winter melon pork ribs soup on the stove is gurgling and steaming.　　

　　Xu Cinian rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and was skillfully cutting the ingredients into even thin strips. The thin white fingers set against the emerald green rapeseed, as if jade and white jade were pleasing to the eye.

　　He didn't move fast, but he was very careful. The vegetables of various colors on the cutting board were piled up, red, green, white and yellow, in an orderly manner, just like him, doing everything in an orderly manner.　　

　　Qu Cheng, who was originally sitting in the living room, did not know when he was attracted by the fragrance, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed, looking at Xu Cinian's upright back and the thin waist outlined by the thin blue apron. My throat was a bit dry for some reason. I walked over and reached out to hug him, but suddenly he was named, "You stay away from me. If my hands tremble, this pot of meat will splash your face."　　

　　"..." Qu Cheng couldn't laugh or cry, how difficult it is to play a gangster.　　

　　He appointed a few steps back, Xu Cinian adjusted the sweet and sour sauce, heated the wok with hot oil, poured the blanched pork belly, "zi", and the rich aroma came to his face, instantly aroused The glutton in Qucheng's stomach.　　

　　"I was hungry as soon as I saw you." A pun, with a joke.　　

　　"I'm not braised pork in brown sauce." Xu Ci moved the stir-fry spoon without returning for years.

　　The body swayed slightly, and under the thin waist was the buttocks. Every time as the wok turned upside down, the two full balls trembled. They were clearly dressed neatly and still let Qu Cheng see. It was a bit lively and fragrant.　　

　　You are better than braised pork.

　　Qu Cheng replied in his heart, his deep gaze locked on the two masses of flesh, but his face remained unmoving, giving full play to Gentleman Fan's rogue essence.　　

　　"Speaking of which, you don't look like a cook."

　　"Then what do I look like."

　　Xu Cinian was chatting with him. After a plate of re-cooked pork was fried, it tasted a bit wrong. He subconsciously raised his chopsticks and held a piece of meat and passed it over, "Try it, is it salty? I can't taste it. what happened."　　

　　Before Luo Xiaomao was at home, he often asked so that this action was too natural. When Qu Cheng approached and opened his mouth to bite the piece of meat, he realized that he was feeding him...　　

　　This thought caused Xu Cinian to get goosebumps on Lei. He hurried to put down his chopsticks, but Qu Cheng suddenly held the back of his hand. In this ambiguous posture, he smashed his mouth a few times, and looked at Xu with serious concern. The resigned eyes said, "Not salty, sweet, and delicious."　　

　　"..."　　

　　The two looked at each other, and their mouths were full of sweet twice-cooked meat. The suddenly quiet kitchen only heard the bubbling sound of the pot, and the atmosphere became subtle.　　

　　Xu Cinian withdrew his arm, coughed slightly, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere, "You just said that I don't seem to know how to cook, and I haven't said exactly what I like."　　

　　"Brother son." Qu Cheng laughed, stretched out his hand and stole another piece of meat to eat, "I remember I said before, when I see you, you are like a child from a good family, and you are still a kind of wealthy family. With a bunch of servants and housekeepers, my eyes narrowed, my brows raised, I looked like you were all kneeling and licking."