Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

Song Qingzhu lowered his head and pinched his fingers to count the number of times he had cooked in his life.

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If she took Rong Jingchen to eat takeaway together now, would Rong Junchu chop her up if he found out?
Rong Jingchen looked at the tangled expression on Song Qingzhu's face, and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Qingqing, you haven't cooked, have you?"

Song Qingzhu laughed dryly, "I haven't burned it much, but it shouldn't be difficult to learn."

With a chuckle, she got into the kitchen, and Rong Jingchen quickly followed.

There were still a few vegetables and a box of shrimp in the refrigerator, and Song Qingzhu took them out.

"Yangyang, butler Rong usually makes potato shreds fried hot and sour, right?"

Rong Jingchen nodded, as if that was the case.

Song Qingzhu washed the potatoes, peeled them and put them on the cutting board, and took a relatively small kitchen knife from the knife table.

Song Qingzhu felt that cutting potatoes was much more difficult than performing surgery. It took more than ten minutes to cut a piece of potato, and he almost cut it several times.

Rong Jingchen watched in horror.

If Xiao Qingqing stays with his uncle in the future, won't he starve to death when Butler Rong is not around?

He secretly made up his mind that he must take Xiao Qingqing to a cooking class in the future.

Song Qingzhu didn't know what Rong Jingchen was thinking. After finally cutting the potatoes, she turned on the fire and threw the shredded potatoes into the pot.

In the study, Rong Junchu frowned when he heard the voice outside, turned on the computer and tuned to the kitchen monitor, two figures, one big and one small, ran around in fright.

The corners of his lips curled up inadvertently, seemingly amused and helpless, he turned off the computer and went out from the study.

When Rong Jun first arrived in the kitchen, Song Qingzhu had already taken the potatoes out of the pot.

Seeing him, Song Qingzhu looked away in embarrassment, put the plate on the table, and said to Rong Junchu, "Why don't you try it first?"

Rong Junchu took a look at the potato shreds, each one was as thick as a child's finger, is this shredded or stripped?His eyebrows jumped uncontrollably.

Seeing his expression, Song Qingzhu lowered his head and explained, "This kitchen knife is not easy to use, so you will make do with it?"

Rong Junchu glanced at her, then slowly and methodically picked up the chopsticks on the table, took one and put it in his mouth.

Both Song Qingzhu and Rong Jingchen's eyes were fixed on Rong Junchu's face.

There was no expression on his face, and it took a long time before he slowly put down the chopsticks and said, "Do you want to try it?"

"Uncle didn't say it was bad, the taste should be pretty good, I'll come first." Rong Jingchen impatiently took one of the chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Song Qingzhu looked at him expectantly.

In just a second, Rong Jingchen spat out the shredded potatoes into the trash can, and wailed, "Xiao Qingqing, how many peppers did you put in, you are going to murder!"

"No... that's an exaggeration, I just put two... oh no, three spoons." Song Qingzhu compared with his hands, feeling a little guilty for some reason.

"Is it very spicy?"

Rong Junchu nodded in a rare way, and asked, "Can't cook?"

"No." Song Qingzhu hesitated and said, she still prefers to use a scalpel than a kitchen knife.

"Heh." Rong Junchu spat out a word, pushed the wheelchair to the kitchen, then turned back to Song Qingzhu and said, "You come and help me, I'll cook."

Song Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed after he realized it.

"Get the pasta and steak out of the fridge."

"it is good."

Song Qingzhu listened to the order dully, and when he handed the steak to him, Rong Junchu was already heating the oil.

His wheelchair appears to be adjustable, and it's just high enough for a spatula at the moment.

"Take three plates and cook the pasta in water?"

"meeting."

Song Qingzhu was a little uncomfortable. Today's Rong Junchu was uncharacteristically gentle, a little less cold than usual.

The steak was frying in the pot, and Rong Junchu cut a few pieces of broccoli and put them in the pot to cook, "It's enough to put this in hot water."

"it is good."

Song Qingzhu waited for the water to boil, and looked at Rong Junchu who was turning the steak slowly.

"Rong Junchu, I didn't expect you to be able to cook."

The movements in Rong Junchu's hands paused, and he said lightly, "If a person has lived alone for a long time, he will know a little bit."

There was a hint of coldness in his words, Song Qingzhu's heart seemed to be stirred by something, and he couldn't tell what it felt like.

The sound of the range hood filled the kitchen, Song Qingzhu stopped making a sound, and watched Rong Junchu's movements silently.

This was the second time she felt lonely in Rong Junchu's body. As the heir of the Rong family, despite the scenery, few people knew the bitterness behind it.

Song Qingzhu was thinking ecstatically, the water in the pot at hand was already boiling.

"If you stay in a daze again, the water will dry up."

"what?"

Song Qingzhu was stunned, but when he realized he was fascinated by staring at Rong Junchu, he was slightly embarrassed, and hurriedly put a bag of pasta into the pot.

Rong Junchu had already started to sprinkle the seasoning on the steak, and instructed, "The pasta doesn't need to be too soft, pay attention to the heat."

Song Qingzhu responded, staring at the boiling water in the pot, calculating the heat.

The smell of steak filled the kitchen.

Rong Junchu pushed the wheelchair to the pool, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to wash his hands, revealing a scar on his arm that was neither deep nor shallow.

Song Qingzhu's eyes paused slightly. The scar looked like it had been there for many years. With such a heavy scar, the injury must have been severe at the time.

"The pasta is ready." Rong Junchu reminded.

Song Qingzhu withdrew his gaze, divided the noodles into three portions, put them on the side of the steak, and did not forget to add two broccoli flowers for decoration, and then served them out.

In the restaurant, Rong Jingchen had already sat down at his seat, and when he saw Song Qingzhu coming out with steak and spaghetti, his hand holding the fork was about to move.

"My uncle is good at cooking, Xiao Qingqing, you have to learn more from my uncle." Rong Jingchen reminded while eating.

He doesn't want to try Xiao Qingqing's devil potato shreds again!

Song Qingzhu's cheeks were slightly red, and he said angrily, "I can cook it for you a few times, and I'll leave when your uncle's legs recover."

After Song Qingzhu finished speaking, he felt empty in his heart, and Rong Jingchen on the other side didn't say anything, and the restaurant was quiet only the sound of tableware rubbing against plates.

"I'm full, eat slowly."

Rong Jingchen said, got off the dining chair, and went upstairs alone.

Song Qingzhu watched the little figure disappear from sight, and frowned slightly, knowing that he was angry because of what he said just now.

She knew what Rong Jingchen was thinking, but she and Rong Junchu couldn't be together forever.

"Yangyang likes you very much." Rong Junchu said suddenly, looking directly at Song Qingzhu with his eyes, "If possible, I hope you can spend more time with him."

"Yeah." Song Qingzhu nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, and changed the subject, "How did you get the scar on your arm?"

Rong Junchu lowered his eyes and said, "In a car accident five years ago, my legs were also crippled at that time."