He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran is an eye-catcher and a low-handed type. She has never had the experience of entering the kitchen independently. She dared to open her mouth to make sweet and sour ribs for Gu Jingxing.

Hmm...the courage is commendable.

She glanced at the ingredients and planned to make a sweet and sour pork ribs and fry two more vegetables. It didn't feel difficult.

She washed the ribs, and was about to pour them directly into the oil pan. Gu Jingxing couldn't stand it, and asked, "Aren't you blanching?"

Song Ran panicked: "Oh, yes, yes, I have to boil the water, Madam Wu said, said it."

Boil the water, pick up the frying pan, and go to the ribs. They exploded. Song Ran panicked and covered the lid on her face. Gu Jingxing hurried over, took the shovel in her hand, and turned the ribs in the frying pan: " The water hasn’t been drained. If you encounter oil, you must fry the pan. Let me..."

Song Ran patted her chest with lingering fears: "Yes, Wu Ma also said this, I was a little nervous, I forgot about it, all right, you sit down, I'll come."

Gu Jingxing couldn't help her, so he could only give her the spatula again. Song Ran mastered the rhythm, and said something in his mouth, putting in dark soy sauce, light soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, ginger, garlic...

Gu Jingxing looked at her serious look from the side with raging eyes. Song Ran is Miss Jiao. She has never been in the kitchen when she grows up. She would work hard to learn cooking for him.

She really cares about him.

"Ouch..." Song Ran's voice came again, and Gu Jingxing immediately recovered and walked to her nervously: "What's the matter?"

Song Ran put his finger into his mouth and took a bite: "The oil has spilled out again..."

Why does she seem to be so turbulent when she cooks a dish? Obviously Wu's mother looked comfortable, calm and calm.

Gu Jingxing distressedly pulled her to the side of the pool, turned on the tap water, and flushed her: "Xiao Ran, let me do it."

Song Ranman didn't care: "What's this little injury? It's okay, the pot is going to be battered, I have to add some water."

Song Ran pulled his hand and returned to the stove. Gu Jingxing was helpless. This girl was really stubborn.

Add water to the sweet and sour pork ribs and stew them. Song Ran looked around, not knowing where to start. He saw a bag of flour and said in distress: "Jingxing, I have never learned to make pasta, and you have wounds and can’t knead the noodles. Or, let's just eat rice, okay?"

"Okay, just eat rice, let me lay hands and wash rice for you, okay."

"Row."

Immediately afterwards, Gu Jingxing contracted all the work, collectively calling it a layman.

He washed the dishes, cut them, put them on the stove, and signaled: "When the sweet and sour pork ribs are almost ready, just fry them."

Light and shadow passed over the kitchen, and the smell of meat came. Time flies quickly. Three dishes, one meat and two vegetables, soon came out of the pot. Gu Jingxing looked down and saw that Song Ran had several red spots on the back of Song Ran’s hands. Frowned.

He looked at Song Ran’s triumphant eyes, his throat was hot, he just reached out and rubbed her hair, you, you...

Three dishes and two rice bowls were placed on the tray. Gu Jingxing ran to the dormitory with his hands, and Song Ran followed with a thermos.

The sky darkened, the cool breeze was everywhere, and the man's back was broad and strong, like a mountain, which made people feel safe and reliable.

She followed step by step, walking with her head down, smiling at the corners of her mouth, and then stretched out her hand to hold the hem of his clothes, with a smile in her voice: "Jingxing, I like to live this ordinary life with you, and I like to do it for you. I wash my hands and make soup, I like it very much."