President Qi, I don't despise you

更新时间：2019-09-0619:02:26

Shen Yan turned around and saw Qi Muye had changed into a light gray home clothes, his expression was a little tired but very gentle, without a suit he was sitting in the office fiercely, with a little more warmth.

"No, you can go into the house and rest for a while, and dinner will be served in 10 minutes."

Shen Yan wanted to persuade him to lie down for a while.

"It's okay, you can't just do nothing, you need to call me or something."

Qi Muye pulled out a chair and sat at the dining table on the side of the kitchen.

Shen Yan saw that he looked like he was not going to sleep, so he took out a head of garlic.

"Then peel off the garlic."

Shen Yan first cut up the tofu, cleaned up the crucian carp, and stewed the crucian carp soup.

Then the ribs were copied with water, submerged, and the vegetables were cut. When the preparations were almost ready, the ribs were stewed on low heat, and then the shrimp shreds were processed.

Qi Muye watched him work in the kitchen wearing a colorful apron, and suddenly felt that there was a bit of fireworks in this cold home, he hadn't seen such a scene for many years.

"Is Mr. Qi ready?"

Shen Yan asked without turning his head.

"All right."

Qi Muye put the peeled garlic on the chopping board.

After the water on one side was boiled, Shen Yan dried a cup, felt that the temperature was about the same, so he cut two slices of freshly bought lemons, found a jar of honey in the refrigerator of Qi Muye's house, scooped a spoonful, made a cup of honey lemonade and put it In front of Qi Muye.

"The temperature is just right, drink a little to warm your stomach, and you can eat more later."

Qi Muye reached out to take the glass of water, indeed the temperature was just right, the young man's limp hair fell down to cover his eyes, but it couldn't block the star-like warmth in his eyes.

Qi Muye gently stretched out his hand to help him straighten his hair. Shen Yan only felt itchy when his cool fingers brushed across his forehead, and it was a bit inexplicable, as if his whole head was numb, and he couldn't help shaking After a while, I felt a little embarrassed and quickly coughed lightly and turned around to look at the ribs.

"You drink slowly."

Not seeing the slightly raised corners of Qi Muye's mouth, he tapped the cup happily with his fingers, picked it up and took a sip.

Shen Yan lifted the lid of the pot and took a deep breath, what's going on?Why does he feel that his ears are a little hot, as if his face is also a little hot, and the distance is too close?No, it didn't happen when I wrestled and rolled with those grandchildren before.

Qi Muye propped himself up from the table and walked to his side, "Why so much soup?"

Didn't you say you want to make sweet and sour pork ribs?Shen Yan was immersed in his own entanglement, and suddenly he heard such a sound, he was startled, his hand holding the pot lid slipped and he turned around quickly, fearing that he would be scalded, Qi Muye quickly bent down and reached out to catch the pot lid, Shen Yan's His elbow just hit Qi Muye's upper abdomen.

There was a severe throbbing pain in his stomach, Qi Muye frowned and groaned softly, leaning on the table with his right hand and bending down.

Shen Yan woke up from fright at this moment, quickly took the pot cover in his hand, supported his body, and half hugged him and sat on a chair beside him.

"I'm sorry, how are you?"

Shen Yan squatted aside and stared at him closely.

"fine."

Qi Muye came over a little bit and looked down at him, noticing that the young man was sweating profusely on his forehead, he couldn't help but smiled at him slightly.

"It's all right now? Go in and lie down for a while, or you can lie down on the sofa."

Shen Yan carefully supported his arm.

"Ah."

Qi Muye responded in a low voice.

"Can you go?"

Seeing his appearance, Shen Yan was already ready to carry him to the sofa.