The benefactor said he was tired of playing and wanted to marry me

Meng Chengying was a little thirsty, so she drank half a cup of Coke in one gulp, then stuffed it back into Ou Yi's hand, frowning: "Why do you buy sugar-free Coke?"

Ou Yi also took a sip of what Meng Chengying had just drank, and said, "Don't you think the taste without sugar is more refreshing? After drinking it, there is no sticky feeling in your mouth."

Meng Chengying looked at Ou Yi for a while as if seeing some prehistoric monster: "You have studied Coke? Didn't you dislike junk food before?" As soon as he said this, he found out which pot he hadn't opened. Which pot is it? Sure enough, Ou Yi's reply in the next second was as he expected: "I'll drink it after you leave." Then Ou Yi paused, and then said: "The sugar-free ones are healthier, and it's easier to eat too much sugar." Tooth decay and high blood pressure, if you like cola, try drinking sugar-free ones."

"Your posture is like that of Meng Ganhe persuading me to wear long johns." Meng Chengying complained, "I'm already drinking Coke, so why do I care if I'm healthy or not?"

"...May also affect the height." Ou Yi glanced at him, pursed his lips, he didn't know what he was thinking, his face hesitated to speak.His movements are a bit familiar, he looks like Pei Ruyi.

Meng Chengying took the cup back from Ou Yi's hand with a blank expression, took it to his mouth and took a sip, and then found that Ou Yi was smiling very brightly for no reason.

Meng Chengying looked at him for a while while drinking Coke, and found that he had no intention of stopping, and asked, "You... the concussion is more serious?"

Only then did Ou Yi's expression turn normal, and he said, "No."

Meng Chengying raised her head and drank the Coke, then put down the cup in her hand, clapped her hands and stood up: "I thought you had a brain injury. Then what are you trying to do to call me over? It's almost dinner time. Send the nurse away, are you going to drink the wind?" Although Meng Chengying said so, she had already gone to the kitchen.Even if Ou Yi's brain is damaged, it will not be worse than before. Meng Chengying guessed that Ou Yi wanted to miss the days when the two of them were together, and taste the food he cooked.

Meng Chengying didn't feel unhappy either, after all, this was an affirmation of his craftsmanship.And every time he thought of the figure of Ou Yi with his back against the light blocking him when the heavy truck was about to hit him, even if his eyes weren't sour, his heart softened.

Meng Chengying stretched out his hand to open the refrigerator and found a box of chicken legs inside. He thought that Ou Yi had even prepared the ingredients, so he probably wanted to eat Meng Chengying's braised chicken for a long time.

To be honest, the reason why Meng Chengying often cooks chicken for Ou Yi is purely because chicken does not need to be blanched, and it is not as troublesome as beef and mutton.

It's just that Ou Yi doesn't know.

He was about to reach out to find out if there were mushrooms and green peppers in the refrigerator, when Ou Yi came to his senses and stopped him from behind: "Wait, wait, I didn't call you here because I wanted you to cook."

"Then what are you going to do?" Meng Chengying looked at Ou Yi, who had even touched his apron, and said in disbelief, "Are you going to do it for me? Are you still concussed?"

At this time, Ou Yi had already tied the apron on himself. The apron was bought by Meng Chengying back then, and it was a bit small for Ou Yi.He raised his head and gave Meng Chengying a displeased look, and said, "Don't look at me so suspiciously, I've practiced many times."

Thinking that Ou Yi had finally made progress, Meng Chengying was still a little moved, and asked, "Then what are you going to do? Braised chicken?" He guessed it was, because braised chicken was Meng Chengying's most common dish at that time, and it was also Ou Yi's favorite dish. A favorite dish that's also quick and easy.Throw the chicken into pieces and the soaked shiitake mushrooms together, add dried chili cooking wine, light soy sauce and ginger, sauté until fragrant, add water and simmer for 15 minutes, then add green peppers and high heat to collect the juice, it's a great meal.Meng Chengying was lazy at the time, often omitting most of the seasonings and directly adding bean paste to the pot. Unexpectedly, Ou Yi liked it very much, and often pestered him to make it, saying that the yellow braised chicken outside could not make this taste.

"Who do you think I am." In the end, Ou Yi seemed even more unhappy, and said, "How can I cook my favorite food when I cook for you? It must be your favorite food."

Meng Chengying looked at him suspiciously: "...you know how to make fried chicken? Don't get burned by the oil. I advise you to calm down and cook braised chicken honestly. I'm not that picky."

Ou Yi suddenly looked suspicious: "You have never seen me cook, why do you think I would do this? Did Pei Ruyi do this before?"

"..." Meng Chengying was speechless, because Pei Ruyi had really done this before.He quickly changed the subject, not wanting to say more about this matter, and also made Ou Yi unhappy: "OK, OK, then you blow it up, but don't blow it up all at once, if the car really overturns, we can have another chance .”

Ou Yi glared at Meng Chengying angrily, "You don't believe me." But he honestly only took half a box of chicken legs.

Meng Chengying was worried that her kitchen, which she had worked so hard for two years, would turn into scorched earth, so she dragged a chair and sat beside her, drinking Coke while staring at Ou Yi.He watched Ou Yi skillfully cut the chicken into pieces, mixed the seasoning and marinated it, and even professionally cut the chicken leg with a flower knife to make it more delicious.Then he adjusted the egg mixture, rolled the chicken into a layer of starch, coated it with a layer of egg liquid, dipped it in bread crumbs, and put it on the plate at hand.Meng Chengying was amazed by the smooth and flowing movements throughout, without any signs of unfamiliarity.

In the next second, Ou Yi didn't go to get the pot, but went to preheat the oven instead, Meng Chengying saw that something was wrong, and said, "Why don't you heat the oil?"

Over there, Ou Yi took a watering can and sprayed olive oil on the chicken legs, and replied: "Frying is not healthy. I spray a layer of oil and bake it to taste the same."

Meng Chengying thought about the sugar-free cola before, completely helpless: "I think you might be able to get along with Meng Gan..."

He muttered in a low voice, but Ou Yi didn't hear him either.It's just that Meng Chengying suddenly remembered the matter of the second room before, and couldn't help asking Ou Yi: "That's right."

"What?" Ou Yi turned around wearing an apron.

"Before you discussed with Pei Ruyi why you were the second wife, how did you arrange it, why are you so unprogressive?" Meng Chengying joked with him brazenly, relying on Ou Yi's mind not being as delicate and sensitive as the other two.

Sure enough, Ou Yi just raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You want me to be aggressive? That's great." He turned his head and continued to spray oil on the drumsticks, and said: "Since you have already asked, I will just say it. I At that time, I guessed that I couldn’t compete with them, and I was afraid that I wouldn’t even be ranked in the third house. It’s better to say that I’m the second house, anyway, Pei Ruyi has the confidence to fight with Meng Gan, and I don’t have that much extravagant hope.”

Meng Chengying was stunned for a moment, feeling that Ou Yi's words sounded a bit sad.But his tone was flat, as if he didn't mean to say that intentionally to gain his own comfort, so he joked: "You have something to say about sitting on a mountain and watching tigers fight. But you are not afraid of the two of them who will not win the main house Go back and grab a seat with you?"

"Of course I have considered it." Ou Yi put the plate into the oven and said with a smile: "If Pei Ruyi wins, he will definitely help me with a few words; I am also sorry to go back on my word.”

Meng Chengying thought about it for a while and seemed to have such a reason, and was stunned: "Isn't it just a joke, why are you so serious?"

"Maybe it will be useful." Ou Yi straightened up and looked back at Meng Chengying, with a serious face: "What if you sleep with me in the future and arrange shifts according to this? Seven days a week cannot be divisible by three."

Meng Chengying thought carefully about the meaning of Ou Yi's words, and suddenly wanted to turn on the oven again and stuff him in too.