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Chapter 069: Handsome Guy Proposes 3

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    I looked at him with tears in my eyes, but he didn't say a word of scolding, but there seemed to be something wrong with the expression on his face, as if he was angry.

    "Graduate student, are you angry?" I asked in a low voice.

    "Yes." He looked at me and replied coldly.

    "I'm sorry," I cried out, and the tears of grievance and sadness fell down, "I don't know how that gas stove suddenly caught fire." Woohoo, he must be thinking about me in his heart.  It doesn't matter if it's ugly, and you can't even cook rice.

    "Hey," he sighed, and hugged me into his arms, "I'm angry at myself. I know you can't cook, but I still let you cook. Don't be brave in the future." He wiped me.  With tears in her eyes, she said softly, "Don't cry, look at you, your face and hands are all burnt, I feel so distressed."

    "You really don't blame me?" Looking at him, I couldn't believe it.

    "No wonder." He shook his head.

    "Then will you dislike me?" I asked again.

    "No, how could I dislike you?" He said softly, his eyes were so gentle, so gentle.

    "But, I can't even cook."

    "It's okay, I'll cook it later, you can just eat it."

    "But¡­¡­"

    He lowered his head and kissed my lips, "Don't be so, I will spoil you for the rest of my life, you say, what should I do if I get hurt? Do you know? Seeing you hurt, seeing you  You hurt, I wish I could hurt instead of you, but unfortunately I can only feel sad, a kind of heartache that cannot replace your pain, understand?"

    "Yeah!" I nodded, tears came out of my eyes again, "Why do you treat me so well?"

    "Fool, you are my pig, I am not good to you, who is good to me? Don't cry anymore, I'll go to cook, okay?" He wiped away my tears, "Don't cry in the future."

    "Yeah." I nodded desperately, but the tears still couldn't stop, "Then can I see how you cook?"

    "Okay." He walked into the kitchen with his arms around me.

    He disposed of the burnt greens in the pot, cleaned the pot, and turned on the fire. He looked at me and said with a smile, "You need to boil the water in the pot before putting the oil, so that the oil won't splash everywhere.  Now, after the oil is hot, put the vegetables in and stir fry.¡± He showed me the demonstration while talking.

    "Strange, why do they all seem to listen to you?" I looked at him, admiring him from the bottom of my heart, thinking about my horrible face just now, I simply admire him so much.

    "Fool, you, you must have poured oil into the pot just now because there was still water in the pot, so the oil splashed all over you." Stir frying vegetables non-stop.

    "Then why did the pot catch fire?" I asked again.

    "That's because you put the oil down for too long and didn't put the vegetables down, and the oil will burn when it's overcooked." He said.

    "Strange, why are you so sure." I was a little skeptical.

    "Taught by experience." He said with a smile, and a plate of green vegetables was fried during our conversation.

    "I see, you must have burned pots before, otherwise how would you know." I looked at him sympathetically, "It turns out that you were as pitiful as I was at the beginning."

    "Fool," he kissed my forehead, "this is the most basic common sense in life, you can ask anyone to know it."

    "Oh," I replied unhappily, "So I am the stupidest person in this world."

    "Hey, if you stay with me, you will become smarter in the future." He turned and washed the tomatoes, "I'll fry another scrambled egg with red tomatoes."

    Watching him cut the tomatoes into slices, then lightly crack the eggs, put some salt and mix them with chopsticks. After passing through his hands, within ten minutes, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes came out.

    Looking at those two dishes, the green vegetables are still green, the tomatoes are still so bright red, and the eggs are so golden. Looking at them, I can't help but swallow my saliva.

    "Try it," the graduate student handed me a pair of chopsticks and said with a smile, "Look at your gluttony."

    I took the chopsticks gratefully, and had no choice but to pick up the green vegetables, um, it tastes great, crunchy, and the salt is just right!  Pick up another piece of tomato, it doesn't feel sour at all, it's delicious, it's so delicious, I can't help but pick up a slice of egg again.

    "Is it delicious?" the graduate student asked.

    "Well, it's so delicious, try it if you don't believe me." I picked up an egg and stuffed it into his mouth while eating.

    "Is it delicious?" I asked.

    "Heh, the things I cook must be delicious." He also laughed, "It's just?Strange, why is the rice not yet cooked?  "

    "Yeah? It's strange, it's been a long time."

    "I'll take a look." After the graduate student finished speaking, he turned and entered the kitchen.

    "Oh my God!" I heard his yell, I hurriedly put down my chopsticks and ran in, "What's wrong? What happened again?" I asked.

    "I'm really confused by you." After the graduate student finished speaking, he lifted the lid of the rice cooker, "Look, how much rice did you cook? How much water did you put in?"

    "Isn't it just five bowls of rice?" I said.

    "What did you say?" the graduate student called.

    He didn't hear clearly in the future, so I repeated, "Five bowls."

    "Oh, my God, how many days do you plan to eat?" The graduate student looked at me and smiled helplessly.

    "What's wrong? Don't you just eat three bowls for a meal, and I eat two bowls." What a strange guy.

    "So you cooked five bowls? And it's still five big bowls. That bowl is half the size of the bowls we eat."

    "How do I know, it should be two and a half bowls." I scratched my head and said.

    "You, don't you know that rice will swell after being cooked? You don't understand this bit of common sense?" The graduate student looked at me in disbelief, as if he was looking at the world's biggest fool.

    "How could I know? No one taught me since I was a child. At home, my mother said that I was afraid that I would spoil his kitchen. I ate a meal at school, and I also ate a meal after I went to work."

    "So this is your first time cooking?" the graduate student asked.

    "Well, I just want to cook it for you, who knew it would end up like this." I pouted aggrievedly.

    "Fool." The graduate student hugged me into his arms, "For me, if you suffer, I will love you well, and I will never let you suffer the slightest bit of grievance in the future. Well, I don't need to cook this meal in the future."

    "Graduate student, am I useless?"

    "How could it be? As long as my piglet loves me well." The graduate student patted my head, "Looks like I have to eat fried rice today."

    In the end, the graduate student scooped out some rice from the rice cooker and fried it, and I ate delicious fried rice again. The graduate student said that this was the most memorable meal he had ever eaten, and then he covered his stomach with laughter!  I warned him not to spread the word or I ignored him and he was still giggling!

    "Family ugliness should not be publicized, I will not speak out." The graduate student finally said, I was so angry that my face was bruised and purple.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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