I Always Want Mr. Heinan

Luan Xiaotian curled his lips. It was really not intentional that her studio didn't clean up. As for the kitchen was not cleaned up, it wasn't because he was called to be abused by his grandmother!

"Do you want to eat salted fish?" Nan Yukong asked.

"No!" When the salted fish was fried, the whole house was stinky and choking.

"Keep marinating for another 15 minutes, and then make sweet and sour fish cubes." Nan Yukong stopped cutting the **** shreds and said, by the way, he finely processed the strips of **** shreds that Luan Xiaotian had previously cut.

‘Guru...guru...’

Luan Xiaotian patted his noisy stomach, embarrassed, "It's hungry...hungry..."

She really wanted to find a place to get in. Such shameful things could happen in front of Nan Yukong.

The shame was lost to grandma's house.

I really don't know what to expect!

"I'm hungry. There are some snacks in the refrigerator." Nan Yukong rolled up his sleeves and took out the apron from the small cupboard. He fished out two handfuls and had a meal. "First help me tie the apron."

Luan Xiaotian stood behind Nan Yukong, staring at the back of his head.

She was so tall, twenty centimeters taller than her, and her thick black hair was a little messy and twisted everywhere.

The apron is a pink and blue striped pattern, which looks particularly abrupt on him, but it is unusually harmonious.

The rope behind the apron is just right on Nan Yukong's inverted triangle waist.

Inverted triangle! !

Luan Xiaotian smiled evilly, "Wait, I'll go upstairs!"

Before Nan Yukong had even spoken, he saw the girl climbing upstairs happily, and the sound of brisk and cheerful footsteps imprinted on his heart.

A few minutes later, the girl poked her head, with a small notebook and a few pencils in her hand.

"You come to be a model for me!"

Nan Yukong's eyebrows seemed to be slightly frowned, and the movements of his hands became stiff, "Model?"

"This time I won't be arbitrarily changed by grandma," Luan Xiaotian promised.

"Whatever." Nan Yukong had a dark face, all with unwilling smiles.

The sound of pencil falling on paper, mixed with the sound of frying pan, a nice melody lingered in my ears.

The air was full of fish scents, Nan Yukong gently flipped the fish in the pot twice, sprinkled an appropriate amount of white sugar, and then covered the pot.

The lines on the body are not as rigid as the last time, but they are quite natural.

Before turning off the fire, Nan Yukong poured all the vinegar sauce on the sweet fish.

The rich taste instantly fills the taste buds of the mouth.

"It smells so good...!" Luan Xiaotian praised.

This is simply delicious in the world, and you can feel its sweetness and softness from far away.

With a well-knotted hand, he opened the refrigerator, took out a bunch of coriander and waved it, his slightly constricted eyes were all the reflection of the girl holding the picture book, "Should I add coriander?"

The girl shook her head and said softly, "No."

**

At the same time, in the old mansion of Nanjia.

Grandma was sitting on the sofa drinking vegetable and fish porridge, and greeted Yuan aunt, "Sit down and taste the porridge."

Aunt Yuan took a sip and asked with joy, "Old lady, is it not so good for you to play the three young masters like that? He is the grandson you saw personally."

"Kongernai doesn't care about this." Grandma replied indifferently.

Kong'er cares about the result, which has always been the case since childhood.

Painting, piano, singing, taekwondo...as much kung fu as he has learned, but he trains desperately to get the results he wants.

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