Chapter 43: Lele Cooks Broccoli

  An Lele was flustered, finally changing into her usual outfit of a white T-shirt and jeans. S173 said she tried to maintain a calm demeanor as she walked out.

  The more she didn't want Jingyang to see her embarrassment, the more he looked at her carefully. He walked towards her with a smile, and Anle's eyebrows furrowed as she saw his sly expression. Her whole mood turned bad, what was he going to do? Why did he look so flirtatious? Her feet involuntarily took a step back, but then she remembered that she was in her own home, could it be that he wanted...

  "Stay back!" She shouted loudly at him with her hands clasped in front of her chest.

  Jingyang stretched out his arm and pulled up the collar of her shirt on her shoulder, and the pink inner shoulder strap was still exposed!

  An Le's face suddenly turned red like a ripe persimmon.

  Jing An couldn't help but notice the cookie bag on the table and felt a pang in her heart. It seemed that she had used this to get by for dinner.

  He walked out of the door and said: "Follow me!"

  "It's getting late!"

  Jingyang didn't say a word, although Anle disagreed verbally, her legs quickly followed. In the middle of the night, what was she being asked to do? Wasn't it already after work hours?

  She sat in her seat and looked at Jingyang, asking: "Where are you taking me?"

  Jingyang looked at her without getting an answer and drove home.

  Back home, Messi was sitting on the couch playing games, when he saw Anelka, he just waved his hand to greet him.

  Jingyang sat on the sofa, looking at her leisurely and said: "Explain what happened at breakfast!"

  A sorrowful cry escaped his lips, it seemed this time he was doomed.

  "It's... uh... heh heh... I just cooked a very delicious instant noodles for Messi." An Lele said with a wry smile.

  "Who told you to cook something like that for him?" Jingyang's expression made Anle afraid, it was just instant noodles, if she had brought Messi to eat snacks with gutter oil flavor, he would have pinched her to death.

  An Lele bit her lip, looking like she was about to cry.

  "Uncle, never mind, it really tastes good." Meixi said, looking at An Lele.

  Jingyang looked at Messi and then at Anle, who kept her head down in silence.

  "Never give Messi that kind of thing again." Jingyang said sternly.

  The music is playing but nobody is singing along.

  "Grandma, she can't cook," Messi said with a shake of his head and a sigh.

  "Huh?" Jingyang found it hilarious, he had always thought that this girl was invincible, but she couldn't even cook, such a basic survival skill, and she didn't know how to do it, it was too unexpected for him.

  The three of them fell silent, and all they heard was Jingyang shouting loudly: "If you don't know, then learn!"

  He got up and went to the kitchen, brought back a cookbook and threw it in front of her. She was really about to lose her soul, she could read any book, but this one was an exception... She looked at Jingyang with pleading eyes.

  Jingyang turned around and went upstairs, saying "Learn to be a cauliflower!"

  "No!"

  "Think of your family..."

  He threatened her again, this big bad guy only knows how to threaten him.

  "Good luck!" Messi also went upstairs.

  Anle sat on the carpet, she really can't cook, it's really hard to make those things delicious!

  Anle got up, walked to the kitchen, took out a broccoli, big and green, how to deal with it, she had only eaten or seen how to do it, this book didn't explain it in detail at all.

  She tossed the book aside and decided to go her own way.

  She broke off some broccoli with her hand grasping the middle of the stem, looking left and right, wondering how to do it. Suddenly, she had an idea!

  She put water in the electric pot and washed the broccoli, putting it upside down in the water. She pressed the button and, heh heh, it was cooked in no time.

  Jingyang heard the sound of pots and pans clanging in the kitchen, but he was still worried, thinking that if she hurt herself it would be terrible. He quickly rushed downstairs to take a look.

  When he walked to the kitchen door, he was stunned. The kitchen was filled with a thick fog, everything was hazy, what was this girl doing? She hadn't even turned on the range hood.

  "What are you doing?" He asked as he walked towards her.

  "What was that?" There was a sound of a spoon falling to the ground, which scared her to death. What's wrong with you, sneaking around and doing who-knows-what?!

  "Not ready yet, you go out and wait first."

  How could Jingyang listen to her arrangement, walked in and almost fainted from anger, a whole head of broccoli was being boiled in the pot. The scene was simply too shocking. "Anle, what do you want to do?"

  "Uh, I think I'll cook her."

  "You...are really going to be driven mad by you."

  "Have you ever seen anyone cook broccoli like this?"

  "No, I thought of it myself."

  Jing Yang almost felt like he was going to suffocate, this was his first time seeing a woman cook like this.

  "I really want to cook you like this."

  An Le quickly hid to one side, this guy has a violent tendency, she didn't want to be cooked.

  Jing Yang originally thought that broccoli wouldn't be overcooked, so he gave her the option to choose such an ingredient. Now he really thinks he overestimated her ability, she really doesn't have a talent for cooking.

  An Le said bluntly: "If you have the ability, try it yourself, and you'll know how to order others around. It's easy to talk big when standing upright."

  Jing Yang looked at her with an urgent and defeated expression, but didn't say a word.

  He only saw him take out a small cauliflower, soak it in clear water, and sprinkle salt in the clear water. Then he turned on the exhaust fan and quickly cleaned up the messy table with extremely swift movements. An Lele just stood there watching.

  He marinated the shrimp with seasonings, and then broke the broccoli into small florets, putting them in a pot of clear water with some salt. After a few minutes, he scooped them out, and she realized that you're supposed to separate the broccoli into individual pieces before putting it in the pot - she had just put the whole head in.

  "Get out of the way!" Jingyang shouted loudly.

  She just wants to learn from him, why does he have to be so petty!

  "Just learning and nothing more, what can you do about it?" she protested loudly.

  Jingyang tapped the pot with a spoon and said: "I'm afraid of hot oil splashing out and scalding you, understand?"

  An Le's face turned red as he hid to one side. As expected, when the shrimp was poured into the oil pan, some oil splashed out. It felt so uncomfortable to have misunderstood someone's kindness. When he looked again, Jing Yang had already added broccoli to the pan and was stir-frying them together.

  She stared at the dish of stir-fried broccoli and shrimp in surprise, her eyes wide with wonder. She thought he was only good at yelling at employees in the office, but it turned out he could cook too. As they say, a man who can cook is the most handsome, and indeed, her flower-hysteria system had leveled up again.

  Jing Yang looked at her and sighed, saying: "I really don't know what you will do?"

  "I'll eat it, hehe, I'll eat..."

  "Not your turn..."

  Angrily staring at him, how petty!

  "It's definitely you who made this dish, it just looks good but tastes bad!" An Lele said.

  Jing Yang looked at her silently, still using his usual tactics on her, it was really hard for her...