Honey First Love: The school grass is too fierce

Chapter 117: Injury from Cooking

"But..." Yu Shuanglan rubbed her chin puzzledly: "You have to cook for other girls even though you don't know how to cook. Could it be because of some stimulation? Or is there something that stimulated you?"

Sure enough, it was the mother who understood her son, almost to the point.

"Qingyi said that Yu cooked for her." Thinking of this, he felt overwhelmed. The key point was that Yan Qingyi praised Bo Jinyu for a moment, looking at her expression.

"So that's how it is." She suddenly realized something: "Son, don't tell Ma Yu that kid has feelings for Yan Qingyi?"

"You guessed it right, he does like Yan Qingyi too." Although he didn't want to admit it.

That's why I rushed to work and cook all night, and even asked Du Niang how to make lunch, in order to feed Yan Qingyi the meal I cooked, and it was the best one, and he would never make a fool of himself, it must be himself Made by hand!

"Son, you have met a rival in love!" She patted her son on the shoulder sympathetically.

Leng Xuanlin suddenly looked at her with cold eyes, and his tone was abnormally affirmative: "He is not qualified yet!"

Yu Shuanglan was worried about her son's temper. Compared with Bo Jinyu's personality, ordinary girls would like Bo Jinyu a little more, not to mention that Bo Jinyu still has feelings for Yan Qingyi. I really don't know who will be able to succeed!

Son, you have to work hard!

"Hiss..." Leng Xuanlin groaned in pain as he accidentally scratched his left finger with the knife he was chopping.

Yu Shuanglan was so frightened that she took out the first-aid kit from the cabinet and wiped the blood on Leng Xuanlin. Fortunately, the wound was not serious, so a Band-Aid was enough.

"Does it still hurt?"

Leng Xuanlin shook his head and continued to chop vegetables with a knife.

Yu Shuanglan was speechless, grabbed the knife in his hand, and explained: "Cutting vegetables is not the way you cut it. You can easily hurt your hands like this. Mom taught you to put the bones of your fingers against the surface of the knife, so it is much more convenient to cut vegetables." , and it won’t hurt your own hands, understand?”

"There are also rice balls, you need to pinch them with your tiger's mouth, so that the strength of the pinching is to let the taste of the rice balls penetrate, so that the taste will be better."

"And these...these..."

Fortunately, she learned some messy cooking skills when she was young, and now she is teaching her son again, and it is still in the middle of the night, so she is also drunk if she is so sneaky.

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The next day, Yan Qingyi received a call from Leng Xuanlin as soon as she came to high school, mysteriously asking her to go to the cherry blossom forest.

What are you going to do?

Anyway, she was free, so she went directly to the cherry blossom forest.

There were many cherry blossoms dancing in the air, and she sniffed the elegant fragrance in the air, and she immediately felt relaxed and happy.

By the way, where is Leng Xuanlin?

She looked around and didn't see Leng Xuanlin, thinking that she improvised for a while according to her mood at the moment, because her wound had not healed, some movements were not standard.

Yan Qingyi reached out to catch the falling petals, and gently blew them up, leaving behind a smile.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Leng Xuanlin standing not far away, holding a bento box in her hand.

"Xuan Lin, why do you appear behind me every time, are you so scary?" Especially when she was in the right mood and was suddenly frightened.

Leng Xuanlin didn't speak, and didn't speak until Yan Qingyi came to the side. Yan Qingyi looked directly into his deep eyes, and stared at him deliberately: "I'm watching! Believe it or not, I gouged out your eyes!"

"Give you……"

"Ah?" Yan Qingyi glanced at the thing in his hand, and subconsciously asked, "What is this?"

"Open it and see for yourself."

After listening to Leng Xuanlin's words, she opened the bento box out of curiosity, and there were neatly arranged meals inside, and there were all kinds of them, which looked particularly delicious.

"It's so beautiful." Yan Qingyi happily held it up to her nose and sniffed it, thinking about it, raised her head and asked, "Is it for me?"

She regretted saying this, and felt so narcissistic.

"You try it."

Yan Qingyi couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks to prepare some vegetarian dishes, and just as she was about to put down the chopsticks, she realized a problem: "Aren't you good at cooking? Who made this?"

"Taste it first."

As soon as Leng Xuanlin said that he learned it, Yan Qingyi inexplicably felt that he was particularly guilty: "No, Xuanlin, I just said it casually yesterday, why do you take it seriously!"

Yesterday, I was just joking and casually talking about how this guy can really cook, and he obviously doesn’t know how to cook. How long did it take to make this delicious bento.

There was an inexplicable sense of guilt for a moment.

Looking at this delicious bento, I have no intention of eating it.

"I'm just idle and bored, learning by myself."

Yan Qingyi: "..." Thanks to her self-blaming for a long time, this guy actually did this when she was idle and bored!

She angrily picked a rice ball and took a bite. She wanted to annoy Leng Xuanlin on purpose, but she didn't expect the taste of the bento made by this product to be really good. This rice ball was very soft and delicious, and she ate the whole thing It's over.

"Xuanlin, is this really your first time cooking?"

Why does she feel that this guy is a particularly experienced one!

"Not tasty?" Leng Xuanlin frowned.

Yan Qingyi suddenly made an aggrieved expression, and returned the lunch box to him: "Eat and see for yourself!"

Leng Xuanlin thought the taste was really bad, subconsciously used the chopsticks she had eaten, took a bite of a rice ball, and did not find that the taste was wrong.

Just as Yan Qingyi wanted to tease him, she caught sight of the band-aid on his left index finger. It was fine yesterday, so why did it hurt today?

Shouldn't it be...

No way?

"Xuan Lin, what's wrong with your hand!" She snatched the bento box from his hand, and pointed at the band-aid on his finger.

"I..." Leng Xuanlin wanted to say it's okay, but when the words on his lips suddenly turned, he put on a particularly aggrieved look: "Didn't Xiaoyi want to eat the food I cooked? I stayed up all night last night just to give You cut your finger while making bento and cutting vegetables..."

"No... no?"

A strong sense of guilt welled up in my heart.

She was just talking casually yesterday, why did this silly roe deer really do it!It's nothing more than staying up all night, but I even scratched my hand!

Yan Qingyi, next time, don't talk nonsense in front of the idiot, or this guy will take it seriously!

She kept warning herself.

"Then have you disinfected the wound? What if the wound is inflamed and gone?"

Seeing Yan Qingyi's worried expression, Leng Xuanlin knew that his plot had succeeded, and continued to pretend: "It's okay, at least I did what I promised you!"

Yan Qingyi always felt a little sorry in his heart, but couldn't help cursing: "What a fool, I just said it casually, why do you take it seriously, if you don't know how to cook, you can't, and many people can't now, Nine out of ten boys out of a high school can't do it, and you insist on making it happen, do you think cooking is easy?"

Although he was scolding Leng Xuanlin, Leng Xuanlin himself was very popular, especially the silly roe deer, which made him inexplicably happy.

He continued to push forward: "For the sake of hurting me cooking for you, why don't Xiaoyi cook for me?"

"I...Okay." She didn't intend to, but Leng Xuanlin's words seemed to be correct, so she agreed.

It was not until many years later that Yan Qingyi realized that the longest road she had traveled was Leng Xuanlin's routine.

Leng Xuanlin moved his wrist, just in time to reveal the scar near his wrist that was bitten by Yan Qingyi last time, a row of tooth marks.

"what is this?"