Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Chapter 30

Wei Ziqing seemed to have his eyes closed, but in fact he was secretly observing through the curtain. He was also nervous, not because he was afraid of what Song Da would do to him, after all, Song Da hated him very much from the beginning.He was afraid that Song Da would drag him down and not let him sleep on the bed. God knows such a soft quilt, he really only covered it in his previous life-this is not an exaggeration, it is a factual description.

Seeing Song Da took the quilt from the cabinet and spread it on the floor, he felt at ease, hugged the quilt and turned over to the inside, buried himself deeply in the cotton with the smell of sunshine, woo...happiness!

The next day.

The two got up before dawn. Unexpectedly, Song's mother was lighting a fire in the kitchen and preparing to cook earlier.

Song Poming naturally took the firewood from Song's mother, and helped him aside: "Mum, didn't you say that I don't need you to do it at home."

Wei Ziqing took the man over tactfully, smiled and took Song's mother's hand and said, "Go back to the house and rest, brother Qing is married, how can I tire you out of your work..."

Wei Ziqing's sweet mouth coaxed Song's mother into the room with a smile: "Okay, brother Qing is filial. Ah Mu knows it in her heart, then Ah Mu will come into the house, waiting to try your handicraft."

The old man took one mouthful and one mum, was it because he was afraid that he would forget to offer tea later.

Turning around, Song Da was already sitting in front of the bellows, lighting the fire.

"The rice and noodles are here, and the vegetables are placed over there. The seasoning and oil are on the stove. Tell me what is missing. I will bring some when I go to town. There is a bucket of water here, which is not enough for you. Call me again."

Wei Ziqing stood in front of the stove, raised his hand and didn't know what to touch.

Hearing Song Da's instructions in his ear, he answered absent-mindedly: "Oh, oh...that, put the water first?"

Received Song Da's questioning look, Wei Ziqing swallowed.

"I know, I know...put in the water first, and then put in the rice after the water boils."

He has a good memory, and has memorized a lot of recipes and pastry recipes. His theoretical knowledge is not much worse than that of a chef in a big restaurant in the capital. But in his previous life, he didn't like to touch oily smoke. , should be simple, right?

Scooped up a ladle of water and poured it into the pot, because the pot was so dry and hot, there was a puff of smoke after pouring the water, and Wei Ziqing was so scared that he took a few wrong steps back.

However, he still pretended to be calm, turned his head and gave Song Da a smile.

Song Boming seemed to see the clues, he was amused in his heart, but his face didn't show, he just asked lightly: "Who are you cooking for?"

Wei Ziqing immediately reacted: "I haven't finished draining the water yet!"

Wow, scooped up two large ladles of water, seeing from the corner of the eye that Song Poming hadn't changed, so he released the water.

"Here is the cover."

"Lid? Oh, I forgot."

He hurriedly put the lid on the pot, and waited for the water to boil. He had seen cooks do this before, and the water boiled and bubbled. He should not be mistaken about this, but with the steam coming out of the water, a new problem Here we come, how much rice can be...

The steam had already started to cover the pot, feeling Song Boming's gaze, Wei Ziqing felt a little regretful.

It would be fine if you said you couldn't do it from the beginning, why do you have to be brave?

The spoon just touched the jar of rice, and cut it with one hand.

Song Boming took the rice in silence, got out of the pot, squatted down and fiddled with the firewood, and turned the fire down a bit.

"The porridge will be ready in half an hour. Remember to stir it twice during the period. Just eat the leftovers from last night. Just heat it up."

"Um……"

Seeing Song Boming go out, Wei Ziqing sat awkwardly on the small bench, covering his face with one hand, he was ashamed to death... Why is he pretending to be able to cook!