AWB Chapter 42 What's the difference between men and women when it comes to cooking?
Chapter 42 What's the difference between men and women when it comes to cooking?
In all his years, Feng Jiashu has only been in the kitchen a handful of times.
Clearly, he can't cook.
He was checking his phone while doing it, and he was completely flustered.
Hearing the sound, He Qiaoyun quickly went into the kitchen.
What greeted her eyes was a chaotic mess. She bent down to pick up the potatoes on the ground. "Mr. Feng, are you... going to blow up the kitchen?"
Feng Jiashu smiled awkwardly and helplessly, "Sorry, I don't usually cook, but it shouldn't be difficult. You go outside and play with Tian Tian, I'll take care of things here."
He Qiaoyun seemed very familiar with the kitchen. She opened the toolbox and picked up a paring knife. "Let's do it together, it'll be faster that way."
Actually, she wanted to play with Tian Tian, but Tian Tian just sat quietly, looking distant from her, and the two of them stared at each other.
He Qiaoyun discovered that Feng Jiashu didn't just not cook much, he had never cooked before; he didn't even know how to turn on the gas stove.
When Feng Jiashu saw He Qiaoyun about to come over to help start the stove, he quickly stopped her, saying, "Never mind, I'll go call Xiao Ding. You can sit outside. You're a guest, it's not proper for a guest to cook in the kitchen."
He thought to himself: I need to hire another nanny.
He Qiaoyun was very aware that she was living under someone else's roof. "It's alright, I'm staying here as a guest, it's only right."
Feng Jiashu still didn't want her to cook, so he said, "There's too much oil smoke. I'll do it, and you can teach me, okay?"
He Qiaoyun didn't refuse anymore and taught him how to turn on the gas stove. On one side, she boiled water to cook noodles, and on the other side, she stir-fried beef and tomatoes.
Feng Jiashu really enjoyed the feeling of her speaking in his ear; her enunciation was clear, her voice gentle, and the two of them worked together very well.
After stir-frying the tomato beef, the water next to it boiled. Feng Jiashu threw the noodles in and covered the pot.
“I’ll be fine here, you can go out now,” he said.
"it is good."
They instinctively turned their heads and saw Tian Tian lying by the kitchen doorway.
Feng Jiashu smiled and said, "Tian Tian, Aunt Ding said you were drawing earlier. How did it go? Why don't you go and show it to your uncle and Aunt He?"
Tian Tian stared at them with her beautiful big eyes, but didn't say a word. Then she ran away in a flash.
Watching Tian Tian's disappearing figure, He Qiaoyun said, "Tian Tian has lost a lot of weight since last year."
Feng Jiashu's smile faded. "I've seen a psychologist. The doctor said he has autistic tendencies and needs proper guidance from his parents."
He Qiaoyun frowned, "How could this be...."
As they were talking, Ding Ruolian entered, looking startled. "Mr. Feng! Why are you in the kitchen? Why didn't you call me before you started cooking?"
Feng Jiashu smiled faintly, "It's just cooking noodles. Is Qiaoyun's room ready?"
Ding Ruolian quickly walked to Feng Jiashu's side and took the soup spoon from his hand. "It's all ready, Mr. Feng. You're a man, how can you go into the kitchen? Cooking is a job for us women." As she spoke, she looked at He Qiaoyun and said, "Sister Qiaoyun, why don't you come over and help Mr. Feng?"
The accusations against He Qiaoyun in these words seem to imply that she is seen as someone like herself.
But He Qiaoyun is different from her.
Feng Jiashu said seriously, "Xiao Ding, you're wrong about that. What's the difference between men and women when it comes to cooking? The chefs in those hotels are all men."
Upon hearing this, Ding Ruolian gave an awkward laugh, "Mr. Feng is right."
He Qiaoyun looked at Feng Jiashu and, for some reason, thought this man was really handsome.
Ding Ruolian was cooking in the kitchen, so the two of them went out and sat at the dining table to wait for dinner.
The two sat facing each other at a traditional Chinese round table, unsure of what to talk about, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere.
After a long pause, Feng Jiashu said, "Don't be shy, just make yourself at home. Look how big my house is, one more person just means one more pair of chopsticks. You don't actually need to pay rent. If you really feel bad about it, just transfer a thousand yuan to me for living expenses, okay?"
He Qiaoyun was struggling with the rent when he brought it up on her own initiative.
He can afford such a big house, and he doesn't seem to need her little bit of money. She already owes him a favor when she asked him to pretend to be her boyfriend, so it doesn't seem like she'll miss out on this little bit.
But I was still a little embarrassed, so I said, "Then I won't be polite. I'll just stay for a short while and move out as soon as I find a suitable place."
"It's okay, take your time, you can stay as long as you like."
As they were talking, Ding Ruolian came out carrying two bowls of noodles.
He Qiaoyun was starving, but she was still a little reserved eating at someone else's house.
Her gaze unconsciously drifted to Feng Jiashu, and she noticed that he ate very gracefully, even his noodles were eaten slowly and methodically.
Feng Jiashu noticed her gaze and looked up.
He Qiaoyun felt inexplicably embarrassed and looked away.
Sensing her unease, Feng Jiashu spoke up to ease the tension, saying, "Tian Tian has been up there for quite a while now, why hasn't she come down yet...?"
now.
upstairs.
Tian Tian was doodling on paper when the door was pushed open. Turning around, she saw Ding Ruolian walk in. She subconsciously gripped the crayons in her hand, her face full of bewilderment.
Ding Ruolian glanced down at her painting and said sarcastically, "What is this? It's horribly ugly. How can you be so stupid that you can't even paint?"
Tian Tian was taken aback. Her hand holding the crayon tightened unconsciously, her nails digging into the edge of the crayon, and crumbs fell down.
Ding Ruolian gently patted her cheek, "Feng Tiantian, don't think He Qiaoyun is a good person. She's even more ruthless than me. She's so poor and shabby, yet she managed to hook up with Mr. Feng. What do you think she's after? It's all for money! If she's with Mr. Feng, she definitely won't tolerate a speck of sand like you."
"Fool, can't you understand this? If she becomes the mistress of this house, the first thing she'll do is send you to some remote mountain village to be an old man's wife. You'll be chained by the old man, tied to a chicken coop, and spend your whole life with these stinking beasts. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, Tian Tian trembled and shook her head repeatedly, "No, Aunt He wouldn't..."
Ding Ruolian pinched her cheek and chuckled, "Listen, people in this world are all wicked, especially He Qiaoyun. She's vicious and venomous. Stay away from her, understand?"
Tian Tian was so frightened that tears streamed down her face, a sense of helplessness washing over her as her beliefs crumbled: "You're talking nonsense, you're talking nonsense..."
Seeing her cry, Ding Ruolian became very impatient and growled, "Shut up, you're so noisy! Stay in the house and don't go downstairs again!"
Tian Tian dared not make a sound anymore, but tears kept falling, the scalding tears wetting the drawing paper.
Ding Ruolian felt a sense of satisfaction watching her break down.
After the two people downstairs finished their dinner, they sat in the living room, but Tian Tian didn't come down for a long time.
Feng Jiashu said, "It's getting late, let's get some rest."
He Qiaoyun stood up. "Okay."
Ding Ruolian was afraid that He Qiaoyun would go up to the third floor with Feng Jiashu, so she smiled and said, "Sister Qiaoyun, I'll take you to your room."
He Qiaoyun said politely, "Thank you for your trouble."
"No trouble."
Ding Ruolian led He Qiaoyun up the stairs to the second floor.
The second floor is quite large, with a small reception room, a tea room, a semi-open piano room, a tea bar, as well as two guest rooms and two suites.
"This is the room. Your luggage has been put inside."
He Qiaoyun opened the door and was greeted by a spacious and bright bedroom with a small terrace outside. The terrace was furnished with a coffee table and a lounge chair, and the view of the lake at night through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was quite pleasant.
This suite features a separate bathroom and walk-in closet, and the total area is nearly 70 to 80 square meters.
He Qiaoyun's understanding of villas was still limited to the small Western-style house her parents built in their hometown, which was the envy of all the neighbors.
Compared to Feng Jiashu's large villa, the small house his parents built is nothing.
You should know that the house I bought for my son is only 120 square meters. After deducting the common area, the actual usable area is less than 100 square meters.
The less than 100 square meters of space had to accommodate a family of three or four people for eating, drinking, relieving themselves, and sleeping. And this 70 or 80 square meters had only one function: sleeping.
She thought to herself that Feng Jiashu was really capable, to be able to buy such a big villa.