Chapter 1871: Old (9)

Xia Siyu still can't cook after all these years of devastation.

But she doesn't know how to cook. In order to satisfy her sense of

participation, Bo Yan still let her participate. As we all know, as long as it

is porcelain, Xia Siyu will not survive one day and night. Bo Yan did not dare

to let her wash the dishes. Not dare to let her chop vegetables, Xia Siyu took

a kitchen knife, probably as a real weapon. But he took a small basket for Xia

Siyu and asked her to wash the vegetables, and specifically instructed her to

wash them a little bit, preferably one by one.

So Xia Siyu really took care of cleaning one by one over there. Although the

movements were so slow that they were pointing fingers, they did somehow work.

But she didn't want to work alone without communication, so Bo Yan had to take

a pot, kneading noodles next to her, chop stuffing, chop vegetables and green

onions and so on.

Sure enough, Xia Siyu saw that Bo Yan was cutting vegetables, especially

cutting them to the same size, so she wanted to play it herself: "I want too.

How do you learn this, you teach me?"

Bo Yan didn't want to bother at first, but when he heard the latter sentence,

his mind became more active: "Do you want to learn?"

She didn't want to learn, she wanted to play, Xia Siyu nodded quickly. Bo Yan

still hesitated: "Then you can't play foolishly with this thing, what if you

get it by accident."

Xia Siyu waved a big hand: "I'm not a three-year-old child, I can still

distinguish the importance."

The more she said that, the more distrustful she was. But when he met Xia

Siyu's "threatening" gaze, he waved to let her come over. Stand behind her,

close to her back, and wrap her hands around her waist. One hand supported her

hand holding the knife, and the other helped her press the dishes, cutting

them up one by one.

Xia Siyu turned back and asked him: "How do you practice this? Why are they

all cut exactly the same?"

Bo Yan said: "There is nothing to practice. At first, cut it slowly and try to

cut it into the same size. Once you are familiar with it, it will be faster."

Xia Siyu asked again: "Then when can I get to your level?"

Bo Yan was a little silent, and he was still a bit talented about cooking. Xia

Siyu is full of acting talent, but in this respect, she is already at a super

level if she doesn't come to the fried kitchen. Bo Yan didn't answer, but Xia

Siyu suddenly said "Ah", and Bo Yan was startled. He quickly put down the

knife and turned her around with a nervous expression: "What's the matter? Cut

to your hands? Does it hurt?"

Especially the index finger of Xia Siyu's right hand was still curled up, and

it looked so painful. Bo Yan came up quickly: "Let me see."

As soon as the fingers broke, there was no wound at all. Bo Yan was stunned,

then went to look for other fingers: "Where is the injury?"

Holding her hand and looking at it, she didn't see a one-centimeter-large

wound. The thin words were a bit strange, and she was looking up suspiciously,

just when she ran into Xia Siyu's "poof" laugh.

Bo Yan understood in seconds, and threw off her paws: "You are not injured."

It is affirmative. This guy actually lied to him!

The expression on Xia Siyu's face changed from joy to melancholy: "Who said I

was not injured?"

Bo Yan was a little suspicious, he looked at her with a suspicious expression:

"Where are you hurt?"

Xia Siyu fell on him with a pitiful expression on his face: "My heart is hurt.

You need a hug to get better."

This ** is coming again. Bo Yan took her hand: "Your heart is hurt, right?"

In the next second, he really picked her up, Xia Siyu was actually lifted up

by him, she was on the top, and she was taken aback for a moment, and below

the Bo Yan smiled brightly: "You want to kiss and hug, right?"

Then he really pulled her back, holding her up to her side, she was up, he was

down, raised her head, and kissed her gently at the corner of her mouth.

Really hug and hug high. Xia Siyu was stunned for a moment, until she was put

on the ground, she didn't get back to her senses. Bo Yan also smiled and asked

her: "Where else hurts? My heart hurts? It doesn't matter, I will rub it for

you for my husband, so that you can rejuvenate immediately."

Xia Siyu backed away quickly: "No need, no need."

Bo Yan turned to the offensive at this time: "Eh, your heart hurts. It is also

my irresponsibility as a husband. Why don't you even know that my wife is not

feeling well? It's okay, let me treat you. ."

Xia Siyu continued to back up and threatened: "If you come back again, I will

raise the basin for you."

The pot is okay, but the pot is on the edge of the chopping board, and there

is a kitchen knife on the chopping board. It's not for fun if it really hurts.

Bo Yan was also playing around with her, but at this time, he closed it when

he saw it, and said ruthlessly: "It's okay, when we turn off the lights at

night, we can talk to you well."

The ingredients were basically processed for a while, and Xia Siyu washed the

vegetables and the noodles were awake. Bo Yan used it to roll out dumpling

wrappers of the same size. Xia Siyu also wants to play, anyway, there is no

knife, Bo Yan rest assured that she will make trouble, and then adjust the

filling.

Xia Siyu also volunteered: "I want to make dumplings!"

Bo Yan was a little surprised: "Will you?"

She won't, but this guy is not stupid. When he first went to the supermarket,

he bought an artifact making dumplings. It's the kind of dumplings made by

foreigners. Put the skin and stuffing in the middle, and the ugly is a bit

ugly, but the taste is still the same.

Xia Siyu was happily wrapping up here, boasting that she would cook the New

Year's Eve dinner over there. The soup is chicken broth. The boy chicken is

blanched with water, and the matsutake that has just been washed and soaked is

added. Throw two jujubes and add water to stew. The fish is steamed, and the

fish scales have been broken in the supermarket. Go home and treat it a little

bit. Remove the black film and fishy lines, put cooking wine on it, stuffed

the stomach with chopped green onion, ginger, garlic and chili, and just used

it. Make Xia Siyu's cocktail salty lemon seven and put the remaining slices of

lemon into the steamer.

Coupled with Xia Siyu's effort just now, washed vegetables one by one, and

cooked dumplings, this New Year's Eve dinner is rich enough.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, the Spring Festival Gala also began.

Although this year, the Spring Festival Gala is not as good as one year, but

it is still good to open a background sound. But Xia Siyu hasn't done it yet,

she's not hungry right now, since she's all in the villa area, and the villa

area is in the suburbs, it is natural to play with fireworks!

Living in the Allure Apartment, there is no chance to play with fireworks,

after all, fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited in the city. But when it

comes to the outskirts, there is no such care. On the way back, Xia Siyu

actually bought a box of fireworks, both large and small. She doesn't even eat

food, she must go out to play fireworks.

Bo Yan also accompanied her, and the two of them went outside together.

Clusters of fireworks rushed into the night sky. He stood under the eaves,

watching Xia Siyu come and go happily in front of him, thinking that when he

was very young, his parents also took him to play with fireworks. I thought of

the Heidelberg fireworks when Xia Siyu hated him a few years ago.