After getting married, my husband became my instructor

Chapter 19 Cooking

Today is the assessment time for the second group. After lunch, Han Qian packed up his clothes and went out. Mrs. Han also invited someone to go to the beauty spa. Lin Muchuan was the only one left in the whole family.

He sat on the sofa holding the newly bought communication watch for in-depth research, and thoroughly explored the function settings in it. The amount of information was too large, and he hadn't absorbed it for a while.

It's only past three o'clock, Lin Muchuan finished the communication form, turned on the TV and watched for a while, passing by a food show, where the host was introducing the names of the dishes.

Black-bone Chicken Soup with Red Dates and Goji Berry. Bright goji berries are dotted on the boiled black-bone chicken. There is a layer of light oil floating on the surface of the thick soup underneath, and the aroma can be smelled across the screen.

Lin Muchuan looked at it, and a thought flashed through his mind.

He has been in Han's house for so long, and it seems that he has not done anything for them, especially Han Qian, who has received a lot of help from him, but has not given him anything.

Although there are servants to do all the big and small matters in the family, Lin Muchuan feels that his cooking skills are not bad, maybe he can prepare a rich dinner for them?

Besides, it was still early, so he had plenty of time to prepare.

Thinking about it this way, Lin Muchuan couldn't sit still, and walked to the kitchen as soon as he said it.

First of all, he had to prepare the dishes. He first checked to see if there was any food in the kitchen, and if not, he would go out and buy it.

Fortunately, there are still a lot of dishes in the refrigerator, and they are all fresh, both meat and vegetarian, and other side dishes are also complete.

That would be great!

Lin Muchuan couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, he took off the cutting board as soon as he said it, and turned on the faucet to rinse it. The sound of flushing water immediately attracted the attention of the servants outside.

"Madam, you don't need to do these things, just tell us if you need anything."

Two maids came in and stood there hastily, staring at Lin Muchuan with a look of bewilderment.

Lin Muchuan felt that he needed someone to help him, otherwise he would easily forget things when he was busy.

He looked at the maid who delivered the registration form for him last time: "Can you stay and help me wash the vegetables?"

"Of course, please tell me." The maid lowered her head in fear, Lin Muchuan's information had been input into their minds, and they couldn't adapt to being asked so politely by the master at this moment.

Lin Muchuan asked another person to go out, and then told her: "You just need to help me wash and chop vegetables, is that okay?"

The maid nodded repeatedly, ran over to grab the cutting board and rinsed it without saying a word.

Lin Muchuan decided to make a pot of soup first. He searched for the existing ingredients, and happened to have a plucked and washed frozen chicken, which could be used to make chicken soup with red dates and wolfberries.

First take a whole chicken out of the refrigerator to thaw, then prepare red dates, goji berries, and ginger, wash them one by one, and pour the ginger into the pot after slicing.

After adjusting the seasoning, the water was boiled first, and the chicken over there was almost defrosted. The maid helped him cut it into pieces and put them in a bowl, and washed them carefully again.

Fortunately, the internal organs of this chicken have been processed, so there is no need to dig out temporarily.

The water in the casserole was boiled, and the red dates and goji berries were floating on the water and rolled over. Lin Muchuan picked up the bowl and slowly poured the chicken into it, stirred it with chopsticks, then covered it, and turned it to a low heat to simmer slowly.

The soup can be left alone, and the stir-fried vegetables can also be set aside. If it is cooked in advance, it will be cold and lose its flavor and texture. He made two cold dishes with some vegetarian dishes, and then slowly prepared other dishes with the maid.

Chef Lin was so engrossed in cooking that he didn't notice the voice of the maid outside calling Second Young Master.

Until a voice came from outside the door: "What smells so delicious...is it chicken? Our family hasn't made such delicious chicken soup for a long time..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and he stepped into the kitchen with cold anger, and saw Lin Muchuan standing inside, he was taken aback suddenly: "It's you...what are you doing?"

Lin Muchuan was taken aback when he saw him, and after thinking about it, it's Friday, and it's really time to go home on the weekend.

The maid nodded to him, and quickly backed out. After all the vegetables were cut and placed in bowls, Lin Muchuan took the chopping board to rinse under the faucet, and replied, "I'll make dinner today."

Han Fu frowned, leaned his tall body to the side, leaned against the door with his arms folded and looked at him, and said lazily and arrogantly: "Didn't you see that there is a servant at home? Or is it that you are used to staying in Area C and you have to do it yourself?" Is it comfortable to do it yourself?"

Lin Muchuan leaned over to clean the cutting board by himself, and was not annoyed when he heard the sarcasm in his words, and said unhurriedly: "Even if there are servants, it doesn't mean that I can't do these things myself."

Coldly snorted coldly, curled his lips and said in disdain: "There are many things, I think you are too idle."

After turning off the faucet, Lin Muchuan turned his head to look at him and ignored him. He hung up the cutting board and went to wash the kitchen knives.

"..."

Seeing him ignoring him, a look of impatience appeared on his cold and handsome face, and he leaned there and stared at him sullenly: "Where are my brother and my mother?"

"Everyone has something to do."

Seeing him calmly replying to himself, he felt uncomfortable for some reason, he pursed his lips and looked displeased, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up and he said with great interest.

"Aren't you training at the base? Why don't you come and fight with me and let me see what level you are and how effective the training at the base is."

Lin Muchuan turned off the faucet, grabbed the kitchen knife and looked back at him: "How old are you, Young Master Han?"

Annoyed by his helpless tone with a little sigh, he frowned and stood up straight to stare at him: "Hey!"

Just as Lin Muchuan was about to put the kitchen knife back, his hands shook when he roared, and the kitchen knife fell to the kitchen cabinet with a clang. He jumped forward and his knee hit the marble board of the kitchen cabinet.

With a soft snort, he bent down, frowned in pain while propping up the kitchen cabinet with his hands, bent his knees and couldn't stand up for a long time.

He gave him a cold and angry look: "It's just a knock, what about you?"

He felt that this person was just pretending to be weak to arouse sympathy, and he could knock ten times on this kind of marble slab.

Lin Muchuan ignored his cynicism, and after the initial pain eased, he limped over to the kitchen cabinet, opened the lid of the casserole and smelled the fragrance, and poked the meat inside with his chopsticks. chicken.

If he didn't reply, he would be bored with cold anger. He moved his nostrils and smelled the strong aroma of chicken soup in the air. His throat couldn't help rolling, and then he walked out of the kitchen feeling ashamed.

Lin Muchuan looked at the time, it was almost five o'clock.

He turned on the smoking machine, limped on his sore leg and started cooking.

Until 05:30, Mrs. Han came back from the house, and Han Qian followed her back home. It happened that Lin Muchuan had finished the last dish and asked the servant to bring it to the table, scaring the whole family on the spot.

Mrs. Han sat on her seat, silently looking at the table full of hot dishes, while she was whistling with anger beside her.

"I'll take a sip... Oh! It's delicious! It's much more delicious than those made by the servants!"

Lin Muchuan was sitting next to Han Qian, watching him turn his head and raise his eyebrows at himself: "You did it?"

He nodded: "Have you tried it?"

Han Qian grabbed the chopsticks and looked at him: "Give it to me."

Lin Muchuan glanced at the two people opposite, and said a little embarrassedly: "I don't know what you want to eat..."

"Eat whatever you put in."

The other party's words left him no way out, Lin Muchuan picked up his bowl, stood up and served a bowl of chicken soup for him: "Let's have a bowl of soup first."

Han Qian took it from his hand, and keenly noticed that his legs were shaking when he sat down, so he narrowed his eyes and looked down: "What's wrong with your legs?"

Lin Muchuan shook his head: "It's okay, just knocked."

Sitting opposite Han Angrily gnawed on the chicken leg and looked at him: "I just knocked my knee on the kitchen cabinet, and it hurts like this...but your cooking is really good."

Han Qian looked at him coldly: "After dinner, you wash the dishes."

A piece of chicken bone stuck in his throat and almost suffocated: "Brother, there is a servant at home, why are you..."

Han Qian stirred the chicken soup and meat in the bowl with a spoon: "From now on, once your sister-in-law cooks, you will wash the bowl once."

Staring in disbelief, Han Angrily said, "I..."

Your wife cooks by herself, why should I wash the dishes?

Han Qian just wanted to check the place where he was injured, but realized that his mother and younger brother were still there, so he could only hold his breath and go back to eat, and wait until he returned to the bedroom at night to clean him up.

The rest of the meal was quiet, and at the end of the meal, Mrs. Han seldom boasted: "It tastes good."

Lin Muchuan was flattered for a moment, but he didn't have time to surprise him, so Han Qian dragged him upstairs.

Back in the room, he was pushed to sit on the bed, watched Han Qian turn around and enter the bathroom, there was the sound of water, and after a while he came out with a towel in his hand.

"Take off your pants."

Lin Muchuan raised his head and looked at him in confusion.

Han Qian shook the towel in his hand: "Should I take it off?"

Only then did Lin Muchuan realize what he meant, and reached out to grab the towel in his hand: "I'll do it myself."

Han Qian hid his hands aside, and looked at him calmly with raised eyebrows.

Lin Muchuan had always been unable to resist him, so he obediently took off his pants, sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, and quickly pulled the quilt over his waist and thighs.

Han Qian squatted down and checked his wound first.

Lin Muchuan's skin is thin, and it is easy to get hurt if bumped, not to mention the hard marble slab of the kitchen cabinet. At this moment, there is a bruise on his knee. Fortunately, the skin is not broken or bleeding, and it is relatively easy to deal with.

He applied the hot towel in his hand, and Lin Muchuan immediately shrank his painful shoulders and gasped.

Han Qian raised his eyes to look at him, and relaxed his movements a little, trying to make himself ignore those two snow-white and slender legs.

While giving hot compresses to remove blood stasis, he asked casually, "Why do you suddenly think of cooking by yourself?"

Lin Muchuan grabbed the quilt with both hands, stared down at his hand holding the towel, and whispered, "I haven't done anything for you since I got here. I feel like a rice bug, so I think..."

Hearing what he said, Han Qian let out a low laugh for some reason.He was still wearing a neat formal suit, and two buttons on the collar of his shirt were unbuttoned while eating, revealing the honey-colored skin inside.

Han Qian intentionally misinterpreted his meaning: "Then do you want to please me, or our mother?"

Lin Muchuan pursed his lips and corrected him: "It's to repay you."

Han Qian was noncommittal, the heat of the towel in his hand dissipated, he got up and soaked it in hot water again, and then came back to cover the bruise on his knee again.

"You don't need to do this in the future, the servants will do the housework."

Hearing his words, Lin Muchuan panicked immediately: "Did I do something wrong? I..."

Holding the towel in one hand, Han Qian looked up at him and said seriously, "The food you cook is delicious, but I don't want you to work hard. If you want to repay me, there are other ways..."

He said, looking at him meaningfully.

Lin Muchuan looked at him in confusion: "What method?"

Han Qian put down the towel in his hand and stood up, bent over and whispered in his ear: "Repay me with yourself...."

This sentence was very euphemistic, Lin Muchuan was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly realized that he tightened his hand holding the quilt tightly.

This man...is getting serious again.