novelraw Chapter 82 Mrs. Qin, isn't your husband amazing?
Chapter 82 Mrs. Qin, isn't your husband amazing?
The stewed chicken wings with corn that had just been cooked in the pot hadn't been served yet. It should have smelled delicious and fragrant, and right now the kitchen was filled with a sweet aroma.
What shines isn't necessarily a star; it could also be a light bulb.
At this moment, Jiang Yaoxue felt that her and Qin Yuyan's heads were like two shining light bulbs.
She pulled Qin Yuyan's arm and led her out of the kitchen: "Yanyan, don't stand there, let's go to the living room."
Qin Yuyan: "No, I want to stay in the kitchen with my sister-in-law."
Qin Yuhe laughed: "I've never seen a sister-in-law so clingy to her sister-in-law."
What I hear most often is: the sister-in-law is clinging to the brother, and the sister-in-law is jealous.
Or: The older brother and sister-in-law have a good relationship, and the younger sister-in-law is jealous.
When it came to Qin Yuhe, his sister-in-law tried every means to steal his sister-in-law away from him!
Qin Yuhe was truly puzzled: "What can you do with your sister-in-law if you snatch her away?"
Qin Yuyan said, "I love her."
Qin Yuhe smiled slightly: "Every penny you spend now comes from me. What do you have to offer her in return for loving her? The money I give you?"
Qin Yuyan: "Can't I? I'll save money and eat whatever I can, drink the soup myself and let my sister-in-law eat the meat. That's how I show my love for her."
Qin Yuhe: "I can not only make sure your sister-in-law eats meat, but I can also make sure she eats seafood."
Qin Yuyan: "Me too."
Qin Yuhe: "As long as I stop giving you money, you can't do anything."
That little brat is useless at everything, but she's number one at spending money. I really don't know where she got the courage to steal his wife.
Qin Yuyan had also come to her senses and asked, "Brother, what can you do by monopolizing your sister-in-law?"
Qin Yuhe has many more things he can do.
These are not things you can talk to a child about.
Jiang Yaoxue tugged at Qin Yuyan's arm and persuaded her, "Yanyan, let's go to the living room to watch TV."
Qin Yuyan pouted: "What's so interesting about TV?"
Jiang Yaoxue: "At this time, the children's channel is broadcasting 'Milk Dragon vs. Tyrannosaurus Rex'."
Qin Yuyan grinned and said, "I want to see! I want to see!"
She darted out in the blink of an eye, turned on the TV, switched to the children's channel, and watched "Milk Dragon vs. Tyrannosaurus" with great interest.
Jiang Yaoxue sat on the sofa and watched with Qin Yuyan.
The kitchen became a private space for Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe.
Qin Yuhe took the spatula from Song Xinya's hand and used it to scoop out the corn stewed chicken wings from the pot.
Song Xinya had seen him write with a fountain pen before. His strong, slender fingers held the pen, the pen strokes were vigorous, the characters were firm, and the beginning and ending strokes were crisp and clean.
Now, as he holds the spatula, his beautiful hands seem to be bound with a stone, his movements appearing clumsy.
Song Xinya: "Has President Qin never cooked before?"
Qin Yuhe: "Yes."
Song Xinya: "Is this also the first time you've ever scooped food from the pot like this?"
Qin Yuhe: "Yes."
Song Xinya: "Do you know the difference between light soy sauce and dark soy sauce?"
Qin Yuhe: "I will eat."
Who doesn't eat light soy sauce and dark soy sauce?
Song Xinya smiled, thinking to herself, "Not only does she know how to eat, but she can also distinguish between light and dark soy sauce. Finally, she's beaten President Qin this time!"
Qin Yuhe turned his head to look at her: "Your husband can't cook, and he doesn't know the difference between light and dark soy sauce. Why are you laughing so happily?"
Song Xinya: "Although President Qin doesn't know these things, he can still make money."
You will make a lot of money.
Song Xinya: "I like rich men."
Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow: "You're quite frank."
Song Xinya: "A man who can earn a lot of money means that he has a smart brain, outstanding knowledge, superb strategy, decisive execution, strong stress resistance, and excellent resource integration ability. Such an excellent man is certainly worth liking."
Qin Yuhe: "You flattered me well. I'll consider giving you a promotion and a raise when you return to work."
Song Xinya: "Thank you, President Qin. Dinner will definitely be even more delicious tonight because of you. Woohoo, President Qin is so handsome."
Qin Yuhe uttered four words calmly: "Glib-tongued."
Song Xinya knew when to stop and ceased her teasing of President Qin.
Qin Yuhe scooped the corn and chicken wings out of the pot, and Song Xinya deftly put the pot into the sink.
Seeing this, the maid, who was standing guard in a corner of the living room, quickly ran into the kitchen and said, "Madam, I'll wash it."
The maid quickly washed the pot clean, placed it on the stove, and left the kitchen.
On the cutting board were the ingredients that Jiang Yaoxue had already prepared, including freshwater prawns with every vein removed.
The next dish to be made is: Typhoon Shelter Fried Shrimp.
Qin Yuhe was holding his phone, intently watching a video tutorial on how to make Typhoon Shelter-style stir-fried shrimp.
Step 1: Fry the prawns. The heat should not be too high or too low. Fry over medium heat until both sides are golden brown and crispy.
Step 2: Stir-fry the Typhoon Shelter sauce. Slowly stir-fry two-thirds of the minced garlic over low heat until it turns light golden, forming "Golden Garlic Crisps". Stir-fry the remaining one-third of the raw garlic with diced onions and red bell peppers. The aroma of the "Golden Garlic" and the spiciness of the "Raw Garlic" must be stir-fried to create a sense of layering.
Step 3: Mix and stir-fry.
Step 4: Remove from the pot.
Looking at Qin Yuhe's serious expression, Song Xinya asked, "President Qin, how are you feeling?"
Qin Yuhe: "It looks difficult, but it's actually not simple either."
A man who is usually decisive and ruthless in the business world, holding the power of life and death over countless people, and the powerful head of the Qin Group, is now stumped by cooking.
Song Xinya laughed three times with schadenfreude.
Qin Yuhe looked up at her.
Song Xinya covered her mouth to stop her mischievous smile.
Making a hearty dish like Typhoon Shelter Shrimp on my first cooking attempt is too much of a challenge for a kitchen novice.
Song Xinya suggested to Qin Yuhe: "President Qin, how about we make boiled shrimp? Just cook the shrimp and make a sauce."
"It does sound rather simple," Qin Yuhe said, "but I still want to make Typhoon Shelter Style Fried Shrimp."
President Qin's competitive spirit has kicked in.
Men, ah, they just love to compete.
Moreover, Mr. Qin is a man who has never lost.
Since he was willing to learn, Song Xinya was also willing to teach him.
She looked at his spotless white shirt, then turned and grabbed an apron: "Put this on, so you don't get your clothes dirty."
She draped the apron around his neck, and Qin Yuhe flinched back, his neck arching back with clean, smooth lines, the stiff fabric brushing against his Adam's apple.
His thin, red lips said, "I won't wear it."
Song Xinya asked, "Why?"
Qin Yuhe looked at the apron in her hand: "It's pink, Mom."
Ah, so it's because of the color.
Song Xinya: "Yes, yes, pink doesn't match President Qin's arrogant, cool, and awesome temperament."
Qin Yuhe: "What does 'awesome' mean?"
Song Xinya turned to grab an apron of another color and blurted out, "It means it's really powerful."
Qin Yuhe asked, "What do you think of me?"
Song Xinya's hand holding the apron trembled violently, and she almost dropped it.
I was cooking when the scene suddenly took a turn for the worse.
Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, feigning deafness is the best.
Song Xinya seemed not to hear, and hung the pink apron on the clothes rack.
She stood on tiptoe, her arms outstretched, her shoulders and back slender and straight, her back and waist forming an undulating arc, her waist and hips creating a graceful undulation, and her legs beneath her skirt were thin and straight.
The man's body pressed down on her from behind, pressing tightly against her plump, round buttocks.
He lowered his head to inhale her sweet fragrance, his warm lips landing on her fair neck, his breath growing heavier: "Mrs. Qin, isn't your husband amazing?"