Chapter 1863 Farewell to the Old Year (9)

After all these years of torture, Xia Siyu still can't cook.

However, in order to satisfy her sense of participation, Bo Yan still let her participate in the cooking. As everyone knows, as long as it is porcelain, it will not survive a day and a night in Xia Siyu's hands. Bo Yan didn't dare to let her wash the dishes or set the plates. He didn't dare to let her cut the vegetables. Xia Siyu took the kitchen knife, probably using it as a weapon. But he gave Xia Siyu a small basket and asked her to wash the vegetables. He also specifically told her to wash them cleanly, preferably one by one.

So Xia Siyu really cleaned them one by one carefully. Although her movements were so slow, she worked anyway. But she didn't want to work hard alone without communication, so Bo Yan had to take a basin and knead the dough, chop the stuffing, cut the vegetables and onions beside her.

Sure enough, Xia Siyu saw Bo Yan cutting vegetables, especially cutting them into neat pieces of the same size, and wanted to play with it too: "I want to, too. How do you learn this? Can you teach me?"

Bo Yan didn't want to pay attention at first, but after hearing the last sentence, he became more interested: "Do you want to learn?"

She didn't want to learn, she wanted to play, so Xia Siyu nodded quickly. Bo Yan was still a little hesitant: "Then you can't play with this thing randomly, what if you move it around and cut your hand."

Xia Siyu waved her hand: "I'm not a three-year-old child, I can still tell the difference between the important and the minor."

The more she said this, the more Bo Yan distrusted her. But when he met Xia Siyu's "threatening" eyes, he still waved his hand and asked her to come over. He stood behind her, close to her back, and put his hands around her waist. One hand supported her hand holding the knife, and the other helped her press the vegetables, cutting them one by one.

Xia Siyu turned back and asked him: "How did you practice this? Why do you cut them all the same?"

Bo Yan said: "Nothing to practice, just cut slowly at the beginning and try to cut them into the same size. You will be faster after you are familiar with it."

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

Bo Yan was a little silent. Cooking is still a talent. Xia Siyu has a lot of acting talent, but in this aspect, she has already performed beyond her level without coming to the kitchen to make trouble. Bo Yan didn't answer, but Xia Siyu suddenly said "ah". Bo Yan was startled and quickly put down the knife. He turned her around with a nervous face: "What's wrong? Cut your hand? Does it hurt?"

Especially because Xia Siyu's index finger on her right hand was still curled up, it was obvious that she was in pain. Bo Yan hurried over: "Let me see."

When the fingers were opened, there was no wound at all. Bo Yan was stunned for a moment, and then looked for other fingers: "Where is the injury?"

He held her hand and looked at it, but he couldn't see a one-centimeter wound. Bo Yan was a little strange. He looked up in confusion, and just bumped into Xia Siyu who laughed out loud.

Bo Yan understood immediately and shook off her claws: "You are not injured."

It was an affirmative sentence. This guy actually lied to him!

Xia Siyu's expression changed from joy to melancholy: "Who said I am not injured?"

Bo Yan was a little skeptical, and he looked at her with a doubtful expression: "Where are you injured?"

Xia Siyu fell on him, with a wronged and pitiful expression on her face: "My heart is hurt. I need your kiss and hug to get better."

This bastard, he turned the tables again. Bo Yan held her hand: "You are hurt, right?"

The next second, he really picked her up. Xia Siyu was actually lifted up by him. She was on top and was stunned for a moment. Bo Yan, who was below, smiled brightly: "You want a kiss and a hug, right?"

Then he really pulled her back. While lifting her up, he pulled her to his side. She was on top and he was on the bottom. He raised his head and kissed her lightly on the corner of her mouth.

It was really a kiss, a hug and a lift. Xia Siyu was stunned for a moment, and she didn't come back to her senses until she was put on the ground. Bo Yan smiled and asked her: "Where else does it hurt? Heart? Don't worry, your husband will help you rub it, I guarantee you will be rejuvenated immediately."

Xia Siyu quickly retreated: "No, no."

Bo Yan changed his offensive at this time: "Hey, you have heart pain, and this is also my irresponsibility as a husband. How could I not even know that my wife is not feeling well? It's okay, let me help you treat it."

Xia Siyu continued to retreat and threatened: "If you come over again, I will throw the basin at you."

It's okay to throw the basin, but the basin is on the chopping board, and there is a kitchen knife on the chopping board. If you really get hurt, it's not a joke. Bo Yan was originally joking with her, and he stopped at this time, and said harshly: "It's okay, wait until we turn off the lights at night, and then we will talk to you properly."

The ingredients were basically processed in a short time. Xia Siyu washed the vegetables and the noodles were fully awake. Bo Yan took it and rolled it into dumpling skins of similar size. Xia Siyu also wanted to play, anyway, there was no knife, so Bo Yan let her play and then prepared the filling.

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

Bo Yan was a little surprised: "Can you do it?"

She can't, but this guy is not stupid. When he went to the supermarket just now, he bought a dumpling-making tool. It's the kind of dumplings that foreigners make. Put the skin and stuffing in the middle and close it. It's a little ugly, but the taste is still the same.

Xia Siyu was having a lot of fun making dumplings here, and Bo Yan was making New Year's Eve dinner there. The soup was chicken soup, the young chicken was blanched, and the freshly washed and soaked matsutake was added, two dates were thrown in, and water was added to stew. The fish was steamed. The fish belly was already gutted and scaled in the supermarket. I went home to process it a little bit, removed the black film and fishy line, smeared cooking wine inside, stuffed with chopped onions, ginger, garlic, chili and other condiments, and used a few lemon slices left over from making a cocktail salted lemon seven for Xia Siyu just now, and put it in the steamer.

Adding the green vegetables that Xia Siyu had just washed and cooked, this New Year's Eve dinner was rich enough.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and the Spring Festival Gala started. Although the Spring Festival Gala is getting worse and worse, it's still good to play it as a background sound. But Xia Siyu didn't do it. She wasn't hungry at the moment. Since she had arrived at the villa area, which was in the suburbs, she naturally wanted to play with fireworks!

Living in Qingcheng Apartment, there was no chance to play with fireworks, after all, fireworks were prohibited in the urban area. But in the suburbs, there was no such thing. On the way back, Xia Siyu actually bought a box of fireworks, both big and small. She didn't even eat, and had to go out to play with fireworks.

Bo Yan also accompanied her, and the two of them went out together. Clusters of fireworks rushed into the night sky. He stood under the eaves, watching Xia Siyu happily coming and going in front of him, thinking of when he was very young, his parents also took him to play with fireworks. Thinking of the fireworks in Heidelberg when Xia Siyu still hated him a few years ago when they participated in a variety show together.