Chapter 382 Sister Doesn’t Play Anymore

Before going home, he received a call from Liu Guangming. He asked how Han Qian's injury was and how he was concerned. Han Qian told the truth. Liu Guangming smiled and said they had time to get together. Han Qian didn't refuse. Cheng Jin called when he just walked in. , asked Han Qian if he had time to come out and chat. Judging from the warm look on his face, he didn't want to move. Han Qian also declined Cheng Jin's invitation, but made an appointment for tomorrow.

As soon as Han Qian sat down, Nuan Nuan had already brought his pajamas over and spoke to Han Qian, who immediately replied.

"No kiss."

Nuan Nuan was furious,

"I want to change your clothes. Who wants to kiss you? Xiao Han Qian, do you think your sister is willing to kiss you?"

"oh."

Han Qian really couldn't take off his clothes by himself. It was okay to put on clothes. It was too difficult to take off clothes, and he was still in a suit. Han Qian stood in the living room like a piece of wood. Wen Nuan closed the curtains and helped Han Qian one by one. Qian took off his clothes and didn't stop until only his underwear was left.

I have long been accustomed to Han Qian's warm state.

After putting on pajamas, Nuan Nuan changed Han Qian's pajamas and found that his shoulder was bleeding again, and frowned.

"Cai Qinghu said he changed your medicine before noon, so why are you bleeding again? What did you do in the team in the afternoon?"

Han Qian glanced at the bandage on his shoulder and frowned.

"Didn't you do anything? I just played games all afternoon. Maybe I used this arm to move the mouse. Hey, hey? Why are you going?"

"Get the kitchen knife, you don't want this arm anyway."

When Nuan Nuan came back, he brought two bowls of instant noodles. Han Qian sat on the sofa and sighed helplessly.

"How long are we going to eat instant noodles for?"

Nuan Nuan sat next to Han Qian and sighed as well.

"When did your arm heal? Or when did the nursery rhyme have time to talk to me? We don't need to eat. Now you can't cook and you don't want to eat takeout... Han Qian, how about we go back to our hometown?"

Han Qian looked at the instant noodles in front of him. He really didn't want to eat it, but his stomach was still unsatisfactory. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"I can't go back for the time being. The matter in your hospital hasn't been resolved yet. Liu Guangming and Cheng Jin are still looking for me. Why does it take another month? Give me a taste of what you have. chant."

"We are both the same. Stop being curious. I don't have more guts than you. Brother Qian, I'm so annoyed~"

In fact, Wen Nuan didn't want to eat instant noodles anymore, but she really couldn't cook. Looking at the instant noodles and the pitiful Wen Nuan, Han Qian took a deep breath and made a bold and life-threatening decision.

"Let's go! I'll teach you how to fry instant noodles."

Within ten minutes, a voice full of powerlessness and helplessness came from the kitchen.

"Are you adding so much oil to fry instant noodles?"

"Put a little soy sauce, you are light soy sauce, wrong, this is dark soy sauce, ugh... just use it, put some oyster sauce... wrong, it's warm and you can't tell the difference between sugar and salt, just forget it. Can't you tell the difference between oyster sauce and vinegar? Then that hand is still, why are you keeping it?"

"I'll save it for slapping you in the mouth. Why are you so verbose? I've already finished it. It's fine as long as it's not poisonous. It's annoying, so why should I use it?"

"Put in some rapeseed, eh? This is baby cabbage, and the washed rapeseed over there is rapeseed."

“I won’t do it!!!”

Nuan Nuan rushed out of the kitchen angrily, took off his apron and threw it on the ground. He flopped down on the imperial concubine's couch and beat the pillow with his fists.

Han Qian, who had turned off the induction cooker, stood at the door of the kitchen and looked at Wen Wenwen who was venting his anger and said weakly.

"I used to think that you didn't like the smell of cooking fumes, but now I understand. There is no such thing as cooking in your life. What should I do now?"

Nuan Nuan lay on the sofa and said in a muffled voice.

"I should be able to lose weight if I'm hungry. I feel nervous when you stand next to me. It's annoying, annoying, annoying. Han Qian, you are the most annoying."

"Then let me teach you how to make dumplings. It's easy."

Han Qian retreated and took the next best step. Wen Nuan sat up and looked at Han Qian angrily and said angrily.

"You must have done it on purpose. Have you forgotten what dad said about me? Dad said that my hands are not as flexible as my feet. Wow...I am not alive anymore."

If Wen Nuan hadn't mentioned this, Han Qian would have forgotten about it. When his parents came over that time, they were still living in Wen Wen's mansion. Both parents and their two children had dinner together. Qian'er's mother came back first with Wen Wen. At home, Old Man Wen and Old Man changed places and continued drinking.

Wen Nuan was hungry in the middle of the night. He took her mother-in-law's hand and said coquettishly that she wanted to eat dumplings. There happened to be some meat at home. Han Qian got up in the middle of the night and minced meat and noodles. His mother made dumplings. Wen Wen saw that rolling out the dumpling wrappers was easy, so she just joined them. Come and help.

It happened that the old man came back from drinking at this moment, walked into the kitchen and watched Nuan Nuan holding a rolling pin in both hands, rolling out dumpling skins that were three round and four to five flat, and they were still stuck together. At that time, the old man said with a smile.

"Daughter, why are your hands dumber than your feet?"

Wen Wen was so embarrassed that he lowered his head and stepped on Han Qian's feet. The old man was punished by his mother and came over to roll out dumpling wrappers. When he saw the dumpling wrappers made by his drunken father-in-law, they were rounder than the drawings. Wen Wen Wen shut himself up and whispered to boil water. , and then she discovered that she couldn't even use a gas stove.

Recalling this, Han Qian couldn't help but laugh. He sat next to Wen Nuan and lightly slapped the girl's butt, smiling.

"Then why don't you study quickly and show your skills to the old man when you return to your hometown and let him look at you with admiration?"

Wen Nuan twisted his body irritably and said helplessly.

"What are you showing off? Dad still doesn't know how much I weigh? I've given up on treatment. You don't need to save me. Just let me live a carefree life like a waste and a rice insect."

"Why."

Han Qian patted Wen Nuan's waist again, stood up and walked into the kitchen. Wen Wen was lying on the sofa thinking about life. Then she realized that it wasn't that she didn't want to cook, but that the word "cooking" was really related to her. Disharmony, she is proficient in English and French, and can also have a simple conversation in Japanese, but she can't distinguish the tone of the male and female words.

She felt that such a difficult thing was so easy, but she felt dizzy when she saw this firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

While Nuan Nuan was studying whether to order takeout to alleviate his inner unhappiness, Han Qian's voice came into his ears.

"Don't be unhappy, come over and eat."

This voice was like the sound of nature. The most favorite thing Wenwen heard from Han Qian was to come and eat. He quickly stood up and sat at the dining table. After a while, Han Qian came out with a bowl of noodles.

Looking at the dinner in front of him, Warm's eyes lit up. A bowl of hot wide noodles. Han Qian likes to call this kind of noodles a piece of soup. There are two large shrimps on the noodles, half a boiled egg and chopped spicy cabbage. Two small cabbage leaves that were harmed by her.

Then Han Qian brought a plate of chopped sausages mixed with cucumbers, with spicy oil on top and vinegar on the bottom. It was sour and spicy and very appetizing.

Wen Nuan wanted to taste it, but she didn't move her chopsticks because Han Qian hadn't come over yet.

Before getting married, Wen Nuan didn't care about table manners. Everyone at home and outside her family pampered her. When Han Qian educated her, Wen Wen was still retorting that it was cute, until Han Qian said something.

"Don't use cuteness as a shield for ignorance. Your family won't be willing to talk about you, but outsiders will be happy to see you as a loser."

When Han Qian came out with dinner, his warm face stepped down and frowned.

"Can I eat what I make? How about I eat less and we both eat one bowl."

Han Qian smiled.

"I just adjusted it, and it's still okay to eat. Eat it quickly, your mouth will water out after a while. You and I will go to see Cheng Jin tomorrow, and by the way, we will implement the things in your hospital, so as to avoid long nights and dreams. "

Wen Nuan is not greedy, but he is very greedy for the food cooked by Han Qian. He ate the sour and spicy sausages and said vaguely.

"Can Yan Qingqing know how to cook?"

Han Qian tilted his head, thought for a moment, and replied softly.

"She said she would, but she hasn't eaten it."

"What about Cai Qinghu?"

"She... she lives alone, she should be able to."

"Poetry can't."

"I don't know this, but I know Ji Jing can make dumplings."

"Xiao Han Qian, did you do this on purpose?"

After the meal, Han Qian lay on the sofa and didn't want to move. He put a warm pillow on Han Qian's shoulder and whispered.

"Han Qian, let's change roles tonight? This will last until tomorrow night. I want to experience the feeling of scolding you."

Han Qian smiled, looked down at the warm and pretty face, and said with a bad smile.

"you sure?"

Nuan Nuan blinked, and then Han Qian shouted.

"Nuan Nuan, where are my socks? Nuan Nuan, where is my shower gel? Nuan Nuan, I want to eat popsicles. You can go downstairs and buy them for me."

After saying that, Nuan Nuan got up and left, heading straight to the second floor. Han Qian tilted his head and said in confusion.

"Hey? Why are you going?"

"I won't play anymore!"