Chapter 130 Don’t Worry, Wait Until She Becomes Blind, Then She Will Know What It Feels Like to Be Blind.

Bai Mengchu never thought that Jiang Li, the blind man, would take this opportunity to ask Lu Yan for help.

The two of them were in the narrow kitchen, and they couldn't avoid touching each other. What a good opportunity to cultivate feelings.

"No! I'd better help my sister. It's a good opportunity to learn from my sister how to make wontons that grandma likes to eat."

But Bai Mengchu heard that grandma Lu's favorite wontons were Jiang Li's.

After she married Lu Yan, it would be impossible for Jiang Li to go back to the Lu family and meet Lu Yan from time to time under the pretext of grandma.

It happened that Bai Mengchu also stared at Jiang Li to prevent her from holding a grudge in her heart and adding something to the wontons she was about to eat.

"Miss Bai just finished such a big operation. It's not good to go into the kitchen and smell the smoke, right?"

"For Brother Yan and grandma, I am willing to work harder."

"Then come with us."

Jiang Li put his hand on Lu Yan's arm, like an old Buddha returning to the palace.

The three of them squeezed in the small kitchen, and Bai Mengchu was sitting in a wheelchair.

It can be said that it is quite crowded.

Jiang Li instructed Bai Mengchu to peel the onions, Lu Yan to chop the meat filling, and she kneaded the dough to make wonton skins.

"Which one is the onion?"

Bai Mengchu never touched water.

Looking at the onions, ginger, garlic and other vegetable ingredients placed in the kitchen refrigerator.

She couldn't tell them apart at all.

Jiang Li took the shallot and stuffed it into her hand, "Just peel off the outer skin, don't peel too much and waste it, and pinch off the roots."

Bai Mengchu faced a completely unfamiliar field, took a handful of shallots and fiddled with them for a long time, and finally peeled off an onion with difficulty. When it came to pinching the roots, she looked at her beautifully dyed nails and realized that using them on these trivial things was a waste.

But she wanted to see Jiang Li serve her with her own eyes, and she didn't want to give Jiang Li and Lu Yan a chance to be alone, so she could only stay here with her head held high.

Fortunately, peeling onions is not a difficult task.

The handful of shallots in her hand broke into pieces, and finally they were all peeled clean.

"Brother Yan, am I doing well?"

Bai Mengchu pointed at the chopped shallots, looking for praise.

Jiang Li could not see, but could feel that the shallots suffered a lot in Bai Mengchu's hands.

Lu Yan handed her the kitchen knife for chopping stuffing, "Talk less and do more."

She couldn't stop her mouth even when she was working, she was too noisy.

Bai Mengchu was so wronged that she was about to cry. She took the kitchen knife from Lu Yan, and her wrist felt heavy, and it fell to the ground, brushing against the edge of her thigh in the wheelchair.

"Woo woo, Brother Yan, this knife is too heavy. My hand just had surgery and I have no strength. My wrist hurts so much, please help me rub it."

Bai Mengchu said, and raised her delicate hand in front of Lu Yan.

Lu Yan picked up the kitchen knife on the ground, and stared at the hand in front of him with a pair of deep and cold eyes, as if he would move an inch forward and the knife in his hand would fall uncontrollably.

"Oh, it's okay, it doesn't hurt that much. Thank you, Brother Yan. You should chop the meat filling, and I'll help Sister Jiang make wonton skins."

Jiang Li couldn't see, and when she heard Bai Mengchu's words, she mistakenly thought that Lu Yan had rubbed Bai Mengchu's wrist.

She looked calm, but she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

It was one thing that she and Lu Yan wanted to divorce, but after all, they hadn't obtained the marriage certificate. Lu Yan rubbed another woman's wrist in front of her, which was a kind of care and care she had never enjoyed before.

Jiang Li wanted to use the knife to cut wonton skins to forcefully cut on the panel and the thin dough.

"Ah, sister, my finger!"

Bai Mengchu screamed and held her right hand.

Jiang Li felt that the blade touched something other than the dough, and heard Lu Yan's footsteps hurriedly approaching beside her.

"Are you okay?"

Lu Yan looked at Jiang Li, looked around her hand, and made sure that there was no injury. He was relieved and called the nurse outside the door to come in.

"Miss Bai's finger is injured. Take her to the nurse to bandage it."

"Yes, Miss Bai, don't worry. In the hospital, the last thing to fear is getting hurt."

Jiang Li laughed when she spoke.

Bai Mengchu deliberately scratched her hand on the blade in her hand. Everyone knew that she was blind, and it would only hurt Bai Mengchu, and it would not affect Jiang Li at all.

"Sister Jiang, I just want to help you. Why did you deliberately pull my hand and scratch my finger?"

"Miss Bai, please understand clearly that I am a blind person, and it is inevitable to accidentally hurt myself when working. You don't stay away, and you blame me for not seeing and not avoiding it?"

Jiang Li was not surprised by Bai Mengchu's words. She curled her lips coldly and mocked: "I don't blame Miss Bai anymore. When you can't see, you will naturally understand the pain of the blind."

Sooner or later, she will take her cornea from Bai Mengchu's eyes.

When the time comes, Bai Mengchu will naturally understand the difficulties of the blind.

With Lu Yan around, Bai Mengchu didn't worry that Jiang Li would add some inedible dirty things to the wontons to disgust her.

But she was unwilling to let the two of them develop feelings in there.

So she asked the nurse to call the nurse, and bandaged the wontons at the kitchen door, staring at Jiang Li and Lu Yan making wontons in there.

Jiang Li couldn't see, and Lu Yan didn't even look at Bai Mengchu. It was the first time for the two of them to cook together, but they cooperated so well that it seemed like they had worked together countless times in the past. Often, as soon as Jiang Li stretched out her hand, Lu Yan had already handed her the ingredients or tools she wanted before she asked for them.

Jiang Li was surprised at Lu Yan's perfect cooperation.

In the past year or so, the two of them had never had the experience of cooking together.

Now that I do it, I find that this feeling is actually quite good.

Unfortunately, it was when they signed the divorce agreement and were about to divorce...

The wontons were wrapped, Lu Yan boiled water, and Jiang Li made the soup base.

When taking the dried shrimps, Jiang Li's finger was pricked by the shrimp whiskers, and he accidentally let out a light cry.

He pinched the pricked index finger to wash off the residue on it, and then a big hand held his wrist, and then wrapped the index finger in warm softness and sucked gently.

An electric current rushed from his body to the coccyx, and jumped up to the top of his head along the spine.

Jiang Li was stunned on the spot and forgot to react.

"Is it better?"

Lu Yan took the little woman's pricked finger out of her mouth and rinsed it under the faucet.

Jiang Li came to his senses and put his hand back behind his back as if he had been electrocuted.

"Okay, okay."

What on earth is Lu Yan doing?

She just pricked her hand, but he put her finger in his mouth...

The electric current wrapped around her fingertips just now sizzled and burned her heart. Jiang Li's face turned red unnaturally, turned away, and took the spoon again to get the dried shrimps to make the sauce.

"Brother Yan, my finger hurts too."

Bai Mengchu looked at Lu Yan's different reactions to Jiang Li and himself with resentment, and his eyes were red with jealousy.

"If it hurts, let the doctor give you more anesthesia."

Lu Yan said mercilessly, took out the cooked wontons and put them in a large bowl with soup, carried it out of the kitchen, and placed it on the dining table outside.

"Eat more."

This way you can shut your mouth and talk less.