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Chapter 1863 Saying goodbye (9)

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    After all these years of torture, Xia Siyu still can¡¯t cook.

    But she didn¡¯t know how to cook, so in order to satisfy her sense of participation, Bo Yan still let her participate.  As we all know, as long as it is porcelain, it will not survive a day or night in Xia Siyu's hands.  Bo Yan didn't dare to let her wash the dishes and put the dishes.  Not daring to let her cut vegetables, Xia Siyu took the kitchen knife, probably using it as a murder weapon.  But he brought a small basket for Xia Siyu and asked her to wash the vegetables. He also specifically told her to wash them thoroughly, preferably one by one.

    So Xia Siyu really cleaned them carefully one by one.  Although the movements were extremely slow, at least he got the job done.  But she didn't want to work hard alone without communication, so Bo Yan had no choice but to take a basin and knead the noodles, chop stuffing, chop vegetables and onions next to her.

    Sure enough, Xia Siyu saw Boyan chopping vegetables, especially the ones she cut into neatly-sized pieces, and wanted to play with it herself: "I want it too. How did you learn this? Can you teach me?"

    Bo Yan didn¡¯t want to pay attention to it at first, but when he heard the next sentence, his mind became more active: ¡°You want to learn?¡±

    She didn¡¯t want to learn, she just wanted to play. Xia Siyu nodded quickly.  Bo Yan was still a little hesitant: "Then you can't play around with this thing. What if you get it cut by moving around?"

    Xia Siyu waved her hand: "I'm not a three-year-old child, I can still distinguish the serious from the serious."

    The more she said this, the more Bo Yan distrusted her.  But when he met Xia Siyu's "threatening" gaze, he still waved her over.  Standing behind her, leaning against her back, his hands wrapped around her waist.  One hand supported her hand holding the knife, and the other helped her hold the vegetables and cut them one by one.

    Xia Siyu turned around and asked him: "How did you practice this? Why are they all cut exactly the same?"

    Bo Yan said: "There's nothing to practice. Just cut it slowly at first and try to cut it into the same size. Once you get familiar with it, it will become faster."

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

    Bo Yan is a bit silent. Cooking requires a little bit of talent.  Xia Siyu is quite talented in acting, but in this aspect, she is already overachieving if she doesn't fry the kitchen.  Bo Yan didn't answer, but Xia Siyu suddenly said "Ah". Bo Yan was startled, quickly put down the knife, and turned her around nervously: "What's wrong? It's in my hand? Does it hurt?"

    Especially the index finger of Xia Siyu's right hand was still curled up, and it looked like it was in pain.  Bo Yan came up quickly: "Let me see."

    When I opened it with my fingers, there were no wounds at all.  Boyan was stunned for a moment, then looked for other fingers: "Where is the injury?"

    He held her hand and looked around, but he couldn't see a wound of one centimeter. Bo Yan was a little surprised. He looked up in confusion when he heard Xia Siyu burst into laughter.

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

    is an affirmative sentence.  This guy actually lied to him!

    The expression on Xia Siyu's face changed from joy to melancholy: "Who said I wasn't injured?"

    Bo Yan was a little suspicious. He looked at her with a doubtful expression: "Where are you injured?"

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

    This bastard is back again.  Bo Yan took her hand: "You are hurt, right?"

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

    Then he really pulled her back, and while lifting her up, he pulled her to his side, with her on top and him on the bottom. He raised his head and kissed her gently on the corner of her mouth.

    It¡¯s 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 also asked her with a smile: "Where else does it hurt? Does your heart hurt? It doesn't matter, I will rub it for you to ensure that you will be rejuvenated immediately."

    Xia Siyu quickly backed away: "No, no, no."

    At this time, Boyan turned to the offensive: "Hey, you are already hurting. Speaking of which, this is also irresponsible as a husband. How come I don't 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 here again, I will raise the basin for you."

    It¡¯s okay if the pot rises, but the pot is next to the chopping board, and there is a kitchen knife on the chopping board.  It's not a joke if it's really hurt.  Bo Yan was originally joking with her, but now he gave it up and said harshly: "It's okay, we'll talk to you properly after we turn off the lights at night."

    In a short time, the ingredients were basically processed, Xia Siyu washed the vegetables, and the noodles were fully awake.  Bo Yan took it and rolled it into dumpling wrappers of about the same size.  summerSiyu wants to play too, but she doesn't have a knife anyway, so Bo Yan can let her make trouble while he mixes the stuffing.

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

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

    She doesn¡¯t know how, but this guy is not stupid either. When he went to the supermarket just now, he bought a dumpling-making tool.  It's the way foreigners make dumplings. Put the skin and stuffing in the middle and close them. It's a bit ugly, but the taste is still the same.

    Xia Siyu is enjoying herself here, and Bo Yan is cooking New Year's Eve dinner over there.  The soup is chicken soup. Blanch the chicken, add freshly washed and soaked matsutake mushrooms, throw in two dates, and add water to stew.  The fish is steamed, and the fish scales have been cut open in the supermarket. I process it a little when I get home, remove the black film and fishy lines, smear cooking wine on the inside, stuff it with chopped onions, ginger, garlic, pepper and other condiments, and use the ingredients I just used.  Make Xia Siyu the remaining lemon slices from Salted Lemon Seven Cocktail and put them into the steamer.

    ¡°Coupled with the vegetables that Xia Siyu had just washed one by one and the cooked dumplings, this New Year¡¯s Eve dinner was sumptuous enough.

    It was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and the Spring Festival Gala also started.  Although the Spring Festival Gala is not as good as every year these days, it is still good to have it on as background music.  But Xia Siyu still refuses to do it. She is not hungry yet. Since they have arrived at the villa area and the villa area is in the suburbs, they naturally want to play with fireworks!

    Living in Qingcheng Apartment, there is no chance to play with fireworks. After all, fireworks are prohibited in the city.  But when you get to the suburbs, you don't have to be so particular. On the way back just now, Xia Siyu actually bought a box of fireworks, both big and small.  She doesn't even eat, and must go out to play with fireworks.

    Bo Yan also accompanied her, and the two of them arrived outside the door together.  Clusters of fireworks shot up into the night sky. He stood under the eaves and watched Xia Siyu coming and going happily in front of him. He thought of his parents taking him to play with fireworks when he was very young.  I think of the fireworks in Heidelberg when we participated in a variety show together a few years ago when Xia Siyu still hated him.

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