Qiao Shiwan handed her a glass of iced juice and said, "Lunch will be fine in a while. Today, Aunt Wan gave all the servants a vacation and cooked in person. She would like to have a full meal later."

As she said, she reached out to sort out the broken hair on Qianmiao's temples, with a friendly pampering in her eyes.

Feng Teng said slowly in a gentle middle-aged voice: "Your Aunt Wan's skills are better than that of a chef. If you are used to eating her, you will look down on anything else. Today, my uncle has given you blessings to you, so that you can eat so many good things at once."

Feng Can, who was about to bite the apple, raised his hand silently: "I have objections. My dad is purely a bias with personal feelings. I think my brother's meal is the best, followed by the chef at home, and then my mom."

After saying that, he looked at Tang Qianmiao: "Is it?"

Qianmiao hugged Samoyed in his arms and replied to him: "Aunt Wan's is the most delicious."

Feng Can curled his lips: "It's time to check your taste."

Qianmiao ignored him, smiled and continued to fuck the dog.

I feel relaxed and very happy.

Suddenly, she saw Qiao Shiwan working alone in the kitchen. In order to find something to walk around, she immediately got up and walked over, washed her hands, and took the initiative to wash the vegetables.

Sudden--

Feng Teng, who came out of the bathroom, saw this scene and raised his eyebrows and said hurriedly: "Miaomiao, let go, let go, girls don't have to do these things. Let your brother Xian do it later. Be good, go sit down."

Qiao Shiwan turned around and hurriedly pushed her out, laughing and said, "Go and play games with Acan, just ask your brother Xian to come in and help me."

Qianmiao felt embarrassed and said, "It's okay, I just want to learn."

"Do you want to learn to cook?" Qiao Shiwan's eyes opened.

Qianmiao's eyes flashed for a second, and then nodded a little unsteadily.

In fact, she is not interested in cooking, but is more interested in eating.

But today, she really wants to learn.

One more skill is not a bad thing.

Just so happened that Feng Xian changed his clothes and walked in. Qiao Shiwan's eyes rolled, and a smile of joy was pursed at the corner of her mouth.

"Axian, come in quickly. You are showing off today. Mom hasn't eaten the food you cooked for a long time."

"Miaomiao wants to eat too, right?" Qiao Shiwan turned her head and said with a smile.

Qianmiao lowered her eyes and looked at the woman's friendly smile, and couldn't help but nod.

Feng Xian silently put on an apron and walked in.

The kitchen was very large, and Qiao Shiwan was cooking on the side. The two of them stood by her, one was washing vegetables and the other cut vegetables.

Qianmiao was going to cut vegetables, but he took a kitchen knife.

He handed her a potato and two colorful peppers.

"Wash slowly, don't worry."

Qianmiao raised her eyes and wanted to roll her eyes.

"It sounds like it's said to a child."

Feng Xian smiled: "Aren't you a child?"

"Do you admit that you are old?" Qian Miaoyu is not shocking and will never stop.

Feng Xian's smile calmed down.

Qianmiao curled his lips, took the washed potatoes in his hand, and walked to him: "Try it for me."

He just cut shredded ginger again, and his technique was very skillful and looked quite fun.

Feng Xian gave her the kitchen knife and moved it out of the empty space.

Qianmiao recalled his technique just now, pressing the potatoes in one hand and holding the kitchen knife in the other hand to start slices.

Cut it down and it seems OK, but in fact, each piece is uneven in thickness.

"I'll teach you?" Feng Xian asked.

"Okay." Qianmiao didn't hold on, it wouldn't be true.

Feng Xian stood behind her, covered her hand with her holding the hilt, and her other hand also wrapped around her, pressing the potato.

Qianmiao felt the cells in her body shrink and her breathing tightly.

She didn't expect that she was teaching her step by step.

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(Is this family happy? I'm so sad anyway~)
Chapter completed!