Shen Mang took a tissue for him, "I'm sweating on my face, is it hot?"

Seeing that the young man was about to stretch out his hand to wipe his sweat, Cosine quickly grabbed the tissue in his hand and laughed twice.

"It's quite hot. I'll go wash my face. Please help me cut the remaining potatoes."

What does the protagonist mean?

Can you stay so close to him without moving? His fragile heart really can't take it.

Cosine had a bitter face, and just as he was about to enter the bathroom, he met Qin Yu who came out of it.

Qin Yu stared at him with sharp and dark eyes, there was no third person present, and there was no camera near the bathroom, the contempt and ridicule on his face were undisguised.

He took a step closer, with a hint of threat in his deep voice, "I don't know what means you used to get on this variety show, but you'd better remember it to me, Shen Mang, it's not what you can think of, understand? ?"

I still use you to teach this principle?

Cosine complained silently in his heart, but his expression did not change.

"Of course I understand, but President Qin, you seem to have one on your sleeve..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Yu's face changed greatly, and he rushed into the bathroom again with a gloomy face.

It seems that it is quite easy to deal with a tyrant who has a habit of cleanliness.

There was a smile on the corner of Cosine's mouth, and he turned around slowly and went back to the kitchen.

With the cooperation of the three people, a decent dinner was made. Four dishes and one soup were placed on the table.

"Mr. Yu, I really can't see that you are so good at cooking." Lan Qi impatiently picked up his chopsticks and tasted the hot and sour beef.

"Learn from the recipes on the Internet, it may taste average, you will eat it."

After his father passed away, he wanted to help his mother share some housework, but Ms. Pei was afraid of delaying her study, but she refused to let him do any work. Later, when he went abroad and worked while studying, he really learned to be self-reliant.

I also learned how to cook at that time.

"How are your hands?"

A pleasant male voice suddenly sounded. Cosine pulled away from his memory, only to find that Shen Mang was standing in front of him, with a hint of concern in his tone.

When did he notice that his hands were hurt by the oil bubbles in the pan?

Cosine's eyes dodged, and he subconsciously hid his hand back.

"It's nothing, it's just a small blister. Hurry up and sit down and eat."

The young man stared at him for a few seconds, did not ask any more, but sat down beside him.

Qin Yu changed into a three-piece suit and vest, and came out of the bedroom full of energy. As soon as he walked to the restaurant, he saw Shen Mang and Cosine sitting side by side, and his face was not very good.

But Lan Qi, who was opposite, saw him coming out, and teased strangely, "Mr. Qin, are you participating in a fashion show? Why don't I find a cameraman to take two pictures for you?"

This guy, because he has a habit of cleanliness and is the heir of the consortium, justifiably doesn't do any work, and now he is sitting back and enjoying the success, he is not happy when he sees it.

"You have tossed for more than an hour to come up with these dishes?"

Qin Yu glanced critically at several home-cooked dishes on the table, and when he saw the seaweed egg drop soup in the middle, his tone was even more bitter.

"My servants don't drink this kind of nutritious soup."

Cosine's hand under the tablecloth clenched slightly, he opened his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, the young man beside him said coldly, "Qin Yu, I made the seaweed egg drop soup, if it can't get into your eyes, you You can skip it."

Almost instantly, Cosine saw the lively face-changing of Sichuan Opera.

The expression on Qin Yu's face changed from being critical to admiring within a second, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly, "It turned out to be made by Xiaomang, so I must try it. This soup makes people's index fingers look at it. Move."

Lan Qi sat down with a bowl of rice, and snorted coldly, "Who is it? It's like turning a book."

He rolled his eyes and handed the young man the rice in his hand with a smile.

"Male God, I also served a bowl of rice for you, can you see enough?"

Cosine took a mouthful of white rice and looked at the jealous Shura field in front of him. He couldn't help but worry for the protagonist.

There are still two guests who haven't come here. If all the six guests are gathered together, it will be a giant Asura field with five attacks and one suffering. That scene...it's exciting to think about! It's much more exciting than the eight o'clock dog blood drama!

The first dinner was full of gunpowder. Lan Qi and Qin Yu would quarrel from time to time. The latter is because of the face and the image of the boss, except for the seaweed egg drop soup, other dishes are hardly eaten.

But Lan Qi was different. He cooked three bowls of rice by himself, and half of the dishes on the table went into his stomach.

"Mr. Yu, don't worry about it, I'll do the dishes." After eating, seeing Cosine getting up to clean up, Lan Qi hurriedly stopped him.

Qin Yu glanced at Shen Mang, who was expressionless, and stood up, "How about I wash it?"

"Okay, then Mr. Qin will wash by himself," Lan Qi hurriedly pushed all the work to him.

Cosine watched Qin Yu reluctantly start to clean up the tableware and chopsticks on the table, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but tick.

He was quite happy to see Qin Yu eat Bian.

After dinner, Lan Qi took his guitar down and chatted with Shen Mang about music.

Cosine couldn't get in, so he went for a walk in the yard and went back to his room on the second floor.

As soon as he walked into the room, he saw an extra tube of white ointment on his desk. He picked it up and looked at it. It was specially used to treat burns.

Thinking of Shen Mang's concerned expression when he asked him how his hands were, Cosine moved in his heart.

The protagonist Shou is really beautiful and kind, no wonder he is liked by so many people.

After wiping off the small blisters on his hands, Cosine took a mystery novel from the bookshelf and sat in the wicker chair on the balcony to read the book.

After a while, there were footsteps on the opposite side and the sound of the door switch. It was estimated that Shen Mang had returned.