Divorce is so Difficult (Chinese Bl MTL Novel)

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

　　Shao Qin won. Feng Jingyi had nothing to say, put down the minced meat in his hand, and asked Shao Qin to wash his hands.

　　Shao Qin washed his hands repeatedly three times, rubbed all five slender and fair fingers, and showed them to Feng Jingyi excitedly, "I'm done."

　　Feng Jingyi took out the sesame oil, motioned Shao Qin to spread his hand, and dripped two drops on Shao Qin's hand.

　　Shao Qin carefully spread the sesame oil evenly, smelled it, and asked Feng Jingyi, "Is this your kitchen fashion?"

　　"It's easier to pinch this way, and the meat won't get on your hands." Feng Jingyi explained blankly, and then motioned Shao Qin to grab the meat, "Don't have too much, and don't have too little."

　　According to Feng Jingyi's request, Shao Qin grabbed an appropriate amount of meat and tried to squeeze a meatball out of the tiger's mouth.

　　"What is that lump?" Feng Jingyi asked with a troubled face.

　　"You use lumps, what else can it be." Shao Qin stuffed the meatballs back into the meat stuffing, squeezed them, and planned to do it all over again.

　　Shao Qin squeezed twice again, not knowing why. What Feng Jingyi squeezed out were round meatballs, and what he squeezed out was a lump of strangely shaped meat stuffing.

　　Feng Jingyi really couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he stretched out his hand, took Shao Qin's hand holding the minced meat, and said in a low voice, "Follow my hand and don't pinch it randomly."

　　If this was normal, this hand-holding movement would definitely make Shao Qin blush, but at this moment Shao Qin was so focused on making cute meatballs that he didn't notice the ambiguous posture of the two of them at all.

　　Shao Qin's hand followed Feng Jingyi's and squeezed out a cylinder, which was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with a strange shape.

　　"Does your hand not listen to the brain's command?" Feng Jingyifang mocked.

　　"My hands follow the instructions of my brain, but not your brain." Shao Qin opened the shield.

　　"Arrogance, right?" Feng Jingyi looked at Shao Qin.

　　"I'm fierce." Shao Qin turned his head and faced Feng Jingyi face to face.

　　The distance between the two was less than a punch away. At this time, their eyes met, and the ambiguous atmosphere spread unconsciously.

　　Feng Jingyi immediately let go of Shao Qin's hand, took half a step back, and said with a stern face, "You are not allowed to play, you can make whatever shape you make, anyway, you eat."

　　Shao Qin pursed his lips, cut off the strip of meat in his hand, threw it into the pot, and muttered, "It's as if you don't want to eat it."

　　"I eat what I pinch, and you eat what you pinch..." Saying that, Feng Jingyi also grabbed a handful of minced meat, and began to knead meatballs skillfully.

　　Shao Qin could no longer catch up in quality, so he could only find a way to win in quantity, and immediately started pinching randomly regardless of shape.

         After putting all the minced meat into the pot, Shao Qin took out a small spoon and counted the balls one by one.

　　There are 20 round and lovely meatballs and 23 strange-shaped unknown objects.

　　Shao Qin was immediately satisfied, and raised his eyebrows provocatively at Feng Jingyi.

　　Feng Jingyi didn't have time to pay attention to him at all, he was cutting and processing pumpkins. His knife skills are excellent, he cut the pumpkin into pieces, scraped it a few times, and a small pumpkin came out.