"I really don't need to teach you?"

"No, just go outside and wait for food, don't underestimate me!"

"Just put a spoonful of salt is enough, don't put too much."

"I know, go out, I'll greed for you later if I smell the fragrance."

Yun Shuqian wanted to see how he cooked, but Song Jiamu didn't let her see, otherwise she would have to say a few words. He wanted to make a meal that he had spooned himself for her to eat.

Pressing the girl's slender shoulders with both hands, Song Jiamu pushed her out of the kitchen door.

Yun Shuqian turned around three times in one step, looking disbelieving at him.

She didn't walk far away, and Song Jiamu didn't let her enter the kitchen, so she had to stand at the kitchen door, wanting to see how he cooked.

Song Jiamu put the chopped onions and meat on a plate, and found the seasonings to be used later. He thought about Yun Shuqian's usual cooking steps, and his serious look was quite rare.

Start firing first.

Yun Shuqian wanted to speak but stopped, but she kept silent.

After the pot was boiled for a few seconds, Song Jiamu seemed to have reacted, turned off the fire, picked up the pot and washed it first, draining the moisture inside.

Restart.

Song Jiamu clumsyly adjusted the amount of the firepower and was usually busy cooking, but he didn't pay attention to how big the fire she used.

I followed her like she was, putting my hand above the pot to feel the heat of the air - obviously, this action was a bit unnecessary for him, because even if he felt it was hot, he didn't know if it was at the right temperature.

It felt like it was almost done, so he started pouring oil and pouring a little bit, feeling it wasn't enough, and then adding a little more and a little more.

Looking at his clumsy but serious appearance, Yun Shuqian felt that he was so cute too. She leaned against the door gently, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled a faint curve.

Song Jiamu started to fry the meat, carefully pouring the meat into the pot, and a squirting sound came from the pot. He took the spatula and flipped around the pot, and always felt that the spatula was very obedient in her hands, but when he was disobedient.

But at first glance, it still looks like a chef. After all, there are bonuses of aprons and appearance. I won’t talk about how the fried dishes are, at least they are pleasing to the eye.

Song Jiamu remembered the live broadcasts I often saw when watching videos. The female anchor was cooking, wearing a pure and lustful suspender skirt, revealing her two big white legs, and a large piece of white skin on her chest. I don’t know how the dishes are like, but it doesn’t prevent many people from coming to "learn to cook"

Gradually, he smelled the aroma of meat and the fat in the pork belly was stir-fried out a lot, so he hurriedly poured the onions on the plate and continued to stir-fry.

It’s so strange, why is he so smoking when cooking?

Just as he was thinking, the pretty figure at the door walked into the kitchen. Behind him, a white and tender arm stretched over and started the range hood above the wok. The large amount of fireworks was then taken away by the range hood.

"...I'm a little nervous, I accidentally forgot."

"pig."

Song Jiamu concentrates on cooking, and the girl does not go out after entering the kitchen.

She stood behind him.

Song Jiamu's abdominal muscles tightened slightly, and a pair of soft hands gently placed on his waist from behind.

First, his index finger and thumb gently pinched the itchy flesh on his waist, and then the other fingers slowly fell down, moved his arms forward, closed his palms forward, and penetrated into the gap in the apron. The girl wrapped her slender and symmetrical hands around his waist, and ten tender fingers tightly clasped and pressed against his strong abdomen.

A low, long, comfortable breathing sound came from behind him. The sound came from the girl's tender throat, and it sounded like there were feathers twitching in his ears.

She said "um" with satisfaction, and then Song Jiamu felt a warm and soft body, pressing against his back.

It was pressed tightly, as if it would never be separated again. She closed her eyes, with a moving smile on the corner of her mouth, and rubbed her face against his back like a cat.

The girl's body fragrance spread out little by little, and surrounded him with the fireworks in the kitchen, making Song Jiamu's heart settle down warmly.

"Then next time I wait for you to cook, I will hold you like this, too." Song Jiamu said.

Every man has fantasized about his beloved girl cooking, and then he hugged her like this from behind her, right?

You can hold it tightly, feel her twisting in your arms, then put your chin on her shoulders, and bury your nose between her neck and hair. It makes you feel happy and lustful when you think about it.

"No." Yun Shuqian rejected him without hesitation.

If he held her like this when she was cooking, would he have to eat? Just eat her.

"Why can you do it?" Song Jiamu made an unfair voice.

"I am the president, and I am not like you. Don't think I don't know. Every time you hug me for more than five seconds, you will start like that..."

Yun Shuqian complained, but his hands were touching his soft belly unhonestly.

Song Jiamu looked down and saw that her hands were drilled inside the apron, so he couldn't see her hands, but he could feel her little hands moving around in the apron. This stimulation is much stronger than placing her hands on the outside of the apron.

"Sister, don't you have it yourself, too?"

"It doesn't matter if it's a boy, please touch it."

“There will be a reaction.”

After hearing what he said, the girl behind her had stiffened her body. She pinched him with her hands in anger, and then she hugged her obediently and stopped touching her.

This is her young dyeing, her Song Zhu's head. What's wrong with touching it? If you don't take advantage of this, can you take advantage of other women?

Although her hands were honest, it was still very comfortable to hold him like this. The satisfaction in her heart kept emerging. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the spatula stirring. She pressed against his back, smelled the reassuring smell on his body, rubbed comfortably, and was not hungry at all.

Yun Shuqian hung behind him like a koala, feeling like she was about to fall asleep in a daze. Until Song Jiamu had prepared all the dishes, she had not yet noticed that she was already full of indulging in the satisfaction of holding him like this.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! It turns out that standing can really fall asleep.

Song Jiamu packed the last white-burned shrimp, then put his hands inside from both sides of the apron, and opened her small hand that was buckled against his lower abdomen.

Holding her hand, he turned around and gently pinched her delicate nose with his index finger: "I've eaten, but I'm still sleeping?"

"I, I'm not asleep again, how could I fall asleep while standing?"

Yun Shuqian's face turned red. His state was really like he had just woken up, and his consciousness was half-dream and half-awake.

She washed her hands and ran over to see the dishes she had prepared for Song Jiamu.

The white-burned prawns are pretty good, after all, they only have the time to cook.

The meat with onions is not very good. After being fryed for too long, the onions are soft, and many of the onions and slices are a little burnt on the edges, but they will not be pasted.

She twisted a piece of onion with her fingers and tasted it. Objectively speaking, the taste was average, a little lighter, and subjectively there was an impression bonus. After all, this was the first time Song Jiamu made it, so it could barely be considered delicious.

"How is it, isn't it so delicious that I cry?"

"It's okay. Apart from frying for too long, adding less salt, too much sugar, and too much oil, there is no other problem."

“…”

"Don't look depressed, it's really delicious. Look, you can try it yourself."

Yun Shuqian twisted another piece of onion and raised it to his mouth.

Song Jiamu sucked in with her fingers and sucked it for a while.

“It’s delicious.”

"rogue……"

Yun Shuqian took the vegetables out. In a place outside where he couldn't see, she twisted another piece of meat and sucked his sucked fingers into her mouth.

Hey? Did the evaluation just now be wrong? The girl felt that the food was better this time than it was just now.

Without elders, the two of them are so comfortable having dinner together.

Two dishes were placed on the coffee table, and the two sat next to each other on the sofa, cross-legged, and stepped on the storage compartment on the coffee table. They watched TV while eating, but no one cared about it anyway.

This was like this when I was a child. When I was having dinner at his house, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian didn't like to serve the table. They each held a bowl and picked up a lot of dishes, and ran to the TV to sit cross-legged on the floor to eat together.

"Fat meat is for you..."

Yun Shuqian bit off the lean meat and ate it, and then grabbed the fat meat into his bowl.

"It's so disgusting Yun Shuqian. I saw you licked the whole piece of meat before taking it out of your mouth."

"I don't!"

Song Jiamu also picked up a shrimp, nibbled off the shrimp shell with his mouth, dipped the shrimp into her bowl.

Both of them were having a great time eating, and their shoulders in the middle were bumping from time to time.

After finishing the meal, Song Jiamu went home and Yun Shuqian also started to write.

By around 10:30 in the evening, Song Jiamu came over after taking a shower and hugged her every year. She also finished taking a shower. Her skin was greasy and clean, and her whole body exuded the unique fragrance of a girl.

Song Jiamu sat behind her with a hair dryer and blew her hair. She supported the bed with her hands, and her legs under her shorts were shaking comfortably.

Occasionally, Song Jiamu would also wonder what a wonderful experience it would be if he put his hands in the girl's tight thighs and was pinched by her?

Of course, even if you do nothing, just watching these white and tender legs swaying around is a pleasure. After all, no one can have the chance to appreciate such a scenery except him.

Anyway, it's all his, so he must also put the kiss on it.

After helping her dry her hair, Yun Shuqian crawled onto the bed, lay down horizontally, pulled the pillow beside her and hugged it on her chest. When a girl lies flat like this, she should use a pillow to block it, and even if she doesn't have to use a pillow to block it.

Song Jiamu also approached her and lay down on the bed with her. The two of them hadn't had the chance to sleep together these days. This hour at night, they were lying next to each other and watching videos, or playing games that insulted each other.

I don’t know where they will find such a comfortable and comfortable bed after her parents come back tomorrow.

Children like to play in bed, and adults also like to play in bed. This seems to be an innate instinct.

The bed was 1.8 meters wide. When lying horizontally, Yun Shu was more than shallow. Even though Song Jiamu's head was against the wall, his feet had to hang outside the bed.
To be continued...