After hearing Yun Yan's words, Li Xiaohan frowned, but the movements in his hands stopped.

I just still don't know what to do.

"I'll do it." Yun Yan quickly walked over, took the tomatoes from his hand, and threw them directly into the boiling water on the stove.

Li Xiaohan snorted.

Yun Yan couldn't help laughing: "You don't cook often, so it's normal that you don't know the tricks. Don't be discouraged."

Li Xiaohan's temples twitched, he put the knife far away, and then said to her: "Come here."

Yunyan walked over again.

He put all the ingredients in front of her and said, "Here you go."

Yunyan: "..."

What, are you angry out of embarrassment?

"I'll come, I'll come."

Yunyan rolled up her sleeves and put the vegetables under the faucet to wash them. Li Xiaohan stood beside her. If she wanted to use a knife, he would do it for her and only let her do the vegetable washing.

The two cooperated well and quickly processed the ingredients. Yunyan started the fire and stood in front of the stove with a spatula. She said what she needed and Li Xiaohan handed over the ingredients.

In the atmosphere of fireworks, neither of them spoke, but they had a tacit understanding.

A few dishes were ready soon. The last soup was simmering on the pot. Li Xiaohan was cleaning the countertop. Maybe he had been bending down for too long and his waist was uncomfortable, which made his face look a little unsightly.

Yun Yan looked at it, walked over, stood behind him, stretched out her hands and rubbed it.

For a moment, she could clearly feel that his body suddenly stiffened.

Yun Yan's hands kept moving, kneading them gently.

The next second, her hand was held down by his big wet hand. He turned his head to look at her, and his voice was slightly low and hoarse: "What are you doing?"

Yun Yan blinked: "I see you feel a little uncomfortable. I'll give you a push and you should feel better."

Li Xiaohan's Adam's apple moved: "Did you know that you can't touch a man's waist casually?"

"Why can't you touch it randomly? So what if you touch it? Aren't you uncomfortable? I'll rub it for you, so you will feel better."

Li Xiaohan: "..."

If he hadn't known her, he would have really thought she was teasing him on purpose.

Yun Yan patted the back of his hand hard, "Do you want it? If not, I won't press it!"

Li Xiaohan took back his hand, turned on the faucet again, and then said slowly: "Press it."

"I didn't see you when I woke up this morning. Have you gone out?" Yunyan said while pressing the button.

"Yeah." He responded lazily.

"What are you doing out so early in the morning?" Yun Yan was just curious.

"Qin Feng said that I want to do rehabilitation. It would be beneficial to take some time to go out with him every morning."

"oh."

He had almost tidied up the sink, water was flowing from the faucet, and the soup in the pot on the stove was boiling. A pair of weak, boneless hands on both sides of his waist were doing it in a haphazard manner.

rub.

The force of the movement was too small, it was just tickling him.

"enough."

Li Xiaohan couldn't bear it anymore, so he turned off the faucet with a "pop" and avoided the two small hands on his waist: "...the soup is ready."

Yun Yan didn't pay attention to his expression, and immediately turned off the fire, put on insulation gloves, and picked up the soup pot: "Bring out the remaining dishes."
Chapter completed!