Chapter 901 Different

At the pool, Jiang Li was about to wash the beans and soaked black fungus and mushrooms that Jiang Guoan had picked before. Unexpectedly, Luo Yanqing cleaned up the chopping board. Seeing this, he immediately took over the work in Jiang Li's hands.

"Is it different if I come?"

Jiang Li raised his beautiful eyebrows slightly, and looked at the man steadily.

"Different."

Luo Yanqing responded, and continued to wash the vegetables. He said: "I don't want your hands to get cold."

Luo Yanqing said this very naturally, and there was no abnormality in his expression. It was like a normal conversation with Jiang Li on weekdays. However, it fell into the ears of Jiang Li and Jiang Guoan who was delivering firewood to the stove, but it had a different meaning.

"Then what should I do?"

Jiang Li's eyebrows were curved, and her eyes were full of smiles when she looked at Luo Yanqing. Her whole heart was warmed by Luo Yanqing's words just now.

And Jiang Guoan was stretched!

"Go to the living room and rest. It's warm there."

Luo Yanqing looked at Jiang Li with a doting look in his eyes: "Go ahead. The kitchen door is open and it's windy here."

"I don't want it."

Jiang Li stood still.

Luo Yanqing asked: "Aren't you cold?"

"It's not cold at all with you around." Jiang Li smiled: "Let me cut the vegetables."

Unexpectedly, Luo Yanqing shook his head: "No, I'll do it. If you really don't want to go to the living room, just stay here and talk to me."

As he said that, he put the washed vegetables on the chopping board and took a piece of fresh pork to rinse it under the faucet.

Jiang Li looked at the ingredients on the chopping board and asked with a smile: "What are you cooking?"

"One pot of stew."

Luo Yanqing responded.

"Your pot of stew, in my mother's words, is actually called stew."

Curving the corners of his lips, Jiang Li said in a sweet voice: "I like the dishes you cook."

"Don't you like my steamed flower rolls and steamed buns, and the porridge I cook?"

Luo Yan's clear and ink-stained phoenix eyes were full of smiles. Without waiting for Jiang Li to speak, he said: "Stand on my side, I'll block you, so you can get less wind."

"Oh."

Jiang Li responded and moved to the other side of the man.

Jiang Guoan was really full. He wanted to leave the kitchen to get some fresh air and exercise, but he felt that it was a bit abrupt for him to leave like this. There was no way, so he could only continue to be full.

At this time, Jiang Yiyang walked into the kitchen.

Jiang Guoan raised his eyes, and the two of them happened to look at each other. Seeing that Jiang Yiyang was about to speak, Jiang Guoan raised his hand to signal Jiang Yiyang not to speak.

Jiang Yiyang was puzzled and followed Jiang Guoan's gaze. He saw her aunt and uncle standing in front of the chopping board. The two were talking and laughing. The atmosphere between them was warm and harmonious, as if there was no one else in the kitchen except the two of them.

"Why don't you let me speak?"

To be honest, Jiang Yiyang was naturally envious of the way Jiang Li and Luo Yanqing got along, but he still didn't understand why his dear uncle didn't allow him to speak, so he asked with his eyes.

Jiang Guoan also responded with his eyes: "No reason."

Did the stinky boy suddenly speak to make his precious sister uncomfortable?

"I was hurt by milk!"

Pointing in the direction of the living room, Jiang Yiyang looked aggrieved, covering his chest, and pretending to be heartbroken to Jiang Guoan. He continued to convey with his eyes: "Uncle, don't you comfort me?"

Jiang Guoan rolled his eyes: "Go away." Being hurt by his mother, that's what the stinky boy deserves.

Without thinking too much, he could guess that the brat had probably offended his mother.

Otherwise, would his mother stab her grandson for no reason?

"Uncle, do you still have the love between uncle and nephew?"

Jiang Yiyang looked resentful.

"Go away."