Mobile reading An Qing calmly got up and went to the kitchen, and Wu Ma naturally followed him.
Yuan Heng looked at An Qing's walking away and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at himself being strangled.
The bruised arm looked at the wound that had stopped bleeding because it had been strangled too hard before.
He sighed quietly and shook his head slightly.
Such small movements, although the sound was subtle, did not conceal the amazing senses of An Qing.
However, she did not look back, but quickened her pace and walked towards the kitchen.
Yuan Heng, who was the original owner's substitute, was willing to sacrifice in order to make the performance realistic.
Not only was the house in a good location, but even the back kitchen had everything he wanted, including chicken, duck, and fish.
"Wu Ma, sir, he's injured.
I'm angry.
You go buy some vegetables and cook them for me.
I'll make a stew for him.
There's so much blood, so I need to make good use of some ingredients."
An Qing looked around.
The ingredients in the kitchen sighed and gave instructions to Wu Ma behind him.
"But Miss, how can you make soup by yourself?"
Wu Ma has been arranged to take care of the original owner since he followed Yuan Heng.
It has been two or three years.
She is very aware of the original owner's habits.
The owner doesn’t go into the kitchen, so he was a little hesitant at this time.
"Why not?
Although I've never made it before, I'm not that stupid.
Please tell me how to make that soup.
Why can't I make it?"
An Qing frowned and threw away a piece of meat with some dissatisfaction.
Back in the basket.
"No, that's not the case.
I'm just afraid that you won't be used to it, miss.
After all, you're not used to the things in this kitchen."
Wu Ma didn't dare to say anything, so she could only say with a smile.
"Quickly tell me, let's go buy groceries.
I still don't believe it.
I can't make soup."
When An Qing said this, his voice was a little angry.
"No, no, this soup."
No matter how worried Mother Wu was, she could only accept her fate and tell her an outline of the soup.
Then An Qing waved her hand and let her go.
Wu Ma was worried, carrying a vegetable basket, and looked back at An Qing almost every step of the way, but when she saw An Qingzhen starting to prepare some seasonings as she said, she felt a little relieved and walked out. .
When Wu Ma came back, she opened the pot to look at the soup, but it was already stewed a bit milky white.
She couldn't help but sigh: "I haven't seen this young lady in the kitchen before, but I didn't expect that this young lady is very talented in cooking." " "It's such a difficult thing to learn.
You can use the soup just by looking at it.
If it works, I'll take it out."
An Qing glanced at the soup and asked Wu Ma deliberately.
"The color and the smell of the soup are enough."
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Wu Ma directly gave An Qing a positive answer.
When An Qing heard this answer, he also showed a happy smile and did not need Wu Ma to serve the soup.
He filled a large bowl first and sent it in.
At this time, Doctor Wang had already arrived, removed the bullet from Yuan Heng's wound, and bandaged it again.
However, Yuan Heng had no strength at all after struggling.
He was lying in the bedroom recuperating, and when he heard some movement, he slowly Opened his eyes.
"You're awake.
This soup is ready.
You might as well drink some while it's hot to replenish your body."
An Qing handed over the soup with concern on his face.
"You made this?"
Yuan Heng glanced at the soup, then looked at An Qing's somewhat red face, curled his lips and asked.
"Yeah" An Qing bit her lip and lowered her head shyly.
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