Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 686 - 686 672 Is this also inherited (2)_1

Chapter 686: 672, Is this also inherited? (2)_1 Chapter 686: 672, Is this also inherited? (2)_1 “No peeking, go to the living room.”

She pointed towards the living room from behind the door, insisting he leave.

Quan Jingwu’s eyes darkened, and the corners of his lips held a faint smile as he walked into the living room to abide by her wishes.

Jian Qing watched him walk off before turning around to start.

With the distant memories of the past in mind, she took a few eggs from the refrigerator. Taking a big bowl, she started to crack the eggs.

Clang.

The cold liquid carrying the yolk flowed out and fell steadily into the big bowl, except there were a few bits of eggshell floating on top of the yolk.

The corner of Jian Qing’s mouth twitched. She took a quick glance at the outside, fearing Quan Jingwu would catch sight of this embarrassing scene.

Had she really forgotten her kitchen skills from not cooking for so long?

She shook her head and returned to cracking the eggs.

In the living room, Quan Jingwu picked up a call from Shen Hao, noticing non odd sounds from the kitchen before he took the call with ease.

With a hissing sound, oil splashed everywhere. Jian Qing stepped back a few steps, using the lid of the pot as a shield with one hand and pouring all the egg liquid from the bowl into the pan with the other.

The situation in the pan became even worse.

Jian Qing’s pupils slightly contracted. She saw a cup of water next to her, hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the cup and poured most of the water into the pan, as the oil was splashing everywhere.

However, water and hot oil have only one outcome: the hot oil started to splash out even more ferociously than before.

“Sss.”

Jian Qing cringed as the hot oil splashed onto her hand. She quickly retreated and accidentally knocked over the plate meant for the eggs, shattering it into pieces immediately.

“Bang–”

In the living room, Quan Jingwu heard the abrupt noise and hung up the call immediately, rushing into the kitchen.

“My darling!”

He opened the glass door and was greeted by a strong smell of burned oil.

“Xiaojing!”

Jian Qing was squatting on the floor collecting the shattered fragments of the plate. She looked up at the man who had rushed in, her eyes innocent.

Quan Jingwu stepped around the shattered plate on the floor, stretched out a hand and pulled her up: “Stay put, don’t move.”

Jian Qing stuck out her tongue and obediently stood aside, not causing any more trouble.

Quan Jingwu turned around, saw the pot are still splashing oil, immediately gets the lid to cover the pot and turned off the fire.

Gradually, the sizzling sound of hot oil subsided.

Jian Qing sighed in relief. As she stepped forward, the man’s voice made her stop.

“Sweetie, were you trying to fry the kitchen?”

Jian Qing coughed, a hint of embarrassment flashed in her eyes: “Well, I didn’t mean to, it’s been a long time since I cooked, so my culinary skills are kind of rusty. I promise it won’t happen again next time.”

Quan Jingwu chuckled lightly — even if she was willing to cook again, he wouldn’t give her a chance. It didn’t matter if the kitchen was ruined, but if she got hurt, he would be the one heartbroken.

“Why don’t you tell me what you did just now? Using half a pot of oil to fry an egg is rather…unusual.”

“I heard that making scrambled eggs requires lots of oil, so I’ve added a bit more. As I poured the oil into the pot, it started to splash out and I don’t know why.” Jian Qing looked at him, her eyes full of confusion, and sincerely asked for his advice: “Xiaojing, do you think it was because the heat was too high?”

‘I should have used a lower heat,’ she thought regretfully to herself.

Quan Jingwu glanced at the newly opened oil bottle that was now more than half empty. He couldn’t help recall the time when Mo Xiao had used a whole bottle of dishwashing detergent the first time he did the dishes.

Could it be that this clumsiness was some sort of inheritance?

He rubbed his forehead, holding back a smile: “Sweetie, what did you put inside the pan?”

“The oil splashed too freely, so I added some water in,” she said honestly.

Finally, Quan Jingwu understood where the problem lay. He looked at the wall blackened by smoke with the oil splatters dispersed all over it, a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Let me check on my egg.” Jian Qing was curious whether the egg was cooked. She had glanced before, it looked perfectly golden. It should be successful this time, right?

As she lifted the lid, seeing what was in the pan, she quietly broke into a cold sweat.

A flock of crows seemed to fly overhead.

Quan Jingwu stood behind her. When he looked into the pot and saw the clump labeled as an “egg”, he frowned.

If she hadn’t mentioned egg, he would never have imagined that the black unidentified object in the pot had once been an egg.

In the bubbly oil pan floated a charred, unidentified object emitting a harsh, burned smell.

“My darling, are you trying to murder your own husband?” he bantered.

Jian Qing sheepishly covered the evidence of her embarrassment with the lid again.

This was indeed a huge embarrassment.

“Xiaojing, would you believe it if I said that the eggs I used just now were putrefied and past their expiry date?” she said weakly.

Quan Jingwu looked at her teasingly, then laughed, “What do you think?”

“Alright, my cooking skills are poor.” Jian Qing lowered her head, apologetically acknowledged her mistake.

“Darling, I now understand what you meant when you said even a dog wouldn’t eat it.” He made fun of her playfully.

Any creature consuming the “egg” in question might risk food poisoning.

Jian Qing glared at him, “Get out.”

“Did you get any burns?” Having laughed enough, Quan Jingwu examined her. The oil had splashed everywhere earlier, she might have gotten burns.

“No,” Jian Qing shook her head.

As soon as her words fell, a cold hand reached for hers.

Under the light, two blisters caused by the hot oil could be seen on her soft white backhand, looking terribly garish.

Frowning, Quan Jingwu said to her, “And you said no. Look, blisters have formed on your hand.”

Jian Qing didn’t take it seriously, but the moment her words “it’s nothing” came to her lips, she saw the look in his eyes and chose to stay silent.

Quan Jingwu took her hand and turned on the faucet. The cool water washed over her hand, and the burning sensation from the blisters gradually faded.

She lifted her head and saw the outline of the man’s clearly defined jawline. His thin, sexy lips were pursed in a seemingly upset expression.

“Xiaojing, are you mad?” she asked softly, leaning into his embrace.

Quan Jingwu didn’t say a word. After turning off the water, he took a piece of paper towel to dry her hand, then he gently blew on the blisters.

Under the soft light, the man lowered his head. His thick, ink-like eyelashes cast a light blue shadow under his eyelids.

Jian Qing watched him, a faint smile tugged at her red lips.

“Xiaojing, are you really mad at me?”

Quan Jingwu held her hand lightly, raised his head, and said, “I’m not angry with you. It’s my fault for indulging you to cook. From now on, I’ll do the cooking.”

“Then, what will be my responsibility?” she asked, smiling.

“Be responsible for getting chubby from all the food I feed you.”

Jian Qing slapped him lightly, “I don’t want to be a pig.”

“Come on, let’s get your burns treated.” Quan Jingwu was unable to maintain his stern expression any longer, breaking into a smile.