"And I used to eat takeout. It was my first time cooking. Shouldn't you be so moved that you ate it all?"
Su Qiao rolled his eyes, pushed him away, and walked to the supermarket, "I wanted to be moved, but my taste buds and my stomach didn't agree."
"And do you think I'm someone who would wrong myself?"
Like those people who when they are in love, no matter what kind of dark dishes the other party makes, they just stupidly stuff it into their mouths, and then go to the hospital toilet to use the WiFi, they are quite stupid.
This is not love, it is torturing yourself and the other person at the same time.
"Haha, it doesn't look like that." Du Muhan laughed out loud for the first time.
"Isn't that okay?"
"Don't worry, mother-in-law, hurry up and go push the cart. It's already past twelve o'clock. You're not hungry, but I am."
Because it was getting late, the two of them pushed a cart while the other picked vegetables. They quickly bought the ingredients and went home.
"Here I go, be careful not to scratch you." When Su Qiao rolled up his sleeves and was about to cut vegetables, Du Muhan picked up the kitchen knife first.
Su Qiao glanced at his left hand, which was still wrapped in gauze. "You, a person who cut your own hand, how do you have the right to advise others?"
"Just because I suffered a loss in this matter, I will be more cautious and not make the same mistake." Du Muhan looked matter-of-fact and began to cut cucumbers.
"Just stand on the side and give instructions, so as not to burn the oil."
Su Qiao: "..."
"Aren't you afraid of being burned by oil? Don't you value your hands?" I remember when I cut my hand in the autopsy room, it looked like the sky was falling, and I couldn't even apply a bandage to stop the bleeding.
Du Muhan didn't even raise his head, concentrating on chopping vegetables. "I'm very careful, I won't do it."
Su Qiao is speechless.
So she wasn't careful? Is she careless?
It took two hours to cook a meal, and Su Qiao's patience was almost worn out, but fortunately, the final dish was finally delicious and delicious.
"I made it myself, doesn't it taste good? Doesn't it feel particularly different?"
"What's the difference?" Du Muhan didn't feel anything special.
"It's not as delicious as the one you made last time."
Su Qiao rolled his eyes at him. "Then you won't let me do it?"
If she did it by herself, it would be done in thirty or forty minutes. Does it really need to take two hours?
Du Muhan quickly picked up a piece of fish and put it into her bowl. "It's okay if the rice tastes bad, but you have to protect your hands. I can't bear to see it become imperfect."
Su Qiao Unexpectedly, this guy was still thinking about her hand, "No matter how good it is, it's still mine."
Du Muhan stuffed a bone into Little Wang who was spinning around the table, and said slowly Underground Passage: "Well, it's yours, but I can take a closer look. Isn't this illegal?"
Su Qiao is heartbroken.
What would she do if she met a guy who didn't love her and only liked her hands?
I don't want to mention these bad things anymore.
"By the way, what do you think Headless Female Corpse's identity is? And who was he killed by?"
"I don't make guesses, I just look at the evidence." Du Muhan put a chopstick of vegetables into her bowl. "You also need to eat vegetables, they are nutritionally balanced.
Su Qiao doesn't like eating vegetables very much, but he stuffed them into his mouth anyway, "Then we are really against each other."
Du Muhan doesn't think this is anything.
"The nature of your job is different."
Psychological profilers outline the criminal's criminal mentality by analyzing crime techniques, scene layout, criminal characteristics, etc., so as to further predict their race, gender, age, professional background, appearance characteristics, personality characteristics, and even next actions.