When Iwanqiu saw that Li Simeng didn't make any reply, he turned around and walked out of the room. Not long after, he brought in a bowl of corn porridge with a lot of sweet potato leaves on top, and put the bowl and chopsticks on the table.

"The porridge is still warm, so eat it while it's hot." She didn't forget to remind her when she turned around. The girl couldn't help but be moved by this sentence for a long time. She put down the book in her hand and said thank you. Then she felt that the boy in front of her was one or two years older than her.

She is very good at taking care of others. To use a fashionable word, she is considerate and considerate. The girl couldn't help but feel warm in her heart. She held the hot porridge in her hand, chewed the sweet potato leaves and swallowed the warm porridge slowly.

Ivan Qiu returned to the kitchen with a bowl of porridge, came to the door of the room, leaned against the door, and drank the porridge while smiling at Li Simeng. The scene at this moment was very warm.

An injured girl was being looked after by a young boy, especially the girl's slightly embarrassed little face, which turned slightly red. The boy was drinking porridge while paying attention to the little porridge left in the girl's bowl.

, he had no other purpose, just to provide the girl with porridge and vegetables in time.

After all, this is not the girl's home. If the girl is not full, she will not be embarrassed to say, I still want to drink, you, make me porridge, Ivan Qiu secretly fantasized like this, he actually hopes that the girl can be so comfortable

I feel so harmonious that everything here is like my own home.

Li Simeng put the bowl of porridge on the table and said softly.

"I'm full."

"I'll make you another bowl." Ivan Qiu stopped the chopsticks in his hand.

"No, I'm trying to lose weight recently. If I drink too much, I'll easily gain weight." Li Simeng said with a serious face.

"Pfft." The girl's answer surprised him. "You're not fat." Ivan Qiu took the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

"Now." Li Simeng pinched the baby's fat little cheeks. "Isn't that right? I really don't want to eat." Li Simeng said seriously.

"Okay, okay, you just have baby fat face, you girls all do, love beauty."

Ivan Qiu sighed helplessly.

"No." The girl looked at Ivan Qiu who walked out of the room, whispered, and then picked up the steel needles prepared on the table.

When it comes to eating, Ivanqiu will not force others to eat enough. My polenta is so delicious, that cliché saying, or maybe this is fresh sweet potato leaves, why do you want more?

Just eat a little. If you don't want to eat, don't eat. After all, you still have to hang out with others. If you don't follow them too much, you might not dare to come here next time.

From the kitchen came the sound of mixing ceramics, iron and water, and the sound of scrubbing and stirring, and then the sound of pouring water came from the stove. Ivan Qiu wiped the water off his hands, patted his head with his hands, and thought about it.
Chapter completed!