The next day, the morning light shone brightly and the breeze blew. On the sycamore trees in the courtyard, birds played and sang on the treetops. After a lot of commotion, the pink sycamore flowers fell down and covered the ground, even hidden in the air.

It has a sweet taste.

Xia Qianqian opened the door, stood under the eaves, stretched, and did the eighth set of radio gymnastics.

When he raised his head, he saw a tall and elegant figure from the branches of the sycamore tree.

He stood at the railing on the second floor, his whole body covered with a dazzling luster, surrounded by pink sycamore flowers. That man was like a banished immortal who had descended into the mortal world.

She looked at him, and he looked back at her, their eyes met, and both of them smiled slightly.

Maybe it’s the sweetness of the morning air.

For a moment, she actually felt that it would be nice to be with such a peerless handsome man in this life.

His temperament is boring, which is a bit boring, but fortunately, she is really addicted to her appearance.

"Hi!" She waved to him.

Ji Zimo smiled faintly and said, "Come here for breakfast."

"No, Mom and I will eat together."

"Your mother and the others have left!"

"Leaving?" Xia Qianqian waited and looked, and then realized that the yard was empty, with no one around.

How come these people don't call her when they go out early in the morning?

"Then, I'll go to the kitchen and eat by myself!"

She was still a little bit dissatisfied with him, so she turned around and went into the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, she turned over all the pots and pans in the kitchen, leaving not even a morsel of leftover porridge for him.

Xia Qianqian was dumbfounded.

In frustration, a figure flashed at the door, and a moon-white figure walked in briskly. He took her hand and grabbed her wrist, "Squid."

She called his name softly.

"Go to my place to eat!"

He held her hand, and the two of them walked through the flowers in the yard, pushed open the small door on the wall, and came to the yard next door.

There is only a wall between them. In the Xia family's yard, there are sycamore trees and flowers all over the ground, while the grounds of the Mo Mansion next door have been swept clean.

As soon as the young men in green clothes saw the petals falling to the ground, they immediately picked up their brooms and swept them. Under the roots of the tree, there were piles of failed flowers.

When he held her hand and appeared in the yard, the boys in green were shocked. Some even forgot to sweep the floor. For a moment, everyone's eyes didn't know where to look.

Xia Qianqian was speechless.

The two of them came to the table in the hall and sat down. The food was already placed on the table.

A plate of cold shredded chicken, a plate of steamed chicken cake, a plate of steamed buns, and a bowl of vegetable and beef porridge.

He took the initiative before her, reached out and filled a bowl of beef soup, placed it in front of her, and warned: "Drink the porridge first!"

This porridge smells very good.

Xia Qianqian stirred it with a wooden spoon, took a spoonful, and put it into her mouth. She couldn't help but nodded, "It tastes good! This is..."

She felt a little embarrassed, "Did you cook it?"

Ji Zimo did not say anything.

Xia Qianqian looked at the other dishes and blurted out: "You also made these dishes, right?"

He still didn't answer, but his awkward look gave Xia Qianqian the answer.

This little puppy is so proactive when he wants to fall in love.

Xia Qianqian picked up the shredded chicken with chopsticks and put it into her mouth, chewing it carefully, "It tastes good, but..."

She deliberately lengthened her tone and said with a smile: "Compared with the chef at Juwanglou, the taste is really much different."

After taking a sneak peek, the face of the person beside me suddenly changed.

Xia Qianqian was amused, "However, I still like to eat the flavors you make."

As she spoke, she picked up a few more chopsticks and stuffed them into her mouth. She nodded with satisfaction as she ate, "It's delicious, it's really delicious!"

Seeing that he was stunned, she did not forget to give him some food, "Don't just look at it, you can eat it too."

Being praised, Ji Zimo felt great.

Reaching out to hold the chopsticks, he accompanied her and ate together.

Xia Qianqian was enjoying the beef porridge in the bowl with satisfaction. Her eyes narrowed. She put down her chopsticks and grabbed his wrist.

Lifting up his sleeves, there were three or five soybean-sized blushes scattered on the back of his hand with slender fingers. The bottom of one of them was white, with faint water droplets oozing out.

"Burned?"

Putting down the chopsticks in her hand, she felt distressed and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get the medicine."

"No need!" He retracted his hand and said nonchalantly: "It's just a small injury, don't worry about it!"

"What's a small injury?" Xia Qianqian's voice suddenly rose a few decibels, "If small wounds are not treated well, if they become inflamed, the problem will be big."

She left him behind, trotted out the door, passed through the small door in the courtyard, and ran back to her house.

Avoiding the eyes and ears, she opened the cabinet and took out a box of burn ointment from the Ruyi bracelet.

Before leaving the house, I put the crossbody bag at the door on my upper body.

With it, she doesn't have to go back and forth in vain.

Otherwise, if she takes out anything from her sleeves anytime, anywhere, it will definitely make people suspicious.

When she returned to the hall, he was still sitting at the table obediently.

Xia Qianqian sat back down again, took his hand over, dipped some ointment with her fingers, and gently applied it on his wound.

Her movements were gentle, and the yellowish ointment was applied to the wound. The originally hot touch suddenly became cold, taking away the hot pain, leaving a warm touch.

Her fingertips were warm, and she gently drew circles on the back of his hand. The circles of caressing were like a feather, teasing his heart.

He looked at her profile quietly, and the concentration in her pure eyes made him lose his mind little by little.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

Out of nowhere, she lowered her head, put her mouth towards the wound, and blew gently on the wound, "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt after a while. Breathe out, and it won't hurt."

The slightly hot gas breathed on the back of his hand, as if carrying some special divine power, and a shiver spread from the back of his hand along his wrist to his heart.

His heart could no longer be calm for a moment.

"Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop..."

The beating of the heartbeat made Ji Zimo's face suddenly feel hot.

His fingers moved slightly, Ji Zimo dodged and pulled his hand back, pretending to be calm and said: "Eat quickly, or you will get cold."

"Yeah!" Xia Qianqian didn't notice anything unusual about him.

She put away the ointment and went to the basin stand nearby to clean her hands.

When she returned, she looked at Ji Zimo's face, frowned, and asked curiously: "What's wrong with you? Why is your face so red!"

While she was talking, she put her hand on his forehead again, tried it, and said in confusion: "It's not hot!"

Ji Zimo coughed awkwardly, "Soup, I just drank a bowl of vegetable and beef porridge. It was too hot and made me sweat."

"Oh!" Xia Qianqian laughed dumbly, picked up the spoon and started to drink the porridge, "Well, it's a bit hot."

She couldn't help but start teasing him again, "Look, how old you are, and you can't control whether it's hot or cold when you drink porridge. You're going to laugh me to death!"
Chapter completed!