Song Meiyue, who was holding the back of her hand by Jiang Qi, felt like she was suffocating. This experience was similar to the last time she was pulled into his arms. Although from a physical point of view, it did not reach the point where she could not extricate herself, but this experience
It's already very shameful.
She didn't dare to move and seemed to be out of control of her brain. She let Jiang Qi hold her little hand, slowly lowering it and then slowly raising it. A faint blush appeared on her cold face, and it spread to her neck.
"Generally, when cutting vegetables, there are two popular cutting methods. The first is the straight-knife cutting method. The knife and the raw materials should be vertical, and the raw materials are cut directly. The point of force of the knife is at the front end of the knife; and the second is the push knife method.
When cutting, the knife is perpendicular to the raw material. After the knife pattern enters the raw material, push the knife forward immediately."
Jiang Qi controlled Song Meiyue's hand and whispered softly: "The first one is suitable for cutting shredded potatoes, green bamboo shoots, cucumbers, and other vegetables. The second one is suitable for cutting softer raw materials, such as sliced meat or pickled mustard.
In short, it’s up to you to use whatever you like.”
The words fell,
He let go of someone's delicate and soft hand and asked seriously: "Have you failed in your studies?"
However, in the face of Jiang Qi's inquiry, Song Meiyue's consciousness had not yet returned to her mind, and she stood there stupidly. When she came to her senses, she did not rush to answer someone's question, but instead put her hot and crimson lips on her face.
He turned his cheeks hurriedly to the side to prevent someone next to him from seeing his embarrassment.
Is it intentional?
Or was it just an unintentional move?
Song Meiyue, who forced herself to calm down, tried hard to think about the question in front of her, but no matter what answer she gave, she couldn't satisfy her inner expectations. Maybe all the answers were just her own imagination, not from his mouth.
Said.
"Aunt Song?"
"Are you okay? Why did you end up autistic by chopping vegetables?" Jiang Qi looked at Song Meiyue, who was stunned in place. Because he turned his head sideways, he couldn't see the expression on her face, and said hurriedly: "
Why don't you go out first? Sit on the sofa and think about how to cut vegetables. When you have figured it out, you can continue cutting next time."
"Um"
Song Meiyue responded stiffly, hurriedly put down the kitchen knife in her hand, and fled the scene in a hurry, leaving Jiang Qi standing alone in the kitchen.
Seeing her running away in a hurry, Jiang Qi couldn't help but smile. He picked up the kitchen knife someone dropped and skillfully cut the washed cabbage. The previous clips kept flashing through his mind. He couldn't believe that hand.
It doesn't look like what a thirty-one-year-old woman should look like at all. It feels like the hands of an eighteen-year-old girl are not as delicate and smooth as hers.
It’s hard to bear
This woman is really terrifying. Not to mention how vividly the unique temperament of a mature woman is reflected in her body. Her skin is as delicate as an eighteen-year-old girl. Is this the legendary type that can be both sweet and sweet?
It's simply the ceiling of pure desire.
at the same time,
Song Meiyue was sitting on the sofa. She seemed calm on the outside, but her heart was already turbulent. The feeling of someone holding the back of her hand just now seemed to have touched her soul, and inadvertently touched the most fragile part of her body.
The lingering sounds of the strings stirred up all the cells in the body.
He did it on purpose. He definitely did it on purpose!
This man still couldn't resist my charm and even used such means to take advantage of me.
bad!
Very bad!
Song Meiyue insisted that someone's behavior just now was intentional. She absolutely did not believe that it was unintentional and must have been planned for a long time. In an instant, her cold and charming face showed a little bit of anger, angry, helpless and...
A bit. Not enough yet.
Well.
His hands are quite big and rough, and the feeling of being held in his hands is a bit solid.
Thinking of this,
Song Meiyue grabbed the headrest next to her, held it tightly in her arms, put her head on it, and pressed her chin firmly against the headrest. Her eyes were distractedly looking at the mobile phone placed on the coffee table, wondering where she was.
What to think about.
Dinner is very simple,
However, the original plan was to have three dishes and one soup, but in the end it was four dishes and one soup, one of which was a cold dish.
Song Meiyue, who ate Qianlong cabbage for the first time, was instantly captivated by this Beijing-style cold dish. Although the ingredients, techniques, and shapes were very ordinary and could not be compared with other dishes, it was so fresh in her mouth.
Refreshing, sweet and sour and appetizing. Song Meiyue couldn't stop eating.
After an unknown amount of time, all the dishes on the dining table were completely wiped out. At this time, Jiang Qi took a watermelon from the kitchen and prepared some after-dinner fruit for himself and her.
"Will this melon stay ripe?" Song Meiyue asked nonchalantly while wiping the corners of her mouth elegantly with a tissue.
"Look at what you said. Will I let you eat raw melon eggs?" While chatting and laughing, Jiang Qi picked up the watermelon in front of him with his knife, then cut the melon skillfully and gave a piece to someone.
In front of him, he picked up another piece and gnawed it crazily.
Compared with Jiang Qi, who eats ginseng fruit in Bajie, Song Meiyue is much more elegant and interprets the temperament of a noble lady to the extreme.
"anything else?"
Jiang Qi saw Song Meiyue finishing the watermelon in her hand and asked her casually.
"No."
"Eating too much at night will make you fat." Song Meiyue took out a tissue, wiped her mouth gently, and then looked at him as he devoured the food, with an imperceptible tenderness between her brows. If it were another man eating like this,
, it would be a bit disgusting, but if it was Jiang Qi, I would actually think it was quite good.
"Are you sure you have enough money?" Song Meiyue said absently: "Tell me the truth."
"Don't worry, it's enough." Jiang Qi picked up another piece of watermelon and gnawed on it, saying, "I still have a lot of savings."
Song Meiyue frowned slightly and said in an understatement: "Only married men usually have private money. How come you still have private money when you're not married?"
The words fell,
He pursed his lips and asked casually: "How many are there?"
"what?"
"Are you a spy sent by my mother?" Jiang Qi rolled his eyes and said seriously: "Why do you even want to inquire about my small treasury?"
"Just ask."
Song Meiyue said this, but she felt a little wary in her heart. They said that rich men will become bad. With his current economic level, he is so poor that he often goes to bathing centers to spend money. If he has money in his pocket,
A lot of money, I don’t know how rampant it will be.
Thinking of this,
She looked at him without hesitation, looking at the man eating the melon.
perhaps
He is not that kind of person, he thinks too much.
at this time,
There was a rapid knock on the door, breaking the silence at the moment.
"Xiaoyue."
"Mom and dad forgot their keys, come here and open the door."