It was already 12 noon when Han Xiaoyi woke up from a hangover.
She rubbed her messy hair, her throat felt hot and her stomach felt uncomfortable and tight.
She took a deep breath and found that she had a splitting headache, so she lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
When I woke up again, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
I haven't eaten anything all morning, and even though I have no appetite anymore, my stomach starts to growl.
Glancing at the snack bags scattered randomly on the desk.
All eaten.
Han Xiaoyi, who was weak from sleep, opened the door and went downstairs to find something to eat.
On the stairs, I met a maid who was cleaning the house, and I accidentally noticed that the maid looked at me strangely.
Even weird.
Han Xiaoyi had no reaction and hurried downstairs.
She knew what state she was in now, and he also understood why the maid looked at him in such a way.
Not to mention this maid, even she herself hates her current appearance.
But she also hates change, and he doesn't have the strength to change.
Why should we change, and who should we show the changes to?
Han Xiaoyi was so hungry that she searched the living room in a panic.
Nothing to eat.
Then they raided the restaurant.
Neither.
Regretfully, she walked to the kitchen.
Before she even got close, she smelled a familiar fragrance.
Braised pork and potatoes.
One of Han Xiaoyi’s favorite side dishes.
Her mind was foggy. She knew someone was cooking, so she planned to go in and urge it to be done quickly. She was really hungry and couldn't bear it.
But as soon as she reached the kitchen door, she froze.
There was deep surprise in those big and blurred eyes.
Perhaps because she couldn't believe the scene in front of her, she pinched her thigh hard.
pain.
it hurts.
Han Xiaoyi covered her mouth, tightly, for fear of screaming.
She covered her mouth and nose, and opened her big eyes wide, fearing that the scene in front of her would suddenly disappear.
In the spacious kitchen, a familiar but gradually unfamiliar figure was busy.
He was wearing his original apron, holding a cigarette from the corner of his mouth, and stir-fried the shredded beef with strong and skillful arms. The pot was constantly wafting with a fragrant aroma that made people move their index fingers.
As he watched, Han Xiaoyi's vision blurred and she stood there not knowing what to do.
Go in.
She didn't dare.
leave.
She doesn't want to give up.
She just stood at the door, dumbfounded, silly, like a lost child.
"Get up."
The man who put the stir-fried shredded beef into the plate turned his head and found Han Xiaoyi standing at the door. He couldn't help blowing the ashes and smiled at Han Xiaoyi: "Go take a shower and then come down to eat."
Han Xiaoyi nodded blankly, but remained motionless.
"Why are you still standing?" The man frowned slightly, "The food won't taste good when it's cold."
Han Xiaoyi finally came to her senses and ran upstairs reluctantly.
She turned on the shower head and washed her body vigorously, as if she wanted to wash away all the filth and filth on her body. After taking a bath, she racked her brains to choose a skirt that she liked best, and after blow-drying her hair, she still make up.
Wearing makeup is not only a manifestation of love for beauty, but also respect for others.
In the past, she always got along with Lin Ze face to face.
But it doesn't work now, Lin Ze has left the Han family.
She did not dare and could not meet Lin Ze face to face.
That was disrespectful to Lin Ze and would also make her lose her self-confidence.
In half an hour, she took a shower, changed clothes, and put on makeup as quickly as possible. When she went downstairs again, Lin Ze had already put the dishes on the table.
There are five dishes and one soup, including stir-fried shredded beef, braised dog meat that is served on a plate after stewing, light stir-fried baby cabbage, and preserved egg and tofu soup that relieves heat.
Every dish is Han Xiaoyi's favorite, some are served with rice, and some are light and delicious. Han Xiaoyi sits at the dining table and forgets to use his chopsticks.
"The flavor has changed." Lin Ze lit a cigarette and asked curiously, "How about I make some more."
"No, no," Han Xiaoyi waved her hands in a panic and said blankly, "I like them all."
"That's because I'm not hungry." Lin Ze served her a bowl of soup.
"Hungry." Han Xiaoyi murmured, "I'm so hungry that I can hardly walk."
"Then eat quickly." Lin Ze smiled and said, "Don't be hungry."
"Yeah." Han Xiaoyi quickly picked up the bowls and chopsticks and immersed herself in eating.
Because she ate too fast, the soup smeared all over her lips and splashed onto her skirt. She looked like a poor child who had escaped from a famine in Africa and had never had a full meal.
Lin Ze's smoking posture became stiff, and he hurriedly advised: "Eat slowly, and no one will compete with you, so don't choke."
Han Xiaoyi didn't care, and worked hard to pick up rice and vegetables, finishing bowl after bowl, which was completely beyond her current appetite.
After eating three bowls of rice, Han Xiaoyicai couldn't swallow anymore and put down the bowl and chopsticks.
Before Lin Ze could sigh with emotion, Han Xiaoyi's eyes suddenly lit up, she picked up the uneaten dog meat and hurried into the kitchen.
Lin Ze's second monk was confused and followed him.
When she arrived at the door, she found that Han Xiaoyi had already put the leftover dog meat hot pot in the refrigerator and was loading the rice cooker into a plate.
Lin Ze was extremely curious and asked, "What are you doing?"
Although Han Xiaoyi is not as spendthrift as other rich ladies, she has never been a frugal girl who saves money. Let alone leftovers, even if she takes a bite of an apple, she will not eat it after a few minutes. Throw it away directly.
Therefore, her behavior today puzzled Lin Ze.
Han Xiaoyi tried her best to scoop out the rice from the rice cooker, but because it was a little sticky, she couldn't scoop it all out. This situation made her a little crazy and even more restless.
"Stop." Lin Ze was afraid that she would hurt himself, so he stepped forward and grabbed her arm and said, "What are you doing."
"I'm serving rice." Han Xiaoyi said blankly.
"What are you doing with the rice?" Lin Ze frowned, "Aren't you full?"
When Han Xiaoyi heard this, she froze.
Immediately, her eyes turned red, and big tears rolled down from her beautiful eyes. She turned her head, looked at Lin Ze eagerly, and said with a choked voice: "It's late, dinner is here."
What about dinner?
Lin Ze was stunned for a moment.
It turns out that she packed up the leftover food for the next meal.
Lin Ze's eyes were a little sore, he stopped Han Xiaoyi's behavior, and said in a trembling voice: "I'll cook you dinner."
Han Xiaoyi's tears flowed more violently, and she squatted on the ground, leaning against the cupboard door, huddled in the corner, sobbing and choking: "Tomorrow, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow..."
Lin Ze was stunned, looking at the pitiful Han Xiaoyi squatting on the ground, speechless.
Han Xiaoyi hugged Lin Ze's legs tightly, raised her head, tears rolled down her eyes, wetting the makeup she had just put on, and sobbed: "Lin Ze, let's make up, I don't dare anymore... "
