His home, her home—until now, the little person can still clearly distinguish them.
Yi Xiangxi suddenly felt a strong impulse: He might as well talk to Qiao Xiaomai and explain it clearly. No, he must explain it clearly.
He didn't care whether it would anger Qiao Xiaomai and kept sending the child to the door. However, General Tie opened the door. Xiaobai took out the key and opened the door. The room was deserted. There was a note on the refrigerator. When he opened the refrigerator, a sumptuous meal was already prepared.
The child sighed: "Oh, Sister Mai hasn't come back yet."
Yi Xiangxi breathed a sigh of relief for some reason and immediately said: "Xiaobai, I'll heat up some food for you. You do your homework first. Wait a moment and we'll eat together."
The child was happily accompanied by others. He quickly finished his homework and ran to the kitchen again. He kept asking: "Uncle Yi, I took the dishes and chopsticks out... I washed my hands..."
The food was put on the table, with two bowls and chopsticks. Yi Xiangxi held the bowl and felt all kinds of things in his heart. Boiled shrimps, cold lean meat, Chinese cabbage and braised chicken soup... It seems that Qiao Xiaomai has always arranged the children's meals well.
Not bad. Xiaobai ate it with relish. He looked up and saw that Yi Xiangxi was motionless. He immediately put a shrimp in his bowl and said, "Uncle, you eat it."
He takes a bite.
"Uncle, these are the dishes made by Sister Mai. Do you like to eat them? You can eat this. Sister Mai's cold lean meat is my favorite. Sister Mai often makes it for me, and she will make more.
There are many dishes, boiled fish, boiled meat slices, cold chicken nuggets, grilled lamb chops... Sister Mai can cook everything, and she can also make tiramisu..."
She put down her chopsticks and jumped to open the refrigerator. Sure enough, there was a freshly made tiramisu in a crystal-clear glass, which looked very, very cute.
"Sister Mai said that you can only eat this kind of cold food after meals, and you can't eat too much, but I really like it...Uncle, you can eat this today..."
Facing this table of delicacies, Yi Xiangxi felt uneasy - in a daze, he thought of those two months. Was there a warm time? There was a time when he went back to her every night.
The meals have been prepared, and the dishes change every day. There are almost no repetitions of the dishes. For a short moment, he also forgot that it was a tool for his revenge - mistakenly thinking that it was his life during love...
In this life, it was the only feeling that he felt at home.
But, why did I crush this feeling with my own hands?
If he didn't take revenge later - at least, he wouldn't retaliate against Xiaomai like that, he wouldn't torture her like that, he wouldn't let her suffer the humiliation of facing Bingbing, and he wouldn't do everything possible to destroy her... the scene between the two would not be what it is today.
?
He didn't dare to think about it and just tasted this homemade tiramisu spoon by spoon.
He is not a dessert lover, and he hates eating such greasy things. However, today, one spoonful after another, it was as cold as a spoonful, and it felt as if his heart was frozen.
The child didn't know what the adults were thinking, and kept chirping, watching cartoons, telling stories, and going to the window sill to look at the newly opened flowerpots... Yi Xiangxi was in this small space, and finally slowly noticed
When I get a hint of popularity, I feel happy in my heart, and a kind of greed arises - if I can stay, Xiaobai, I would rather stay here to accompany you!