"That's my room, Mr. Wan. We don't know each other well enough to visit the room!"
Although she hadn't used that room much, it was still a man she had only met a few times.
Li Jinghan smiled and said, "I just want to visit your place. What else can I do even if I go in?"
Li Jinghan did not open that door without Feng Qingqing's consent.
He took a cold drink and sat down on the sofa. Thinking about the ingredients he bought today, he started ordering.
"For lunch, I want to eat rice, sweet and sour pork ribs, fried garlic sprouts, garlic shrimp, fried clams, and a mushroom soup."
Feng Qingqing rolled her eyes at him, "You have to be lucky that I can cook these home-cooked dishes. If it's more troublesome, I won't be able to do it."
She quickly went to the kitchen and got busy.
Li Jinghan wanted to eat the home-cooked food she cooked. That night, when he was carried back, he still couldn't forget the smell of the noodle soup. If it weren't for Feng Qingqing's suspicion, he would have ordered a side.
Li Jinghan put the cold drink on the table, stood up and walked to the kitchen door, where he saw a busy woman inside.
Her ponytail is still tied high, and she wears a fruit green apron. She has a slender figure and decent clothes.
Just a silhouette, Li Jinghan found it pleasing to the eye.
Compared with Feng Qingqing's dress, every aspect of her original appearance was something he admired.
He had never felt that there was a woman more beautiful than her, and Li Jinghan felt a little moved.
Feeling the line of sight at the door, Feng Qingqing turned her face to look, and quickly frowned. She felt that Li Jinghan was blocking the door, and the feeling of oppression came over her instantly.
"Can you please stop being blocked over there? My room is small, and if there is one more person in my room, you will feel cramped."
Li Jinghan leaned against the door and said with a smile, "I think it's pretty good. I can see you in a small place within two steps."
If you were in a manor, you would need to call someone for a long time. You may not be able to call someone, and you would also have to make a phone call.
Feng Qingqing felt that she was being teased by Li Jinghan. She frowned and stopped what she was doing.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not your fiancée."
It's not his fiancée, it's just his wife who lives in the same room with him every day and rubs his face every day.
It was all up to her to clean herself and change clothes.
Li Jinghan thought about how Feng Qingqing would react if she knew the truth.
By then, she must be very interesting!
"What if it really happens in the future?" Wan Jing asked back.
Feng Qingqing sneered, "Your Wanjing family has a great career, and you also said that I am the killer of the Ghost Inn. Do you think it is possible between you and me?"
Even if she has not yet married Li Jinghan, she clearly knows that it is impossible for her and Wan Jing.
"If you don't try it, how will you know?"
Li Jinghan didn't bother him anymore and returned to the small living room.
Feng Qingqing thought to herself that she knew everything without trying.
Li Jinghan walked to the window and looked down, taking in a panoramic view of the city center.
Feng Qingqing continued to be busy in the kitchen. Although the place was small, it was well-equipped. Steaming rice and soup had already been arranged.
Except for the sweet and sour pork ribs, which takes a while, the rest don't take much time.
With the aroma of fragrance coming and the sound of busy kitchen, Li Jinghan felt that this was probably the smell of home.
Even in the villa or at his mother's side in the Li family's old house, he had never felt like this before.
When the cooked dishes were brought to the dining table, Feng Qingqing felt a little emotional.
This is the first time she has cooked so much food in such a long time since she has lived here.
In the past, even when she came back to stay, she would always order a takeaway or bring a few foods when she came up.
After cleaning the dishes and chopsticks again, she loaded up the rice and walked out.
After placing the rice, Li Jinghan had already gotten up and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.
When he looked at the dishes on the table, they looked quite good.
The sweet and sour pork ribs are cooked in a particularly beautiful color, the garlic sprouts are green in color, and the garlic shrimp smells delicious.
The fried clams are also made with great effort. Egg drop and green onion are added to the mushroom soup, and a little sesame oil is drizzled on top. The aroma is fragrant.
After Li Jinghan sat down, he felt that the tables and chairs seemed a little lower.
Feng Qingqing also felt it and couldn't help but smile, "That's how it is here. Even the dining table seems small to you."
This living room is small, so it is not suitable to place a dining table and chairs that are too large, otherwise the sofa on the other side will not be able to fit.
She looked at Li Jinghan, who was sitting across from her, and felt that the tables and chairs were pitifully small after being shown off like this.
Li Jinghan didn't care about this. He took a sip of the soup and nodded with satisfaction, "You do have some cooking skills."
"Let's make do with it! As long as Mr. Wan doesn't mind it."
She can still make a few ordinary home-cooked dishes.
She looked at Wan Jing opposite, but he was eating happily. He had tasted every dish, and he seemed to like the sweet and sour pork ribs.
Feng Qingqing took a few bites, and there was a peeled shrimp in the bowl. She looked at him in surprise.
"I can do it myself."
"Peeling shrimps for your fiancée is nothing!" He said and handed the peeled shrimps to Feng Qingqing.
"Who is your fiancée?" She picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up the two shrimps, and put them in his bowl.
Li Jinghan looked at the extra shrimps in the bowl, and this time she peeled them off good-naturedly and put them in her bowl.
Seeing her picking up the chopsticks and about to pick them up, she said, "If you pick them back up again, do you believe I will kiss you?"
This little mouth should taste good.
Feng Qingqing, "..."
She felt that Wan Jing was serious.
Li Jinghan peeled a few more for her, and when she saw that she didn't resist, he was satisfied.
He took out some paper towels and wiped his hands clean. This was Li Jinghan's first time peeling shrimps for others.
She is still a woman with no blood relationship. Even his mother does not have this honor.
During this period, Li Jinghan returned to serving Feng Qingqing as a guest. When she saw the extra food in the bowl, Feng Qingqing became dissatisfied.
"Mr. Wan, can't you please stop picking up food for me? You've already used those chopsticks and they're stained with your saliva."
Li Jinghan, "..."
Is this because you dislike him for being dirty?
How many women in Lingcheng are eager to seek his mercy, but this woman is the only one who despises him?
This is the first time he has been so kind to a woman.
After lunch, Feng Qingqing was about to clear away the dishes, but Li Jinghan had already taken the initiative to clear away the dishes.
"You are already responsible for cooking and cooking. I will wash the dishes."
Feng Qingqing said, "Let me come. I am a guest. How can I let you do these things?"
But Li Jinghan was very nimble with his hands and feet. He cleared away the dishes and went to the kitchen.
The kitchen was not big to begin with, and Feng Qingqing felt spacious when she was in it alone. But with the addition of Li Jinghan, the whole kitchen became crowded, and she could bump into him whenever she turned around.
Li Jinghan was so tall that he put the bowls in the sink, found the dishcloth and started cleaning them.
When Feng Qingqing saw this, she still said, "Mr. Wan, you are not suitable for this!"
She looked at the man who had taken off his mask, sunglasses and peaked cap. That face completely overlapped with Li Jinghan's. How could there be such a similar person in this world.
Li Jinghan turned to look at her, "There's nothing inappropriate about it."
Feng Qingqing didn't know what to do. She thought about it and let him go.
He returned to the room and hid all the suspicious things.
Then he closed the door to the room, sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.
The sound of washing dishes and running water came from the kitchen, and she imagined Wan Jing washing dishes in the kitchen.
This man can actually wash dishes!
After Li Jinghan finished working in the kitchen, he cut the watermelon again.
I found a juicer in the kitchen and squeezed two cups straight away.
Feng Qingqing was a little surprised when Wan Jing brought the watermelon juice. The aroma of watermelon filled the room.
"I didn't expect you to be able to wash dishes and squeeze juice."
That juicer was used for the first time since she moved it in.
Li Jinghan smiled and said, "I know more than that."
Passing the juice to Feng Qingqing, he sat down next to her.
"We can live a prosperous life together. You cook, I wash the dishes, I cut the fruit, and you are responsible for eating."