Jing Jiaren never thought that she was very accomplished. She only knew it after watching the video once, as if she knew it herself.
She added salt and ingredients based on her own estimation...
I thought it would be bad when I made it for the first time, but who knew it turned out to be great in appearance and taste.
The poached eggs are heart-shaped, and the rice balls are pressed into small rabbits with a grinder...
Jing Jiaren found the lunch box and arranged the food layer by layer.
From the beginning to the end, Leng Lintian leaned on the back of his chair and looked at her intently.
Jing Jiaren had so many ingredients that she couldn't fit them into her lunch box, so she was thinking of getting rid of her.
"Leave it to me." Three faint words sounded.
Jing Jiaren was surprised.
"I have never tasted something you made with such care..." He narrowed his eyes and said mockingly, "Sharing happiness?"
"Leng Lintian, this is the leftover food I made for other men, can you eat it?"
"Why not?"
"..." Just thinking about it makes me feel hurt.
Regardless of her wishes, Jing Jiaren packed the remaining ingredients in zip-keeping bags and prepared to throw them away.
One hand grasped her wrist, and Leng Lintian's breath approached: "Give it to me."
"Are you sick? There are no women in the world, and you are humiliating yourself like this?"
Leng Lintian smiled lowly: "Without you, I feel like living is meaningless... What do you think?"
His handsome face was forced down, Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised, she let go of her hand, and the fresh-keeping bag fell into the trash can.
Is there no point in living?
Jing Jiaren forced his hand away: "In this world, no one can live without the other. Besides, we don't have any emotional basis? Your love for me comes out of nowhere."
"..."
Leng Lintian's eyes fell on the trash can, and he sneered at the corner of his mouth: "All I want is your remaining feelings, and you are stingy about giving it to me? Would you rather throw it into the trash can?"
"Leng Lintian, if you are a bad man, I may not care what you think. However, I can't hurt you. I can't give you feelings, so I can't drag you...wasting your time."
"I do."
"Wake up!"
Jing Jiaren felt she had nothing to say, so she walked around him with her lunch box and left.
Leng Lintian followed her footsteps: "Jing Jiaren, I said I am willing! My kindness to you is all wishful thinking!"
Jing Jiaren stood at the door and turned back: "Then have you asked me if I want to? I don't want to owe you, and I don't want to carry the baggage of feelings!"
"..."
Jing Jiaren couldn't wait to slam the door and go out, rushing out of the yard in one breath. It wasn't until she stood on the side of the road that she remembered that she didn't bring her wallet, she was carrying a lunch box, and she was wearing an apron and sleeves.
She was stunned for a moment, then took off her apron and sleeves.
I’m still wearing house slippers on my feet…
She wanted to go back, but she didn't even bring the key, and Jing's father was not at home today.
Go back and face Leng Lintian?
Jing Jiaren was extremely depressed. What time was it now? It was already dark...
It gets dark quite late in midsummer, it’s estimated to be at least 7:30 now. (Xiaolong PS: It’s summer now, and the Snow Sculpture Square mentioned earlier uses artificial snow)
Has Ximen Longting set off?
Jing Jiaren hesitated, not knowing whether to go back or continue. While she was worrying about herself, a BMW pulled over and honked its horn.
Leng Lintian hooked up a pair of silver crystal shoes: "I brought your shoes."
"..."
"The princess is going on a date, how can she miss out on her glass slippers?"