109. Getting along with the Lonely Man and the Widow 9
Why doesn't she care? His injury is equivalent to her future. If he can't get better, she is really willing to take care of him for the rest of his life. But if he gets better by chance, she will also be very happy, because that also means that she doesn't have to violate it.
My true wish is to give up my feelings for my senior brother and cut off the lingering longing that has persisted for many years.
She hoped that he would bring good news.
Looking forward eagerly, not daring to rush or rush.
Watching him dry her hair slowly, he found some dry pajamas, handed them to her, and asked her to change into the one that was mostly wet.
By the time she came out of the bedroom, Feng Xing had already gotten into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.
This was the first time that he made something for her to eat with his own hands.
Before today, Qianxun had never thought that a person like Fengxing could skillfully operate pots and pans, and he had the aura of a living room and a kitchen inside.
Cut fresh oranges, throw them into the juicer, press the switch, on the other side, the fire on the stove preheats the pot, two golden fried eggs, perfect shape, freshly baked, fragrant bread, sandwiched
Put brightly colored vegetables on top, add bacon and sausage to the pan for the omelette, and after a while, the aroma will overflow.
"Master Feng, you are so amazing." Qianxun stood at the door, watching his busy and well-regulated movements, which were extremely fast and skillful, as if he were a chef in a five-star hotel. Every movement was worthy of being praised.
Called art, it is so perfect that it is astonishing.
She thought he was the kind of person who needed maids to serve him, or a regular customer who frequented various high-end restaurants. Otherwise, he might die if there was no one to cook for him.
She still remembered that when she first moved in to take care of him, the kitchen was neat and clean with no smell of oil smoke, and there was nothing else in the refrigerator except beer.
I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it.
Can't people be judged by their appearance? She finally understood what this meant.
"Why don't you come over and help carry it out." In the other room, Feng Xing, who had finished his performance, put the wooden shovel in his hand into the pool, and his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling fell on Qian Xun, whose mouth opened in an O shape.
"Okay, here we go." She responded happily, her stomach was very upset and roared for a long time, which made her face turn red and she didn't dare to look at Feng Xing's expression.
Feng Xing did not ask for breakfast to be delivered to the room and enjoyed it alone as usual.
He sat down opposite Qianxun, took out two walnuts from nowhere, and said he wanted to peel the walnut kernels for her to eat.
After searching for a long time, I couldn't find anything I wanted.
Finally, simply hold them together in the palm of your hand, squeeze your fingers together, and apply force with your palms.
Then, the thick-skinned pecans made a few crackling sounds. Fengxing's expression remained unchanged, she opened her palms, picked out the intact walnut kernels one by one, and placed them in the small crystal dish in front of her.
Qianxun was dumbfounded, staring at his hand over and over again.
Is it an illusion? Or, the walnut already had cracks, so it was crushed lightly and naturally shattered. The force acting on it was just a small inducement and did not play a key role.
She touched two whole walnuts and clenched them into fists.
The skin was in sharp pain, and the stress point was too small. Even if there was friction between the two walnuts, it would not be that easy to crush them.