The young man in front of me looked at me steadily, suddenly took two steps towards me, and raised his hand towards me.
I subconsciously wanted to hide, but he held my shoulder with one hand and put his hand over my head.
"Sen Yetong, what are you doing?" I shook my shoulders, but his hand didn't move at all.
His hand lightly touched the top of my head. When he took it back, he picked up a cherry blossom petal on his fingertips and chuckled: "Finally spoke?"
The petals were blown away from his fingertips, and the hand on my shoulder was retracted. Sumeye Hitomi said, "Do you know where the kitchen is?"
My eyes widened, he was a dignified young master of the Cen family...
"What are you looking at? If you know, just say you know. If you don't know, just say you don't know!" His tone was slightly annoyed, and he reached out and flicked my forehead, which hurt a little.
The Sum Yetong in front of me overlapped with the person who blinked at me before, as if the person in front of me was the real person, and the person standing next to Jun Xiaoqing just now was just a cold decoration.
I thought about it and shook my head seriously.
It was only the second time I came to Jun's house. The first time was New Year's Eve, but I didn't even have a bite of food, let alone where to open the kitchen door of Jun's house.
I thought he would let me go if I said I didn't know, but unexpectedly, he grabbed my hand with his backhand, pointed in a certain direction, and walked quickly over.
I wanted to shake him off, but he was much stronger and held me tightly, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake him off.
"Aren't you hungry? I seem to hear your stomach growling." Sum Yetong said.
"No!" I retorted. In fact, I was indeed a little hungry.
Jun's house was really big, so he dragged me through it for about ten minutes, and finally stopped in front of the kitchen door.
Sumino Hitomi winked at me, let go of my hand and said, "We're here."
From the outside, it doesn't look like a kitchen at all, but it's hard to tell. Even the kitchen in Jun's house is probably very big.
"How do you know this is the kitchen?" I asked.
Sumino Hitomi pointed to her nose.
I laughed: "So you are a dog."
Chen Yetong was stunned for a moment, then moved his eyes and said while pushing the door open: "You are very sharp-tongued."
If he didn't remind me, I would have forgotten that I said more than one sentence tonight. This is the first time since Jun Changqian that I have said so many words to a person, even my close uncle Zhong or Yu who I see often.
Beidu has never said so much.
The kitchen is indeed very large. It is probably used to prepare the old man's dinner. The ingredients in the kitchen are fully prepared, and some already processed dishes are placed on the chopping board. The strange thing is that it is empty and there is no one in it.
"What do you want to eat?" Sen Yetong asked me.
I blinked and looked at him: "You do it?"
"Yeah." He responded briefly, took some vegetables on a plate, mixed the salad dressing and handed it to me: "Take it."
I followed him blankly, watching him take out some baked snacks from the oven and put them on the tray I was holding, as if he were picking up a buffet.
Salads, pastries, even a steak, and pizza.
I thought it was probably enough. It wouldn't be that much for two people. If he was discovered, I'd rather say that he, a guest's child, would be laughed at if he went to the host's kitchen to get something to eat.
I heard someone talking, and just as I was about to remind Sum Yetong, he quickly waved to me and pushed open a door on the other side.
