"Huh?" The corners of Qingting's mouth twitched. He said it after he finished eating. What do you mean? "It's good if you have something to eat. Why should you choose?"
He looked like an uncle and gesticulated, "I also want two poached eggs, fried golden brown, tender and fragrant, with a little vinegar."
Qingting fell down and was defeated by this man. How shameless he was.
"Leng Qirui, don't get too close."
His eyes widened, but he couldn't hide his thick smile, "Hurry up and fry it, I'm still hungry."
Qingting was speechless, who are these people?
If he wants to eat, he can cook it himself, and she won't wait on him.
Two minutes later, Qingting was standing in the kitchen looking for eggs and despised himself. Why should he agree to his unreasonable request?
But this foot just doesn't obey orders, doesn't live up to expectations, and doesn't live up to expectations.
She glared hard at the man following her. He was a bastard, and he even came to supervise the work. It was so shameless.
She felt disgusted in her heart, but she still took out two eggs from the refrigerator, poured an appropriate amount of oil into the pan, heated the oil pan, cracked the egg shells, poured in the eggs with a pop, fried them until golden brown, and turned them over.
After a while, the two poached eggs came out steaming hot and were placed on the plate, exuding an attractive aroma.
"Okay, let's take it and eat it."
She lives alone outside and is self-reliant. Simple noodles and fried eggs are not a problem for her.
But no matter how complicated the cooking was, she was powerless.
Leng Qirui took a bite of the poached egg, sighed with satisfaction, and gently pulled Qingting into his arms. She was startled, and just as she was about to struggle, a sad and happy voice sounded from above her head.
"Tingting, I'm very happy today. Only you and my mommy cooked longevity noodles for me on this day in my life, and you also fried such delicious poached eggs for me."
Countless touches came to his heart, but he didn't say thank you. He didn't want to say it, and they didn't need it between them.
His mommy was a minefield that couldn't be touched. Qingting felt a little sorry for the suffering he had suffered over the years, and asked softly, "What happened to your mommy..."
He said calmly, "After that year, I forgot many things and stopped going into the kitchen."
The cold tone contained countless emotions, including the love, hatred and resentment of more than ten years.
Looking at the expressionless handsome face, her heart ached, and she took the initiative to pick up the poached eggs and feed them to him, "Eat, eat more."
She never comforts people, and he doesn't need it either.
He ate in silence, his bottomless black eyes always staring at her, complicated and difficult to argue, "Next year today, you can also cook noodles for me, okay?"
"..." Mo Ran, she couldn't give him the promise he wanted.
"OK?"
"..."
"OK?"
His increasingly lonely expression made her heart soften, and she couldn't help but sigh softly, "Let's talk about it then."
If she is still alive!
His melancholy expression suddenly disappeared, and his dark pupils suddenly lit up. He was overjoyed and hugged her tightly, "You promised, you are not allowed to be a swindler, do you hear me? Otherwise, I want you to look good."
Qingting looked at the sky speechlessly, knowing that he should not be soft-hearted, and men should not be accustomed to it. Just look at it, you will immediately get the right measure.
But the faint smile at the corner of her mouth revealed her good mood at this time.
When he arrived, he was unconscious, unaware of the people's affairs, and so anxious that he wished he could kill everyone.
When they returned, the two of them were close to each other and in a good mood.
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