After Lin Xiaohui left, the whole house seemed quieter. The doctor did not prescribe medicine for her, but just said that she would recover after a day of rest.
At noon, she went to look at Le Zhen and Le Zhu's room. Both babies were sleeping soundly, and she finally felt relieved.
Tang Qianrong has been in his room since then. An Jingxing naturally wouldn't disturb him if he could, but after seeing that he still hadn't eaten anything after most of the morning, An Jingxing was so hungry that he planned to go to the kitchen.
Cook yourself some noodles.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he bumped into Tang Qianrong walking down the stairs.
Seeing An Jingxing, Tang Qianrong's eyes flashed slightly and his expression was the same as usual: "Cooking?"
he asked.
An Jingxing was stunned for a moment before lowering his head and saying, "I'm going to cook some noodles."
After saying that, I felt something was wrong and quickly added: "Mr. Tang, do you want to eat too?"
"Well, cook me one too." Tang Qianrong said, walked to the dining table, sat down where he sat yesterday, took today's earliest Wall Street newspaper on the table and started reading.
Thinking of the scene where the two of them had noodles together last night, An Jingxing felt a little nervous for some reason.
Beat eggs and boil water with skillful movements.
Just when An Jingxing was about to put the noodles into the pot, a deep voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Yesterday's noodles were too hard, the eggs were too old, there was too much salt, and the tomatoes were overcooked."
Tang Qianrong's voice was not loud, but every time An Jingxing heard it, her face turned red. Yesterday was the first time she cooked noodles for others. Although she didn't expect him to give a good comment, she was so direct and unabashed.
Being so picky still made her a little embarrassed.
"Hug...sorry."
"After Xiaohui leaves, you will take over her job. I will find someone else to do the cleaning. But you will be responsible for the cooking. I am not used to eating food cooked by strangers." Tang Qianrong looked at his hands.
The newspaper has a natural attitude.
An Jingxing didn't feel anything was wrong, but she didn't expect that Tang Qianrong, who was so picky, would leave the cooking job to her.
I originally wanted to refuse, but then I thought of what he said about not being used to eating food cooked by strangers. I hesitated a little. Does this mean that this man started to trust me?
If so, wouldn't it be too rude to refuse directly? Thinking of this, An Jingxing finally nodded.
This time, An Jingxing's noodles were ordered according to Tang Qianrong's request. Tang Qianrong didn't say anything, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
Tang Qianrong's eating posture was very elegant and pleasing to the eye. As he watched Tang Qianrong finish all the noodles, An Jingxing realized that although this man was very picky, he could not eat any of the noodles he cooked no matter last night or today.
Eat whatever is left.
Maybe it's out of respect... After all, he is a very gentleman man.
It must be like this.
Not allowing himself to think too much, An Jingxing hurriedly cleared the table and put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher. After washing, he dried them and put them in the disinfection cabinet. He thought that Tang Qianrong had left long ago, but he didn't expect to look back.
, Tang Qianrong was still sitting in his original position, looking at himself deeply.
If in normal times, a man looked at her like this, she would almost think that he might be her secret crush, but now, she would never think so.
After all, this man...the word "crush" doesn't fit at all! Moreover, she knew that she was not attractive to this extent.
"You said last time that you would help me earn 100 million. Now, do you still have confidence?" The man spoke slowly, his deep voice sounding like a beautiful cello, and the sound was catchy and exciting.
