After a while, Yang Taotao stopped and stared blankly at the tub of bath water.
She was reflected in the water in a miserable state, her eyes were dull and dull, and her swollen face still bore clear fingerprints.
Does she look like another woman?
Knock knock knock.
There was a knock on the door, and then the man's tepid voice said: "Taotao, come out to eat."
She was stunned for a moment, wiped the water drops on her face, and replied: "Oh, it's coming."
Standing up and stepping out of the bathtub, Yang Taotao pulled the towel around himself and slowly tested the water droplets on his body.
After putting on her pajamas, she took a hairdryer to blow her wet hair.
After half an hour, she slowly walked out of the bedroom, took the elevator downstairs and walked to the dining room.
From a distance, you could see Qi Yifeng sitting there, with his head slightly lowered, as if he was thinking about something and seemed to be in deep concentration.
Her action of pulling up the chair and sitting down brought him back to his senses in an instant. He smiled slightly at her: "Why does it take so long? You sit down and I'll heat up the food."
Not wanting him to be tired, she said, "No, it's not cold. It doesn't matter if it's cold."
"Hmm... okay then, I'll go spoon the soup."
Qi Yifeng walked into the kitchen and soon came out with two bowls of smoking soup.
Give one bowl to her and put the other bowl in front of yourself.
He said: "Last time you said the abalone and chicken were delicious and sweet enough. This time I specially added more ingredients to cook it. It should taste better than last time. You can try it."
"Well, it smells delicious." She picked up the spoon and flicked it on the soup.
There is a slight trace of chicken stock oil floating on the surface of the soup, not much, and the portion is just right.
She lowered her head to take a sip and praised: "It tastes really good, better than last time."
"As long as it tastes good, drink more."
"OK."
Qi Yifeng looked at her, his eyes softened, and he lowered his head to take a spoonful of soup to drink.
It is indeed very sweet and has a sweet and delicious taste.
During the meal, Qi Yifeng would find topics to chat from time to time, and Yang Taotao would answer questions and ask him questions from time to time.
His appearance was no different from usual, but everyone clearly knew that there was a thorn in their hearts.
He was because of Yan Mubei's matter, and she was because of Qi'er's matter, but they were just tacitly understanding each other.
After the meal, Yang Taotao helped clear away the dishes, but Qi Yifeng didn't want her to do this and drove her to the living room to sit.
Naturally, his eldest son didn't wash it either, so he left it somewhere for the servants to clean later.
He took out the cold salad platter and poured two cups of sluggish green tea out.
I was thinking about how to reconcile with her and talk to her about Yan Mubei again.
He hoped that she would tell Lin Qianqian that she no longer needed to ask Yan Mubei for help.
But how can I tell her so that she won't feel sad?
Toot toot.
When the message sound sounded, Yang Taotao put down the TV remote control and took out his mobile phone to check.
She swiped the screen with her fingertips and pressed the buttons quickly, as if she was replying to a message.
Qi Yifeng sat down next to her, forked the watermelon meat with a small fork, and handed it to her: "Eat the fruit."
She caught it casually, put it to her mouth, took a bite, and kept pressing it with her other hand.
After a while, she stopped and looked at him and smiled: "Watermelon is so sweet. How can there be watermelon in this season?"
"If you like to eat imported out-of-season food, I'll have someone buy it tomorrow."
"Well, okay, do you want to go back to the gang tomorrow?"