"What do you think of the painting?" Wang Yingjun asked.
Jiang Zhihao came back to his senses, took the tea cup, nodded and said: "It's pretty good, but it smells a little lonely, not too sunny."
Wang Yingjun smiled lightly and said: "I am a single woman, why do I need so much sunshine? As long as I like it."
"That's true." Jiang Zhihao took a sip of tea, pointed to a piece of plum blossom embroidery next to him, and asked, "Do you still like embroidery? It's just a bit monotonous."
Wang Yingjun looked at the embroidery, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and she stopped talking.
Jiang Zhihao waited for a while but didn't wait for her answer. He turned around and saw Wang Yingjun's shy look, and couldn't help but be startled.
Then he turned back to look at the embroidery, carefully identified it, suddenly realized something, and asked: "Could this be the bed sheet from that day?"
Wang Yingjun's face suddenly turned redder, her lips opened, but she was too embarrassed to say a word.
This was indeed the sheet I had worn with Jiang Zhihao that day. I didn't want to throw it away, so I cut out the blood-stained part and made it into an embroidery work.
So there is just a bright plum blossom at the door, nothing else.
Seeing her like this, Jiang Zhihao immediately realized that his question was really embarrassing. He couldn't help coughing and said: "You are pretty good at making tea. This tea is good. Where did you buy it?"
Such a blunt change of topic made Wang Yingjun suddenly laugh out loud.
She laughed, and Jiang Zhihao also laughed.
The awkward atmosphere was lifted, and Wang Yingjun was no longer so shy. She looked at the embroidery and said, "This is the most special memory in life, so I want to keep it. I didn't expect you have sharp eyes."
Jiang Zhihao didn't know how to answer this type of topic, so he could only pretend not to hear.
Wang Yingjun knew that he had a relatively passive character, so he didn't care and said, "You watch first, I'll go cook."
"I'll do it." Jiang Zhihao put down the tea cup and said, "You are inconvenient now, so stop working and rest more."
Wang Yingjun shook her head and said: "You can take care of me for a day, but you can't take care of me for a lifetime. I can't always count on you. Don't worry, I'll just cook a meal. I won't be tired."
Jiang Zhihao was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Then... let me help you."
Although he was said to be the striker, Jiang Zhihao actually did the most work, and he did everything he could do.
Although he said that he could not take care of her for the rest of his life, Wang Yingjun felt very at ease when she saw the man busy in front of her.
She enjoyed this rare alone time. Only at this moment did she feel that there was not that far distance between Jiang Zhihao and herself.
While the two were busy in the kitchen, Kong Lijie also returned home.
Kong Dehao was practicing calligraphy at his desk. Kong Lijie ran up to him and said with an aggrieved look: "Dad, I was beaten!"
Kong Dehao raised his head and saw the fingerprints on his face. He couldn't help but sink and said, "Who is so brave and dares to hit you?"