Jiang Yu looked at the chicken drumstick she handed over, without reaching out, and silently took a breath in anger at her words.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhong Shaoyu paused: "Oh, I understand."
Jiang Yu's eyes shone slightly.
"I almost forgot, you love cleanliness the most." Zhong Shaoyu changed a piece of oil paper and wrapped the chicken legs in the air, and handed it to him again: "Okay, this way you won't get your hands dirty."
Jiang Yu thought that the hope that just emerged from his heart was like a joke, and his face instantly darkened: "Get out."
How do you say you change your face when you change your face?
Zhong Shaoyu blinked his eyes, thinking that he didn't say anything wrong or do anything wrong.
She was so considerate and meticulous, what else could he be dissatisfied with?
Zhong Shaoyu didn't go out and put the chicken legs back into the lotus leaves on the table, "You can eat them later if you want."
She wrapped the lotus leaves back intact, and quietly looked at Jiang Yu. Seeing that his face was still not very good-looking, but he had no intention of driving her away, she looked around the room and said, "I'll help you."
Make a bed."
Jiang Yu ignored her at all.
Zhong Shaoyu took him as acquiescence, walked to the bed and neatly spread the quilt for him. When she was done, she turned back to observe him secretly, and found that the coldness between his brows and eyes had dissipated a lot, although he still had that kind of repulsive look.
The indifference of being thousands of miles away, but a lot less aggressive.
The big devil is really quite unpredictable.
The temper comes inexplicably, and the temper disappears inexplicably.
Zhong Shaoyu murmured in his heart, pulled the sheets, and saw that there were no creases at all. Then he clapped his hands as if he was done, turned around and said, "It's done."
Jiang Yu treated her like nothing and still didn't say anything.
Zhong Shaoyu sat opposite him, poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and looked up at Jiang Yu, "Hey, do you think I look good like this?"
As her words settled, Jiang Yu glanced at her indifferently, and then couldn't look away.
The girl's clothes turned into a bright red wedding dress, making her already fair skin glow like gelatin.
Zhong Shaoyu had long been used to Jiang Yu's silence. She changed her clothes again, and it was still a bright red wedding dress: "What about this one?"
As she spoke, she changed again.
Finally, she changed back to her original clothes, dragged her chin, and looked at Jiang Yu who was looking at her intently with a smile: "Which one do you like?"
Jiang Yu suddenly woke up and lowered his eyelashes, as if to hide something: "Bored."
Zhong Shaoyu frowned and pouted dissatisfiedly: "You choose one."
Jiang Yu looked away, "No choice."
After a pause, he added: "They are all ugly."
"..."
Zhong Shaoyu was silent for a moment, ignoring his sarcasm: "Forget it, I won't bother you, old man, I will choose it myself."
While talking, there was a tray on the table, with a set of neatly crafted wedding dresses placed on it.
Zhong Shaoyu stared at the wedding dress and thought for a while, then muttered a few words plausibly, and then there was another set of jewelry on the table that matched the wedding dress: "Okay, now it's all done."
Jiang Yu glanced at what she had worked out, as if he really thought she was bored, and gave a slight sneer.
Zhong Shaoyu didn't argue with him. She checked among a pile of festive and luxurious wedding clothes, and then put on a red hijab. Then she raised her head and looked at Jiang Yu opposite: "Jiang Yu."
Jiang Yu looked at her casually.
Facing his gaze, Zhong Shaoyu said again: "Let's get married."