Passing through the living room and entrance hall, Wen Siheng was preparing food on the kitchen counter when he saw her walking to the kitchen and looking around.
"What are you looking for?" Wen Siheng asked, "I plan to make cheese cream pasta tonight, is that okay?"
As if Jian Anran didn't see him, she walked straight through the kitchen and groped on the wall near the Chinese kitchen.
As if he sensed that something was wrong with Jian Anran's mood, Wen Siheng stopped preparing the dishes, walked to her, and reached out to tuck the hair hanging on her face behind her ears.
"What are you looking for? Let me help you."
Different from usual, Jian Anran pushed his hand away in disgust, turned her head away, and didn't want to pay attention to him.
Although she is now living under someone else's roof, Jian Anran still feels that she has some self-respect.
What's wrong with sleeping in his vacant second bedroom? There's no need to be so insulting by dragging his suitcase to the nanny's room without saying a word.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved. Jian Anran's nose couldn't stop feeling sore, her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't lift them up, and her eye circles were getting redder and redder.
"What's wrong? Want to go home?" Wen Siheng's voice melted into Jian Anran's eardrums.
She usually liked his voice very much, it was extremely gentle, low and cold, and Jian Anran wished she could record it and listen to it ten or eight times a day.
But thinking that the other party was looking at her in a condescending manner, extreme grievances came to her heart, and Jian Anran felt unprecedented humiliation.
"Bah, bang," finally feeling the invisible door in the wall decoration, Jane Anran opened it and looked inside.
Eh? It's empty? There's not even a bed. There are only a few shelves in the small room.
"Are you looking for this?" Wen Siheng's tone was a bit incredulous.
After connecting several scenes and the aggrieved villain in front of him, he immediately understood what was going on.
Finger brushing the tears hanging on Jian Anran's eyelashes, Wen Siheng lowered his head and placed his warm lips on her forehead.
"What you're worried about won't happen."
When Jian Anran finally calmed down, Wen Siheng held her hand tightly and walked to the bedroom.
Opening the cream-white double doors of the master bedroom, a suitcase covered with labels is placed at the door of the cloakroom.
"You sleep in the master bedroom."
After staring down at her suitcase for five seconds, Jian Anran said in a low voice: "Ah? Give me the master bedroom? Then where will you sleep?"
Wen Siheng:.
"Are you hungry? Let's eat first." His trick of twisting and turning in front of Jian Anran's body did not work. Wen Siheng planned to express his position more directly from next time.
"Aren't you still preparing food?" Jian Anran said and was about to open the suitcase.
"So you didn't see me?"
Thinking of the gaffe and ridiculous idea just now, Jian Anran's ears turned red.
"Actually." Wen Siheng looked hesitant, "I'm not very good at cooking either."
Jian Anran raised her head and glanced at him. The two looked at each other for ten seconds, then turned around and took out her mobile phone to open the blue takeout app.
"Wait!" Wen Siheng stopped him, "I can learn."
"At least the taste of the pasta is guaranteed. I used to cook it when I was in school."
"You still cooked for yourself when you were in school?"
Jian Anran didn't know much about the experience of studying abroad. She thought that those who studied abroad were mostly children of the wealthy class, who could probably go to a restaurant for a while.
"I don't know if you have heard of the saying that Britain is a food desert. Apart from going to Chinese restaurants, if you want to improve your food, you can only rely on cooking by yourself." Wen Siheng explained.
Jian Anran suddenly realized with an "Oh", and recalled the British students who had read about it on Xiaohongshu before, and indeed often saw them complaining about the local food.
The cheese cream pasta was ready quickly and was steaming hot when served.
Jian Anran followed the example in the TV series seriously, rolling up a handful of noodles gracefully with a fork and putting it into her mouth. Only then did she notice Wen Siheng next to him, who looked like he was expecting feedback.
His eyelashes are very long and beautiful, and the direct light from the warm bar lamp forms a fan-shaped shadow under his eyelids.
Her eyes blinked as if they were about to squeeze out water. For the first time, Jian Anran wanted to use the word "sweet girl" on a man.
"tasty."
After getting the feedback he wanted, Wen Siheng breathed a sigh of relief.
"Your family is like this." Jian Anran just said, and was immediately corrected by Wen Siheng.
"It's also your home."
"Okay." Jian Anran immediately changed her mind, "Our family is so big, will it be hard to maintain hygiene?"
The only nanny's room was converted into a storage room. Jian Anran was a little curious. Would people living in such a house actually do the cleaning themselves?
She thought that living in such a mansion, the people inside would casually greet her as their "servant Mary".
I thought carefully about whether it was right for me to rely on someone else to help me with the cleaning. Jian Anran's waist started to hurt when she thought about such a large area.
Wen Siheng pointed to the corner to the side, and looking in the direction of his finger, Jian Anran discovered the sweeping robot being charged in the corner.
“Sweeping and mopping are all in one, so you don’t have to worry too much about it.”
"Such a large area cannot be swept for a long time?"
Jian Anran thought of her aunt's sweeping robot, which had to be charged two or three times to clean a house of about 120 square meters.
Looking around, there are corridors that are long enough for cats and dogs to parkour, and the sweeping robot must not work hummingly all day long.
"So I prepared three." Wen Siheng said, "The dining area, living room, and bedroom are all equipped, and it was solved quickly."
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Jian Anran, who has to think twice about buying a 15-yuan cup of milk tea, doesn't quite understand this state of mind.
"It's usually enough to have a sweeping robot. I can learn to cook, and there will be hourly workers to do other cleaning work every week. I don't really like having outsiders at home."
"I'm also an outsider." Jian Anran muttered, her voice was very low, but Wen Siheng caught her immediately.
"You are not an outsider," his eyes curled up, "you are an insider."
"What?" She felt her cheeks getting hot, and Jian Anran immersed herself in eating hard, trying not to let the other party notice.
After finishing the meal, Wen Siheng stood up, put the plates and forks in the dishwasher, and briefly tidied up the island where he had just eaten.
Glancing towards the living room, I saw that the Barcelona chair that Jian Anran loved so much was empty.
The door of the master bedroom deep in the corridor was closed, and only the light in the second bedroom was on. Wen Siheng walked in and saw that the suitcase was spread out on the ground, and Jian Anran carefully hung up her clothes one by one.
Wen Siheng's eyes gradually darkened, he crossed his arms on his chest, turned his head to the side and leaned lightly against the door frame. Jian Anran in the room did not notice him.
After finally putting away her clothes, Jian Anran stood up and looked into Wen Siheng's dim eyes.
