Qianqiu was lying on Guan Lang's lap in a cross-legged posture.
Amidst the soft ticking sound, the cat's claw pliers were trimming its overly long claws.
Guan Lang heard the yawn and raised his head slightly.
She saw Qin Yanxi sitting on the sofa with a blank look on her face, half of her face still showing the red mark from lying on her side.
It took a long time for her to wake up from her dazed state.
His eyes caught a glimpse of the familiar figure sitting relaxedly on the sofa under the warm yellow light, with a reassuring smile on his face.
Oh, she is at Guan Lang's house.
I was originally waiting for the rice dumplings to be steamed, but the longer I waited, the more sleepy I became, so I lay down and squinted for a while, and unexpectedly I fell asleep all night.
But it sounds like sleeping here is quite comfortable.
Perhaps because of someone's presence, even the air is filled with a pleasant and peaceful smell.
"Seeing that you were sleeping too deeply, I didn't wake you up. There shouldn't be anything urgent for you, right?"
"I'm going to wash my face first." Qin Yanxi brushed her hair and stood up.
"Yeah, by the way, I've already prepared dinner. Let's stay and eat together." Guan Lang let go of Qianqiu who had just trimmed his claws and looked reluctant, and said smoothly.
Without waiting for her response, he walked into the kitchen and heated up the food.
Judging by the time, Wu Yazhen will be home soon.
Qin Yanxi stood in front of the small bookshelf on the wall of the living room, picking up the books inside and flipping through them with some interest.
"Audiovisual Language of Animated Films", "Mastery of Animation Time", "Kinematics of Human Body Structure for Art"
After flipping through it, she closed the book.
Well, they are all books that she has no interest in.
But Guan Lang is really amazing at being able to read these books, except he doesn't look like an architecture student.
Is he still learning this?
Qin Yanxi doesn't watch much animation. The few animations she has watched are probably Doraemon or some recently released animated movies.
Several draft notes Guan Lang took while reading fell from the pages, and Qin Yanxi gently picked up the paper.
Looking at the symbols, neat handwriting and some exquisite human body animations written on it, she curled her eyes, her gentle eyes were smiling, and her eyes were shining brightly.
Being able to work so hard in the field that interests her is truly her kind of person.
Through the slightly sloppy but strong handwriting, Qin Yanxi seemed to see him leaning over his desk to read and record notes.
Although the filming schedules recorded in those notes, the calculation of the movement time of inanimate objects, the transmission of force through jointed limbs, etc., were all things she did not understand, she did not find them boring either.
"Yazhen, come wash your hands and eat."
It wasn't until Guan Lang's voice sounded that her thoughts broke away from the notes.
The moment she looked up, she suddenly saw a pair of unblinking eyes staring at her.
For a moment, she was a little panicked under the gaze of these eyes that seemed to be able to speak, and she felt like she was being seen through.
Wu Yazhen looked at her, but didn't say anything. She just smiled and nodded: "Sister Xi, we are ready for dinner."
"Yeah." Qin Yanxi put the notes back to their original places with some shame.
I don’t know if I had any strange expression just now?
There shouldn't be one, right?
Wu Yazhen blinked and looked at her who was pretending to be calm, then turned to look at Guan Lang who was taking out the food from the kitchen and setting it on the plate.
Sure enough, what she had guessed before was right.
The kind of yearning that you really like and express naturally cannot be hidden.
"Cousin, let me help with the food!" Wu Yazhen raised the corner of her mouth slightly and raised her arm to ask for help.
On the dinner table.
Because Qin Yanxi fell asleep this afternoon, almost all the dishes on the table were cooked by him. Only a plate of steamed rice dumplings was made by her.)'s cooking skills are very close to the level four level. He is very fond of
I am now very confident in my cooking skills.
Guan Lang stretched his neck and drank the soup in one gulp.
Tasty and delicious! As expected of me!
Putting down the bowl and preparing to pick up the vegetables, his eyes glanced at Wu Yazhen's face.
"What's wrong?" He touched his cheek in confusion.
Wu Yazhen, who was sitting opposite him, seemed to have been looking at him with a smile since she sat down at the dinner table.
A pair of talking eyes seemed to be whispering, "I know it all, but I just won't say it."
Guan Lang looked at her and saw that some of his hands were not hands and his feet were not feet. He almost thought that he had left something in the hands of his little cousin.
"No." Wu Yazhen smiled and shook her head.
Guan Lang hesitantly put the rice into his mouth with his chopsticks.
Why do you feel that your cousin is so weird today? And she has become a little more active. Did you encounter something good in school? Could it be that someone confessed your love to you?
It’s really the throbbing of adolescence.
Guan Lang suddenly felt that the youthful era of receiving small notes had come to an end.
"Hmm! This rice dumpling is delicious!" Wu Yazhen took a small bite on the cone-shaped rice dumpling, and her eyes suddenly lit up. "Cousin, you didn't make it, right?"
"" Guan Lang was silent for a while.
He admitted that his current cooking skills were indeed inferior to Qin Yanxi's, but it should only be a little bit behind. Why did it sound like his cooking skills were poor?
"Can't it be me?" Guan Lang said depressedly.
"Brother Lang's cooking is also very delicious. I don't feel tired of it at all now. It's just that the taste is different from Sister Xi's, and the cooking skills can still give me a different feeling." Wu Yazhen explained. "
Speaking of which, Sister Xi made a lot of rice dumplings?"
Guan Lang felt a little comforted when her cooking skills were recognized. Whether she is a professional chef or a housewife/househusband, the most gratifying thing is probably that the dishes she cooked are recognized in person. "Sister Xi has cooked a lot, and it is still frozen in the refrigerator."
How about a big bag? If you are hungry, you can take it out and heat it at any time."
"Well, Yazhen, if you like to eat, tell me at any time and I can make some." Qin Yanxi said her first words after sitting at the dinner table, her face blushing a little.
I always feel like what I say sounds like bribery to some extent?
"Yeah." Wu Yazhen nodded her little head vigorously, and gently held Qin Yanxi's fair arm with her arms.
Huh? Guan Lang took a mouthful of rice and tilted his head.
It always feels like the relationship between these two people suddenly became much closer. What happened?
No matter what, let's eat. Guan Lang couldn't guess the reason and concentrated on filling his stomach.
Even though I didn’t do any physical work in the afternoon, my concentrated reading also consumed a lot of energy.
"I'm stuffed!"
"I also"
"Then I'll wash the dishes!"
After the three of them finished dinner, they helped clear away the dishes.
Qianqiu was lying on the floor eating from the cat bowl, staring at the last two small dried fish in the small blue bowl with a pair of cat eyes, and was debating whether to finish it in one go.
After all, precious resources like dried fish are not available for every meal.
The Twolegs would only serve some when they were in a good mood. Today was an unexpected situation. There were a lot of small dried fish in the dinner for no reason, but it was very happy.
It doesn't care if the Twolegs are intermittently merciful or if they accidentally inflict a few too many programming errors.
Sure enough, only when you have dried fish can you live a promising life!
It raised its head slightly and meowed softly. It carefully picked up the remaining dried fish and decided to store it.