"Besides, I always ate takeout before. That was my first time cooking. Shouldn't you be moved and eat it all?"
Su Qiao rolled her eyes, pushed him away, and walked towards the supermarket. "I wanted to be touched, but my taste buds and my stomach disagreed."
"And do you think I'm someone who would put myself in a difficult position?"
Those people who, when in love, foolishly stuff whatever weird food their partner makes into their mouths, and then run to the hospital bathroom to use the WiFi, are all pretty stupid.
This is not love. It's just making trouble for yourself and the other person at the same time.
"Haha, not like it." Du Muhan laughed out loud for the first time.
"That's it, isn't it?"
"Don't be so fussy, go push the cart, it's already past twelve o'clock, you may not be hungry, but I am."
As it was getting late, the two of them, one pushing the cart while the other picked the vegetables, quickly bought the ingredients and went home.
"Let me do it, be careful not to scratch you." When Su Qiao rolled up his sleeves and was about to cut vegetables, Du Muhan picked up the kitchen knife first.
Su Qiao glanced at his left hand which was still wrapped in gauze and said, "How can you, who cut your own hand, be qualified to advise others?"
"Just because I suffered a loss once, I will be more cautious and will not make the same mistake again." Du Muhan said as a matter of course and started cutting cucumbers.
"Just stand by and give orders, so as not to get burned by the oil."
Su Qiao: “…”
"Aren't you afraid of getting burned by the oil? Don't you value your hands very much?" I remember when I cut my hand in the dissection lab, I felt like the sky was falling, and I didn't even know how to stop the bleeding or bandage it.
Du Muhan didn't even raise his head, concentrating on cutting vegetables: "I'm very careful, it won't happen."
Su Qiao was speechless.
So she was not careful? She was careless
It took two hours to cook the meal, and Su Qiao's patience was almost worn out, but fortunately, the dish finally turned out to be delicious.
"I made it myself. It tastes good, right? Doesn't it feel special?"
"What's different?" Du Muhan didn't feel anything special.
"It's not as good as the last time you made it."
Su Qiao rolled his eyes at him and said, "Then why don't you let me do it?"
If she did it herself, it would only take thirty or forty minutes. Would it really take two hours
Du Muhan quickly picked up a piece of fish and put it in her bowl: "It's okay if the food tastes a little bad, but you have to protect your hands. I can't stand seeing them become imperfect."
Su Qiao didn't expect that this guy was still thinking about her hand: "No matter how good it is, it's mine."
Du Muhan stuffed a bone into Xiao Wang's hand, and said slowly, "Well, it's yours, but I can take a closer look. Isn't that illegal?"
Su Qiao was depressed.
What should she do if she meets a guy who doesn't love her as a person but only likes her hands
I don't want to talk about these bad things anymore.
"By the way, what do you think the identity of the headless female corpse is? And who killed her?"
"I don't make guesses, I only look at the evidence." Du Muhan picked up a piece of green vegetables and put it into her bowl with chopsticks: "You should eat green vegetables too, they will provide a balanced nutrition.
Su Qiao didn't like vegetables very much, but he stuffed it into his mouth anyway, "Then we are really opposites."
Du Muhan didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
“The nature of your job is different.”
A psychological profiler is someone who, through detailed analysis of the modus operandi, scene layout, and criminal characteristics, is able to profile the criminal's mentality, and can then make further predictions about his or her race, gender, age, professional background, physical features, personality traits, and even next actions.