Therefore, Fu Nanli, who sent them to the alley entrance, had an excuse to "enter the house".
The house and yard are small, but they are full of life and warm, and are kept clean and tidy. There is a small flower bed under the courtyard wall, a banyan tree in the yard, a persimmon tree and a ginkgo tree by the wall.
After all this trouble, it was already evening.
Wen Qiao had only eaten half of his meal at Xiaotangshan before, and he was starving: "Shall I cook dumplings for you?"
Wen Chi rolled up his sleeves: "Let me do it."
"I'll do it. You and Xiaomo go do your homework."
Wen Qiao then entered the kitchen, with Fu Nanli following him like a shadow. Wen Qiao took out a large bag of dumplings from the freezer: "This is easy, I don't need your help, just go sit outside."
He leaned against the old elm door.
He had never cooked before, so he didn't know how to help her. He could just watch her. He would probably get it done after watching her many times.
"Boil an egg."
"Hmm? You want some eggs?"
"Cook it."
Wen Qiao boiled a hard-boiled egg.
Cold water was added to the big pot three times, and then a big pot of dumplings was cooked, bubbling with steam. She was immersed in the steam, her beauty was more worldly, striking at his heartstrings, making him more excited than the dusk.
“Do you like spicy food?”
Fu Nanli relaxed his brows: "No."
Wen Qiao prepared three kinds of sauces, a sesame oil dish, a vinegar dish, and a chili dish, and brought them into the yard.
Fu Nanli was not in a hurry to eat the dumplings. Instead, he picked up the egg, held Wen Qiao's hand, and pressed the egg on the bruise on her forehead.
Wen Qiao's heart was moved. It turned out that this was the purpose of boiling eggs.
"Does it still hurt?"
Wen Qiao shook his head: "It's okay, it's not broken, it will be fine in two days."
Wen Chi: "How did you do it?"
"I bumped into him by accident."
"You didn't think I was in trouble and you lost your composure, did you?"
"Dumplings can't shut you up, right?"
Wen Chi felt distressed and speechless: "Aren't you a very calm person? Even if something really happened to me, you shouldn't be like this."
"Shut up, nothing will happen."
Fu Nanli's fingers gently rolled the egg over her bruises. Reflecting the setting sun, her pupils were amber, like colored glass. The fine blue veins under her eyes were clearly visible, and her skin was like white glaze. His fingertips pinched her chin, and the touch was addictive.
"With me here, nothing will happen. If there is any problem, I will help you solve it."
This sentence is said lightly, but its weight is extremely heavy.
Wen Qiao looked at him gratefully: "Thank you."
After dinner, dusk fell. Wen Chi was diligent and took on the job of washing the dishes.
"Look in your bedroom."
Wen Qiao then led Fu Nanli to her bedroom. It was a small room, but it was decorated in a cozy way. The bed sheets were smoky pink, and there were stuffed toys at the head of the bed. The desk was full of books, and the white curtains fluttered in the wind. The setting sun cast stars on the floor, and the room was peaceful.
He was too tall and had difficulty turning around after entering the house.
Wen Qiao took a piece of music from the table and was about to introduce it to him. When she turned around, she was in the man's arms. The man leaned against the brown lacquered wardrobe and naturally put his arms around her waist.
The wind blew up the curtains, and the dim light flickered on his handsome face. Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat.
"This is the Ten Great Pipas... Um..."
The man sealed her lips.
Like the charming male ghost hidden in the little house in the weird novels, she makes people's heart beat fast.
What a disaster!
Who says men can't be troublemakers
(End of this chapter)