Then start to clear the food on the table...
Qi Yan achieved his goal, leaned on the wheelchair contentedly, and looked at Tan Bengbeng who was clearing the dining table.
Her virtuous appearance was very different from her usual desolation, and there was a trace of gentleness all over her body, vaguely absent.
Qi Yan looked at her with one hand on his head, "Do you often cook? Besides me, who else has tasted your cooking skills, that little Mumu you mentioned in your sleep talk last time?"
The tone of chatting makes people feel unprepared.
Tan Bengbeng dumped the last dish in his hands into the trash can without looking up, "It's just the two of you."
"..."
Qi Yan was obviously stunned, he sat up straight in the wheelchair, and stopped Tan Bengbeng who was about to go into the kitchen to wash the dishes.
"Wait, let me make sure first, that little Mumu is a woman?"
"Yeah." Tan Bengbeng didn't know what was wrong with him, so he caught a glimpse of him.
When Qi Yan heard that "Xiao Mumu" was a woman, his first reaction was joy, and then his eyes seemed to become a little annoyed.
His eyes suddenly turned to the empty plate in her hand.
"So, this is your first time cooking for a man? Is it me?"
Tan Bengbeng nodded.
Then silently added in my heart: But now it's all thrown into the trash can.
Obviously, Qi Yan also thought of this.
Looking at the trash can, she became inexplicably resentful, as if hesitating whether to pick up the food in the trash can and eat it again, so as not to spoil her heart.
After all, it is the first time...
Tan Bengbeng saw his reaction in his eyes, and the sullenness in his chest suddenly disappeared.
After all, she made the dishes with her own hands. When the dishes were thrown out one by one, she was actually a little bit disappointed.
But Qi Yan's reaction now made her feel a little funny.
"It's just a meal, I'll make it for you again."
"One meal may not be enough. From now on, I will only eat your cooking." Qi Yan said aggressively.
Hearing this, Tan Bengbeng was stunned, and reminded him with a frown, "I'm leaving in two days. You promised me that as long as I stay with you for a month, you will send me out of here."
Nervous tone, afraid that he will go back on his word.
Qi Yan shook his head coolly, curled up a strand of his silver-gray long hair, curled it around his long fingers, and hooked his lips.
"Don't worry, I won't lie to you about what I promised you, but in order not to starve to death, I decided to leave with you."
Tan Bengbeng: "..."
This was the first time that Tan Bengbeng seriously felt that he was joking with her.
I didn't take this sentence to heart at the time.
On the day of her departure, she got up very early.
She was picked up by him with nothing, so naturally she didn't have any luggage to pack.
Still wearing his clothes.
She has worn all the casual clothes in his wardrobe this month.
The cuffs and trouser legs of each suit have traces of rolling.
It looks like a child stealing an adult's clothes.
Somewhat funny.
I know that Qi Yan seems to be casual, but he actually has a serious obsession with cleanliness.
She woke up early on purpose, cleaned up the whole house, folded the quilts neatly and put them away.
The clean clothes were collected and hung in the closet.
And clean up all her toiletries in the bathroom...
Tan Bengbeng packed everything up, stood behind the door, looked at the room where he had lived for a month, and suddenly felt a bit of reluctance in his heart.
Without letting himself think wildly, he opened the door and prepared to bid farewell to Qi Yan.