"What are you thinking about? Your face is so red." Ke Jingheng held her hand and walked upstairs while pinching her face.
"No! It's nothing!" Luo Xiaoberry finally recovered and smiled at him.
Now she suddenly felt that those bad friends were actually pretty good when they were around. Because... when it was just him and her in the whole room, it seemed a little uncomfortable no matter what to do.
In the air, there seems to be something hidden, just waiting for the right time--on the verge of triggering. This feeling made her heart skip a beat.
They are still young, so the kind of thing He Chaoran said should not happen...
"What do you want to eat tonight, I'll make it for you." Ke Jingheng didn't know what she was thinking, so he opened the door of the refrigerator and started preparing dinner.
Luo Xiaoberry suddenly proposed on a whim: "I'll do it tonight! Come and help me!"
It is also necessary to be a virtuous little woman once in a while.
Ke Jingheng's hands froze in mid-air, and three black lines appeared on his forehead: "Are you sure?"
Luo Xiaoberry nodded firmly, and carefully checked the "Let's Kitchen" app, which actually made her cook a hearty and nutritious dinner.
Of course, it looks - very rich, as for the taste... I can't ask for too much.
After Ke Jingheng saw the delicious food on this table, he glanced at her in disbelief: "You made it?"
"Yeah." Luo Xiaoberry took off her apron, put another bowl of pig's trotter soup in front of him, and proudly said, "This is the soup I made specially, I don't know how it tastes... It is said that it can Replenish your body! You have been driving too hard these days, your feet must be sore, right? Drink more."
Ke Jingheng's hands trembled slightly: "Pig trotter soup, make up your feet?" Complement form with form
He was a little flattered and took a sip of the soup: "Well, it tastes good..."
Of course, this is not bad compared with her before.
Luo Xiaoberry immediately put another piece of steamed fish into his bowl: "Eat some more fish!"
She kept adding food to him until his bowl was as high as a hill of food. Across the pile of dishes, Ke Jingheng took a deep look at her, and a warm current surged in his heart.
He has been silently paying for her, not expecting to get an equal return from her. Just an occasional thoughtful gesture from her, or a kiss to him, is enough.
Luo Xiaoberry didn't move her chopsticks very much, she just looked at him for a moment with her cheeks on her hands, and kept urging: "This, eat more of this. And that, why haven't I seen you eat it?"
"Hmm, am I eating?" Ke Jingheng's mouth could not help but slightly twitch.
She blinked her big eyes and looked at him for a moment: "Do you think my cooking skills have improved a lot?"
"Well, not bad." Ke Jingheng said vaguely while chewing the food in his mouth.
"What, is it just good?" Luo Xiaoberry pouted dissatisfiedly. What she hates the most on weekdays is the word "not bad"... To her, it is almost the same as "not bad".
Seeing her swollen look, Ke Jingheng couldn't help but chuckled: "Very good! There is no better, only the best!"
"Really? Then you can eat more." Luo Xiaoberry's big eyes lit up immediately, and she picked a few pieces of sweet and sour pork for him.
Seeing him chewing slowly, her eyes seemed to be set up with a soft mirror, becoming more and more hazy and hazy.
It turns out that it is such a happy thing to watch the person I like eat the meal I cooked with my own hands...