By the time Tong Huan would sort out some clues and extract them from the folk documents of various dynasties, the sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows next to him had already dimmed.

The warm red sunset reflected all kinds of high-rise buildings, and Tong Huan really realized that she had left home at this moment. From that small city, a place that is too familiar to be more familiar, to a vast big city.

It seems to indicate that her goal seems to be more expansive, and she can't bear to be excited for a while.

After saying hello in the live broadcast room, she went off the air.

In the past two days, she seems to have eaten a lot every time, and tonight she is going to nibble on a cucumber for dinner, I don't know what Geng Nansong eats.

Although she didn't say it explicitly, he was too busy with his work, and she was relatively idle at the moment. She is willing to help with things like cooking, although her cooking skills are not very good.

Not because of anything else, at least she's living in his house for the time being. If she was really allowed to live in vain, she wouldn't be able to do it, at least she thought that they weren't that kind of intimacy now.

Tong Huan also thinks about the daily expenses of the family or is she responsible for it, just as the room fee?

Maybe when their relationship is better, her mentality of "calculating" will change. If their relationship can grow further...

With a deep sigh, Tong Huan pushed away the studio and went out.

The door of the study next to it was actually open? Tong Huan shook around the door of the study and found that there was no one inside.

When I walked to the living room, I found that Geng Nansong seemed to be in the kitchen.

"Is it okay to eat spaghetti with bolognese sauce at night?" he heard footsteps, and when he saw Tong Huan walking to the kitchen door, he asked her with a smile.

Tong Huan naturally had no objections, and walked into the kitchen to help.

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time. Next time I'll remember the time to cook. Tong Huan lowered his head in front of the vegetable sink and carefully washed all kinds of side dishes one by one, presumably he was hungry, and Tong Huan's movements became more and more numb.

And Tong Huan, who was carefully choosing vegetables, naturally missed the stunned expression on Nan Song's face.

Geng Nansong stopped chopping vegetables, turned sideways and said to Tong Huan a little seriously: "Why are you embarrassed?"

"Huh?" Tong Huan didn't react at all, and turned his head to look at him with a blank face, the tomato in his hand was still rushing in the water.

"I said, you don't have to apologize. Geng Nansong took a few steps closer to Tong Huan, stretched out his hand to turn off the water, and said to her with a solemn face, "It's not your responsibility to cook alone, I live here too, don't I need to cook?"

He looked straight at Tong Huan, and saw that her face was slowly getting drunk, and he pursed his lips and whispered, "You are busy with work, I am more time-sensitive for this kind of chores." She seemed to think she was right, and nodded thoughtfully.

It's just that Geng Nansong doesn't think so. "Didn't you just prepare for your work?"

He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder and gently turned her around, thinking about how to quietly disintegrate the deep estrangement between the two in her heart.

Don't rush too much, don't scare her, take your time.

Geng Nansong admonished himself over and over again, and smiled at her soothingly. "My work is over first, so naturally I should cook. Not only cooking, but also other household chores, I wish we were doing it together. You respect my work, and I understand your work as well. ”

He noticed that it seemed that the hand he put on Tong Huan's shoulder made her a little uncomfortable, so he slowly withdrew it.

"Tong Huan..."Geng Nansong called out, waiting for her to look up at herself before continuing. "Just because I'm busy doesn't mean I don't have time for anything else!

I hope... Can you allow me to work with you to adapt and find a lifestyle that works for both of us. Instead, let the other person passively bear too much of the side. ”

"Didn't we say we'd take our marriage seriously? I think that's part of that. Seeing that she seemed to be a little touched, Geng Nansong also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. "I'm sorry, maybe I didn't make it clear to you before. I think your work can be done from home, but your work and life are more connected.

But I want these chores to be done when you have free time and when you want to do them. And don't think of it as an obligation and a responsibility, we can ask for housekeeping or stay with us on the weekend, okay?"

Geng Nansong stared at Tong Huan, who had been silent, so nervous that every muscle in his body stiffened, even more nervous than when he made life choices back then.

This first step can't go wrong...

didn't let him wait longer, Tong Huan nodded, looked up at Geng Nansong, and smiled. "I understand, it was me who walked the horns before..."After a pause, Tong Huan continued, "Thank you." "Thank you for having faith in our married life, even if the beginning of this marriage can be considered ridiculous.

Geng Nansong suddenly let go, silently turned around and continued to chop vegetables. "I just wish we could be more comfortable together..."

Tong Huan looked at the tips of his blood-dripping ears, smiled and didn't speak, and continued to wash tomatoes.

Tong Huan helped Geng Nansong to beat up, but he seemed to be very proficient in pasta preparation, and she didn't have much experience in pasta preparation. Seeing that there was no place to interfere, he went out and washed some fruit and put it on the table.

......

"How's it going, does it taste okay?" Geng Nansong asked with a smile as he looked at Tong Huan after taking a sip.

The spaghetti roll wrapped in meat sauce is surprisingly delicious!

Tong Huan couldn't stop after taking a bite, the softness and hardness of the pasta were just right, not to the point of being chewy, but also to the right amount of elastic toughness. The bolognese sauce is even more colorful.

Hearing Geng Nansong's words, Tong Huan took his eyes off the pasta in front of him, "It's delicious! It's really delicious, you're so good!"

Hearing her answer, Geng Nansong smiled, "When I was studying in the UK, my roommate was an Italian, and their family had a restaurant in Italy, and I stole it from him!"

While speaking, Tong Huan took another bite, and the taste was so good that she squinted. "You went to England when you were studying?"

"When I was studying for a master's degree, I participated in a publicly-funded study abroad program, would it be a little sour?"

"No, no, it's just right!

When Tong Huan remembered his previous decision to eat salad, the plate in front of him had already been eaten up by himself. I rubbed my belly, which was a little bulging. Tong Huan turned his grief and anger into motivation, took over the responsibility of washing dishes, and wanted to increase his exercise.