Qingyu's mood is not quite right...

Shen Ziyi's gaze kept following the girl, and the moment Lou Qingyu just entered the door, he had no reason to think so in his heart.

Although the girl sat down on the sofa as usual, the expression between her eyebrows was still as cold as before, and there was a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, but the emotional changes on the girl's body could not be hidden from Shen Ziyi.

The subtle emotional changes revealed a bit of sadness and sorrow, even if he wanted to cover it up in front of everyone, but what kind of person was Shen Ziyi, he cared about Lou Qingyu beyond his imagination, and before everyone found out, the nervousness, care, and care in his eyes had slowly overflowed.

There was a soft sound behind him, it was Zuo Lingfeng who walked in later, the tall man frowned slightly, although he didn't know what he said to the girl, but it must have been Zuo Lingfeng who said something unpleasant, so he looked at Zuo Lingfeng with a little dissatisfaction.

"Xiao Yu..."

"I remembered that there was still some food to be taken care of in the kitchen, so I'm sorry for missing it. The voice was like a cold spring flowing down from a melting glacier, and there was a slight chill in the tone, which reached everyone's ears with a little bit of it.

At this time, not only Shen Ziyi and Li Hongmei, but even Cen Qianqian also noticed that something was wrong, and his face showed a touch of worry and confusion, Xiao Yu, what's wrong?

Glancing at Li Hongmei who was sitting on one side, Cen Qian's shallow body moved slightly, and when she just got up from the sofa and walked in the direction of the kitchen, there was already someone who was one step faster than her, and she couldn't help but pause, watching someone walk into the kitchen in three steps and two steps, and closed the kitchen curtain, blocking the sight of everyone in the living room.

Seeing this, Li Hongmei raised her hand and grabbed Cen Qianqian's arm, and used a slight force to make Cen Qianqian sit back on the sofa, only to hear the old man say in a low voice, "Qianqian, just let him go, you stay and chat with me for a while." ”

Listening to her tone and looking at her expression, it seemed that she was still a little happy to see it, Cen Qianqian glanced at it with a little unease, so she had to retract her steps and casually accompany Li Hongmei to watch idol dramas on TV.

Inside the kitchen

Under the white palm, the soft dough is kneaded by the girl, and the appearance of being ravaged is like a trash can that is willing to be a girl's emotions, one moment is flat, and the other is an oval shape, patiently tolerating what the girl does.

Just like the man behind him, silently waiting for the girl's emotions to vent, without asking or talking, standing behind her where he can see when he turns back, as long as he turns back, he can step forward, and he can be her best backup at any time.

For the two of them, such companionship is the best comfort.

I don't know how long it took, the girl's emotions seemed to have eased, and when she saw the unformed dough that had been kneaded in her hand, her dark eyes flashed slightly, and she seemed to be a little embarrassed.

The beige dough, during the period when Lou Qingyu was immersed in his emotions, had already become sticky and crumpled because of the loss of water, and the rough objects stuck to his hands and completely collapsed, and with the girl's pulling, it was even more miserable.

This is probably the ugliest dough I've ever made, right?

Lou Qingyu pulled off the dough in his hand three or two times, washed off the remaining dough pieces in his hand, and just kneaded the ugly dough into a ball and was about to throw it into the trash can, when Shen Ziyi behind him saw this scene and took a step forward.

"Well done, why do you want to lose it?"

The girl turned sideways slightly, the look on her face was a little stunned, and then she shook her head slightly, "Ziyi, I didn't do it seriously just now, this dough is not good, I'll make you another one." ”

What's more, the taste of the food is easily affected by the emotions of the producer, and the emotions contained in the production process will be absorbed by the food unconsciously, what kind of mood you are in when you create, and what kind of soul will be given to the food.

If the creator's mood is positive, enthusiastic and cheerful, then the food in his hand will definitely make the taster happy, because the food is full of the creator's heart, on the contrary, if the creator is depressed and sad, then the food....

"No, this is good. ”

Shen Ziyi's voice was slightly low, and in this small world, there was an inexplicable hint of seductiveness.

"But it may not taste as good. ”

"Really?"

Shen Ziyi looked at the girl in front of him, raised his hand to cover the girl's cheek, and rubbed the girl's delicate eyebrows with his fingertips, as if he wanted to brush away the sorrow between her eyebrows.

"But as long as you do it, it's all good. ”

As long as you do it, it's all good.

Just as happy or sad, I am there for you.

Because you're my little boss!

The figures of the two were unconsciously approaching, the light from the small window shone on the two of them, and the shadows on the floor slowly overlapped together, and there was an ambiguous breath between the breaths in a small square of heaven and earth.

Love doesn't have to be spoken, and it's because we already have a tacit understanding in our hearts.

I understand what you're thinking.

I know what you want to say.

"Xiao Yu, are the pancakes ready?" Like a voice coming from outside the sky, it instantly broke the silence in the kitchen, as if waking up a dreamer, the girl's feet seemed to be equipped with a spring, and she instantly broke away from Shen Ziyi's arms, blushed, lowered her head and turned back to the cooking table.

As for Shen Ziyi, who was standing in place, a smile crossed his eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth was like a cat eating a fish, his eyes looked at Li Hongmei, who opened the door curtain, and smiled politely, "Grandma Li, I'm sorry, I accidentally misplaced the material just now, please wait a little longer, we will be fine soon." ”

Li Hongmei glanced at her granddaughter who was busy at the cooking table, the action of kneading the dough was as natural and graceful as usual, and there seemed to be no haze on her body as before, and she nodded with a smile, "It's okay, grandma is not in a hurry, you two children take your time and cultivate more feelings in it." ”

Hearing the words "cultivating feelings", the ears of the girl who was immersed in hard work turned red, and the snow-white ears were dyed with a layer of moving crimson, which was particularly delicate and beautiful, and the eyes of a man behind her were slightly dark.

"Got it, Grandma, there's a lot of smoke here, you can go out first. ”

"Okay, grandma, I won't make this light bulb. ”

Li Hongmei said with a slight joke, and soon left the two people in the kitchen, as for whether they followed the old man's instructions and cultivated their feelings well, it can be seen from Cen Qian's shallow face who passed by the kitchen and accidentally saw a certain scene.

Tortured a single dog!