After Sang Apple's parents came, they had to leave in a hurry, saying that they couldn't let go of the affairs at home, so that she had time to go home and see.

After sending off his parents, Sang Apple finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Qiao Ziqian sat on the sofa with his hands crossed, looked at the relieved mulberry apple, and asked: "No matter how you look at it, it's different from other people's children seeing their parents." ”

Sang Apple was said to be in his mind, and he was just about to coax, and then he thought about it, why should he coax?

So she raised her head, her heart was horizontal, she snorted coldly, and walked to the kitchen.

"It's none of your business!"

This was said so eloquently, Qiao Ziqian frowned slightly after hearing this, and then stretched his brows. Sang Apple's words, put in the past, generally did not dare to say.

Thinking about it at that time, Sang Apple acted on his face, and seemed to be very cautious.

Is he a little too serious? Does he need to change his lifestyle?

The mulberry apples who were tinkering in the kitchen happily made a beautiful little cake according to the recipe.

In the recipe, this small cake is very good-looking, delicate and small, and not too expensive.

This is very suitable for An Qi's edict.

Sang Apple thought so.

"Crack five eggs first...... And then, butter, emmm—"

Sang Apple frowned, wanting to complete this difficult task.

The little lightning next to him stayed by Sang Apple's side without stealth at all, and Sang Apple couldn't see him.

Looking at the mulberry apples in a hurry, Little Lightning was chattering beside him.

"Oh, why are you still so stupid!"

"There's no demeanor of Lord Joe at all!"

"Too much sugar!"

Little Lightning turned to the right side of the mulberry apple, looked at the handful of flour that the mulberry apple was holding in his hand, shook his head, and sighed, "There are still eggshells in the eggs in the basin." ”

Sang Apple turned his head to look into the basin and wondered, "Is there really an eggshell?"

She smiled and turned her head to look at the place where the sound had come from, but saw nothing, nothing.

Mulberry Apple's smile froze on his face, which ...... What's going on?

She held her heart in one hand and meditated on Amitabha, she must have heard it wrong.

This really made Xiao Lightning startled, he thought that Sang Apple could see himself, but now it seems that it was just an accident?

"Need I help you?"

Qiao Ziqian stood at the door and asked.

"Oh my god!"

The mulberry apple, who had just been frightened, was unstable, and the things in her hand fell off at once, and the flour flew all over the sky, sticking to her head, body and face.

The whole person has become "white".

Fortunately, Qiao Ziqian silently took a step back, reached a safe distance, and was not attacked at all.

"Ahem!"

Sang Apple stretched out her hand to wipe her face, she choked, she slapped off part of the ash on her face, looked at Qiao Ziqian, frowned, and asked, "What are you doing?

Qiao Ziqian glanced up and down at the mulberry apple a few times, and said naturally: "It's really not like me at all." ”

Sang Apple sorted out the flour on his body in confusion and said, "Like you? What is like you?"

Qiao Ziqian walked in, skillfully tied his apron, and carefully cleaned the surroundings.

"It's nothing," Qiao Ziqian said as he cleaned up, "I'll do it for you later, you don't have to do it." ”

Sang Apple said firmly, "That's not going to work! I have to do it myself!"

Qiao Ziqian didn't raise his head and said, "Do you believe in your craft?"

Mulberry apple: "......"

Totally distrustful.

In the end, Sang Apple and Qiao Ziqian made a cake together.

Qiao Ziqian, a god man, didn't need to read the recipe at all, he just started to operate, and Sang Apple followed along to learn, and he learned it in a good way, unlike just now, which made the kitchen indispensable.

Once you've done all the steps, it's time to wait for the cake to come out and be creamed.

Little Lightning wandered around, slapping his ass frantically: "Lord Joe is so good! ”

Mulberry Apple sneezed inexplicably.

Qiao Ziqian glanced at the unbearable mulberry apples on his body and said, "The cake still needs to be baked for a while, you go and deal with yourself first." ”

Sang Apple nodded, walked outside, walked two steps and turned around, looked at Qiao Ziqian and asked, "What's that...... Do you believe that there are ghosts in the world?"

Qiao Ziqian was silent for nine seconds and nine, and after thinking about it, he said, "No." ”

After listening to this, she left boldly with confidence.

Little Lightning looked at Sang Apple's back and said, "Why did you lie to her?"

Qiao Ziqian wiped his hands slowly with a handkerchief, and said lightly: "I'm not lying to her, it's not the time yet." ”

He won't let An Qi's words succeed, he wants Sang Apple to remember, and selfishly doesn't want her to forget.

It doesn't matter if it's painful, it's beautiful, it's all memories.

There will be him.

There is no substitute.

After less than ten minutes, Sang Apple came back, but it was cleaned, looking at the fact that there was still a little white in her ears, Qiao Ziqian sighed softly, reached out and took out a light green plaid handkerchief, and gently wiped the flour on Sang Apple's ears.

Sang Apple was startled and took a step back.

Qiao Ziqian reached out and grabbed her arm, and a slightly hot breath hit her ear, "Don't move." ”

Deep voice, light aroma.

Mulberry apples are getting more and more uncomfortable.

She reached out and pushed Qiao Ziqian's hand away, and said uncomfortably, "What's that...... I, don't do this, I'm not used to it. ”

Who would get used to the intimacy of a stranger!

Although the other party is a handsome guy, although she does not reject her, she is a principled person!

Qiao Ziqian put away the handkerchief, put it back in his pocket, and said lightly: "I'll get used to it." ”

Mulberry apple: "???"

What the heck......

At this time, there is a "ding" sound from the oven, and the cake is baked.

Take it out and take a look, there is a difference in nature between what mulberry apples are made and what Qiao Ziqian does.

The essence of the cake is really ...... It's not pretty.

On the other hand, Qiao Ziqian's typical beauty is the chef's handwriting.

Then the decoration phase begins.

After a while, Qiao Ziqian was already ready, and Sang Apple was still staring and frowning, working hard...... Draw a circle, although it looks like a deflated.

"Wow ha, it's done!"

Sang Apple shook off the things in his hand and looked at his work proudly.

It's not pretty, but it's a lot of hard work!

She turned her head sideways to look at Qiao Ziqian, who had already calmly finished the second one.

The two cakes look different, one is light green and the other is light yellow, and they both look very delicate.

Look back at your own ...... Suddenly, I was very disgusted.

It's so ugly!

Sang Apple put his hands on Qiao Ziqian's arms, dragged them stiffly, and said to him with tears in his eyes: "Great God, take my knees!"

Qiao Ziqian looked at the cake that Sang Apple still made so ugly under his guidance, and a sense of frustration arose in his heart.

"You...... Why did it look like this?"

Qiao Ziqian asked this, in fact, he was also a question about himself, did he teach badly?

Sang Apple looked at the cake that became more and more miserable the more he looked at it, and immediately "dumm

Qiao Ziqian: "Speak well......"

Sang Apple wiped a handful of tears, stared at the cake on Qiao Ziqian's table, and said, "Can you change it for me?"

Qiao Ziqian: "Don't change." ”

Sang Apple shouted, "Ancestor!"

Hearing this long-lost title, Qiao Ziqian was silent for two seconds and said, "Yes...... However, there is one condition. ”

Sang Apple nodded frantically: "I promise you." ”

Qiao Ziqian raised his eyebrows and said, "What will you call me in the future?"

Sang Apple realized that she really didn't know his name, so she asked, "What...... Tell me what your name is?"

Qiao Ziqian: "It's not important. ”

Mulberry apple: "......"

It doesn't matter what the hell it is! The name doesn't matter, what do you want her to say?!

Qiao Ziqian thought about it, although the original name was convenient, but now it is a little strange, so he said: "In the future, you can just call me Yutang." ”

"Brother Yutang, be worshiped by the younger brother!"

Sang Apple bowed to Qiao Ziqian, and said solemnly, "You will be the eldest brother from now on." ”

Qiao Ziqian: "......"

I don't think this name is very Jianghu flavor, but this is indeed his word.

It's just that I haven't used it for a long time, and no one knows.

Then Sang Apple happily took the matcha green cake and put it in the box and went out.

walked towards An Qiyu's house openly.

Qiao Ziqian looked at the ugly cake on the table and smiled slightly.

Sure enough, I just couldn't remember the name Qiao Ziqian. ”

The distance between An Qi's house was only a minute, and Sang Apple came to the iron gate, tidied up his appearance, and reached out to ring the doorbell.

The doorbell rang for a while, but there was no movement inside.

Sang Apple said to himself suspiciously: "Isn't it there?"

After a few minutes, when Sang Apple was about to leave, An Qi's voice came.

"Apples, the door is open, come in." ”

The voice was tired, as if he hadn't slept all night.

"Click. ”

The door opened, and Sang Apple walked in.

The door is also open, and the light inside is darker.

Sang Apple walked in and closed the door, it was indeed dark in the room, and he could barely see clearly.

An Qiyu sat on the sofa in the living room, next to a bright, silver-white computer.

"Brother Anqi?"

After hearing her voice, An Qiyu reached out and closed the computer, and said to her with a smile: "You came to me, is there anything wrong?"

Sang Apple put the cake in his hand on the table, touched his face embarrassedly, and said, "I made a cake and brought it to you." ”

An Qiyu smiled and nodded.

Sang Apple looked at the dark room, frowned and said, "Why don't you turn on the lights?"

An Qiyu smiled and said, "The circuit is broken." ”

Sang Apple nodded, then walked to the window, opened the heavy curtains, and the light from the outside shone in, Sang Apple turned around, and said with a smile: "It's a lot brighter this way." ”

The light illuminates the things in the house clearly, and the decoration of An Qiyu's house is very simple, gray and white, and there are no more colors.

And An Qiyu himself seems to be a little transparent.

Sang Apple was a little skeptical that she had read it wrong.

Then I took a closer look and it was back to normal.

An Qiyu's face was indeed a little pale, and his eyes couldn't hide his tiredness, as if he had been tired for a long time.

Facing the bright light, An Qiyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "What do you want to drink?"

Sang Apple waved his hand and said, "Ah, no, no, you ...... Haven't you had breakfast yet?"

An Qiyu took the cake that the mulberry apple put on the table, and said with a smile: "Isn't this there?" ”

"Just eat this how to eat enough. ”

Mulberry Apple muttered quietly.

An Qiyu smiled and asked, "Then you want to cook for me?"

Sang Apple was speechless for a while, asking her to cook? This cake was snatched from Qiao Ziqian's hand......

An Qiyu didn't embarrass her, reached out and opened the box containing the cake, tasted the cake, and instantly knew that it was not made of mulberry apples.

There is a chef at home, and it is obvious that Qiao Ziqian made the cake.

An Qi said: "I can't eat too much during filming recently, this is enough." ”

Then after eating two bites casually, An Qiyu put down the spoon and said, "I'm still a little tired, I want to go and take a rest." ”

Sang Apple nodded and stood up and said, "Then I'll go back first!"

An Qi said, "Don't ...... Can you wait until I'm asleep before leaving. ”

Sang Apple's head is short-circuited: "Huh?"

What a situation!

An Qi said: "Can't you?

Sang Apple patted his chest and said decisively and resolutely: "Yes!"

Seeing the sleeping face of the male god with his own eyes, this is a rare treatment for fans!

You must not refuse!

An Qiyu's room is also mainly gray, with no extra other tones.

He was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, breathing evenly, and he didn't know if he was asleep.

Sang Apple looked at the glimmer of light from the heavy curtains, she went over, reached out and pulled a crack, always feeling very depressed in the room.

An Qiyu's closed eyes moved slightly.

Sang Apple moved a stool and sat next to An Qiyu, and then blocked the light shining on his face.

Looking at An Qiyu's sleeping face, Sang Apple touched his nose, and was a little excited in his heart.

After all, it's an idol that has been a fan for so many years!

At this time, Sang Apple suddenly found a photo on An Qiyu's desk.

The photo looks very old, and the person on it looks like a mulberry apple, fifteen or sixteen years old, but this kind of photo looks like it was a hundred years ago, very old, very old.

But well protected.

Sang Apple was a little puzzled, why is there a photo of her?

Then she was ready to take a closer look, and saw the face that was not very clear in the photo.

I saw the mole in the corner of my eye.

This...... Not her?

An Qiyu's voice came.

"What are you looking at?"

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