Compared with Chen Qing's heart, the turbulent waves and the rolling waves kept rolling, He Junyan was much lighter.

After the photo was taken, he stood up straight and moved to the side, glanced at Chen Qing, who was still nervous, clicked on WeChat to send her the group photo, and then walked out of the kitchen.

I took the booklet with me.

It was only because of his such a move that Chen Qing took a deep breath for several rounds before he calmed down, and then he paused when chopping vegetables, and there was no pause.

All the side dishes were processed, and while she was free, she went to the bathroom to take out He Junyan's clothes and hung them in the dryer in the guest room.

The room was quiet, he sat silently, Chen Qing returned to the kitchen to cook seriously. A cold dish, five hot dishes, a pot of soup, a table full of people.

With the bowls, chopsticks and spoon, she screamed at the table.

"It's time to eat."

He Junyan responded, and the two sat down face to face, because of the photo incident just now, Chen Qing deliberately avoided his eyes, and the hot air that floated up just became a barrier.

"What is this?" He asked with a chopstick dish.

She glanced at it and said, "The amaranth you said you were going to eat." ”

"The purple thing in the middle? Why is the color different from before cooking? ”

"When it's heated, the juice in the vegetables comes out, and the color becomes darker."

He Junyan put it down, picked up a very small and tiny shrimp from another plate, and frowned: "Why is this shrimp so small?" ”

"You said you wanted to eat shrimp, but when I went to buy groceries, it was too late and it wasn't fresh, so ...... This is a sun-dried shrimp, and it needs to be this size to be delicious. Chen Qing explained.

He stared at the tip of the chopsticks and said, "How to eat?" One grain by one? ”

In the past, he usually ate all kinds of seafood lobsters, and the smaller ones were ordinary river shrimps, which were smaller than the thumb cap, and he really had never tasted them.

"Scoop with a spoon." She scooped a spoonful into his bowl, "Taste it." I'm afraid he would, so I immediately added, "I made a clean spoon, and I haven't used it yet." ”

He didn't speak, but picked it up and tasted it.

He Junyan seems to rarely eat home-cooked food at home, and he names what he wants to eat, because Chen Qing's appearance is different from the appearance in the restaurant, even if the ingredients are exactly the same, he can't recognize it.

Chen Qing usually can't stand sitting in the office for a while, but now he is extremely patient, and he answers everything carefully.

Eating in small gulps and chatting in a whisper, he praised him halfway: "Your cooking skills are very good." ”

Seven simple words, but the ripples in her heart were light, irrepressibly rippling to her lips.

She looked up and saw that his eating movements were slow and orderly, in complete contrast to his slightly impatient temper, and his every move showed that he was well-bred.

Unconsciously stared at him, and suddenly heard him say: "...... on your lips"

She immediately came back to her senses, reached out and couldn't go, and the corners of her mouth were glued to the rice.

The sound of chuckling came into his ears, and Chen Qing was embarrassed, but he heard He Junyan say: "What's so embarrassing, I often stuck the corners of my mouth when I ate when I was a child." ”

“……”

The act of comfort is very considerate, but this example is not very good.

She pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, and he suddenly scooped a spoonful of dried shrimp into her bowl, "It's delicious, you eat more." ”

This spicy fried dried shrimp is made with green peppers, garlic cloves, green onion leaves and cooking wine.

He Junyan saw that she was obviously stunned for a moment, glanced at his spoon, and sighed, "I used it, do you mind?" Otherwise......"

"Don't mind." Before he finished his words, she had already subconsciously answered.

The two looked straight at each other, and she avoided it first.

After eating in a muffled voice, Chen Qing stood up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, He Junyan sat down, tilted his head slightly, did not move or speak, and stared at her like that.

She felt uncomfortable, paused for a moment, and asked, "What is Mr. He looking at?" ”

"Look at you."

“…… What do I have to look at? ”

"It doesn't matter if you look good or not, it's the point whether you want to see it or not." He spoke frankly and unabashedly.

She was silent again, her head hanging and pursing her lips.

He Junyan got up and leaned over to her, leaned over to her ear, and whispered, "You blushed a little too much today?" ”

It's usually rare, so once you encounter it, you don't want to let it go.

"Is it because of me? Or is it because ......"

"Mr. He!"

Chen raised his voice lightly and pushed him hard, the anger between his eyebrows coming quickly and quickly without warning.

He Junyan was pushed backwards, stunned for a moment, and accepted the joke.

"Isn't it funny? It's funny to see me blush and look embarrassed? Her face was cold and hard, and she gritted her teeth and paused, "I admire you, but this incident doesn't make it a reason for you to tease me!" ”

Like standing behind her and taking a photo with him, maybe he had some good intentions, but more often than not......

Doesn't matter.

He doesn't care.

In the face of a person who has expressed his love to him many times, he doesn't understand that kind of mood, he can't understand that feeling, so that he is a little frivolous.

Chen Qing didn't want to do this.

Love is a serious thing, there is something, there is nothing, sympathy and pity are superfluous, and jokes should not be.

He Junyan stared at her and didn't speak.

Realizing that she was too sharp and tough, she pinned the hair from her ears and staggered her eyes from him.

"I ...... I'll clean up the table, you take a break. ”

There was a knock on the door, not hurried but rhythmic, and it was forcefully inserted into their awkward and stiff atmosphere.

Chen Qing threw down the rag and went over to open the door, and when he opened it, he was stunned.

"I brought your favorite doughnut, you ......"

Qin Han, who stepped into the door, was about to change his shoes, and saw the person standing in the restaurant clearly, and his voice was stuck in his throat.

Chen Qing's fingers clenched the skirt of the apron, and his voice was slightly lower: "I'm ...... today"

Before he finished speaking, He Junyan behind him hooked the corner of his lips and sneered.

"So I'm not the only guest?"

She turned around to explain, but he glanced at her unhappily and smiled sarcastically: "Miss Chen is really busy." ”

The man behind her should be the owner of this dressing gown, right?

He Junyan turned around and entered the guest room, slammed the door shut, and quickly changed into his clothes and came out. He didn't say a word, and walked towards the door with a cold face.

The moment he passed by, Chen Qing grabbed his wrist, and his eyes were full of panic.

"Mr. He......"

"I had a great time eating this meal." He interrupted her and leaned closer, his dark eyes full of chills, "You're right, I'm really not qualified to tease you. In the future, it will never embarrass you again. ”

"Oh, yes." He broke away from Chen Qing's hand and looked at Qin Han, obviously smiling, but it made people feel a chill in their hearts, "I'm really embarrassed to wear your clothes." ”

Seeing him leave without looking back, Chen Qing couldn't say a word.

The door closed heavily, and Qin Han, who hadn't spoken for a long time, finally spoke: "You ......" said two words, and he didn't know how to go down.

Chen Qing felt like a puppet whose strings had been cut by someone, and he lost his strength all of a sudden.

Was she wrong? She just wanted to remind him not to make jokes like that, but he got angry......

Sincerity is not a reason to trample.

She just wants respect, respect.