Kitchen. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

Lan Xin cut the cabbage one by one, still thinking about the agreement she signed with Qin Yu yesterday in her mind.

Of course, one year is not a long time, and after the agreement ended, she just graduated, as long as she was careful, she should not let Song Enze know.

Only the bunch of requests made by Qin Yu, she was a little unmotivated, she wanted to chase him, and there was a 10,000-character love letter from Na Shi Laozi, which was simply torturous, and she didn't write any love letters when she was cheeky to chase Song Enze......

"How long will we have to wait? 魍"

A voice came from behind him, Lan Xin's hand shook, and he almost threw the kitchen knife to the ground, and glared back, "I don't make a sound when I walk, it scares me"

Qin Yu hooked the corners of his lips, walked over and grabbed a piece of cucumber from the plate, took a crisp bite, raised his eyebrows and said, "I've been waiting for this for a day, why haven't you acted?" ”

Lan Xin slapped his hand away and muttered, "I have to at least think about how to chase it, as if I have a lot of experience." 檎"

"Have you written a love book?"

Blue Heart, "......"

She stabbed the knife into the board, pushed Qin Yu away, and put the wok on.

"Is there anyone like you who chase people for love letters? You'll have to give me time to think about it, give me the oil jug. ”

Qin Yu took a look and handed her the oil pot.

"Love letters still need to be conceived, you see my face, shouldn't you just blurt it out?"

Blue Heart......

"You're thick-skinned."

Qin Yu raised his eyebrows, "Don't I have this capital?" ”

Lan Xin ignored him, "You go out first." ”

"Why are you kicking me out?"

Qin Yu looked at her wearing an apron very cutely, turned her head to lean against the pool, and curled her lips and said, "I can help you cook." ”

Lan Xin looked him up and down one by one, and said suspiciously,

"What will you do? I laughed without messing with me. ”

Qin Yu snorted, picked up a carrot from the table, skillfully turned it around in his hand, picked up the kitchen knife and skillfully shredded the carrot.

The length is symmetrical, not thick or thin.

Lan Xin's eyes widened, "Do you know how to cook?" ”

Qin Yu stuffed the rest of the radish head into his mouth and glanced at her lightly.

"I can't cook, I can only chop vegetables."

"How can you, a young master who doesn't touch the spring water with ten fingers, do such rough work?"

Lan Xin still didn't quite believe it.

"When I was studying abroad, I shared a house with my classmates, and I had to solve three meals a day by myself, and only one of the four people could cook, and we couldn't let people cook all the time, so I went to study together, but it's a pity,"

Qin Yu sighed, "I don't seem to have any talent in this area, except for cutting vegetables, I can't even cook porridge so far, and in the end I became a side dish, people cook vegetables, I cut vegetables." ”

After he finished speaking, Lan Xin smiled, and she smiled while stir-frying the dishes in the pot, "If I were your roommate, I would let you go to the toilet, stupid."

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, flicked his fingers, threw the carrot head into the trash, walked behind her, and whispered in her ear, "You have a good temper, try it again?" ”

Lan Xin was a little tickled by him, and she craned her neck and giggled.

"Don't make a fuss, I'm afraid of itching, stay away from me."

"Afraid of itching?"

Qin Yu muttered, and suddenly reached out and pinched her waist, the force was very light, Lan Xin's hand trembled, and she almost threw away the shovel, she leaned forward, and laughed intermittently.

"You, what are you doing, don't touch, don't touch me"

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, but his hands became even more presumptuous.

"It's dirty on your clothes, I'll help you get rid of it."

Lan Xin dodged, laughing so hard that her stomach hurt.

"I'll make it later, I'm going to stir-fry, I'm going to make paste"

She smiled presumptuously, Qin Yu looked a little distracted, he stretched out his hand to turn her cheek, reached out and touched her lips, the ruddy color on it was very delicious.

Lan Xin also slowly stopped laughing, looking at his slowly approaching cheeks, forgetting to move for a while, only breathing slowly, becoming more and more tight......

In Qin Yu's dark eyes, her shadow was reflected, clear and clear, like a pool of lake water, rippling layer by layer, Lan Xin suddenly had a little heartbeat enzyme, and she didn't even have the consciousness to dodge.

Just when Qin Yu's lips were about to touch her, a strange smell wafted in, Lan Xin frowned, sniffed hard, Qin Yu patted her head, hooked the corners of her lips, and as if the prank succeeded, he lay in her ear and said softly,

"The dish is paste......"

Lan Xin came back to his senses, pushed him away with a red face, and hurriedly turned off the fire, the cabbage in the pot was already black, and there was a burnt smell, a little choking.

Qin Yu couldn't help but laugh, leaned over and looked at it,

"Looks like your cooking skills aren't very good."

After saying that, he chuckled, turned around and went out.

The only one left in the kitchen was blowing his beard and glaring, this bastard was really hateful

After getting married, she and Qin Yu still have their own lives, the only difference is that they have three meals a day, a fixed meal together, and a 10,000-word love letter that Qin Yu urges every day.

Lan Xin doesn't like to write essays, as soon as she sees that kind of long article, she gets sleepy, and she finds a good template for her graduation thesis, and when the time comes, she puts it in, and this love letter really stumps her.

For this matter, she also posted a post on the post bar, and as a result, everyone was despised for it.

A netizen said: Love letters are the only articles in the world that don't let people write off-topic.

Lan Xin even sent a private message to the netizen and asked him to gain experience.

As a result, netizens said to her, "neurotic"

Lan Xin is very angry, and he can't write about Haikou?

After thinking about it, she prepared a notebook and casually wrote down her feelings about getting along with Qin Yu in the past few days.

It's been almost a month.

During this period, Song Enze rarely contacted her, even if he was on the phone, he only said something that had nothing to do with Fengyue, just like two old friends, who wanted to contact and communicate their feelings from time to time, but they lost the taste of love.

A month has passed, and the love letter she wrote to Qin Yu is less than 3,000 words, and that sentence is just like a primary school student's essay, it is really difficult to come up with.

On this day, when Qin Yu took a bath and went downstairs to pour water, he found that the light in Lan Xin's room was not turned off, he stood at the door for a while and gently pushed the door open.

There was no one on the bed, but there was a shadow lying on the desk, as if asleep.

He walked up to her quietly, the girl was sleeping deeply, and there was a notebook under her head, which was densely packed and I didn't know what she was writing.

Qin Yu looked at her red nose, a little itchy, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch it.

Lan Xin pursed her nose, stretched out her hand to catch up, changed her position, and continued to sleep, but the book that had just been pressed under her arm was exposed.

Qin Yu slowly took out the notebook, and was just about to close it, when he suddenly swept the words on it, and suddenly paused.

"Dear jade, it's raining today, I didn't take an umbrella when I went to school, I thought I would be drenched in soup, but I didn't expect you to come, you are like a prince who appeared on a white horse, turning my world into a clear sky, the moment I saw you, my heart beat fast, this is probably love."

True or false

Qin Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at the girl lying on the table, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and continued to read the next one.

"Dear Jade, you didn't go home today, I waited for you at home all night, I felt very sad, no one ate the biscuits I made for you, I put them in the refrigerator, I hope you can see ......"

Biscuits?

Qin Yu frowned.

After getting married, except for returning to Qin's house on the fifteenth of every month, he almost lived here, could it be that day, more than a week has passed, why didn't this girl say it?

Qin Yu said as he put down the notebook and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator.

I looked left and right, but I didn't find the so-called cookies, did they break and throw them away?

Qin Ershao was a little unhappy, this was the first time he had received a handmade gift, and this girl actually threw it away?

He frowned and returned to her room, reaching out and pushing Lan Xin, who was sleeping soundly, "Where's the biscuit?" ”

Lan Xin was so sleepy, hearing this, his mind was confused, "What...... Biscuits? ”

"You didn't make cookies for me, where did you put them?"

Lan Xin yawned, "When am I going to make cookies for you, think too much......"

Qin Yu threw the notebook to her and said confidently, "It's written on it."

"Oops, this is my copy, I don't even know what's written in it."

Lan Xin closed her eyes and muttered, "Don't call me anymore, I'm too sleepy......"

Qin Yu's face had turned black to the bottom of the pot......

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