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The villa in the middle of the mountain has been vacant for a long time, there is no servant, and Sister-in-law Zhang is far away in the imperial capital. After the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info Liang Tezhu was sent out by Gu Yan, the afternoon meal could only be done by Gu Yan himself.

After all, Fen Qiao has always had ten fingers that do not touch the spring water, her hands are white and tender, and her ten fingers are slender and beautiful like small shallots.

But even if he can't cook, he can't stop Fen Qiao's heart from yearning for the kitchen.

"Jojo, I'll wash it." He Kun stood opposite Fen Qiao and couldn't bear to speak.

He watched Fen Qiao □□ the fresh cabbage brought by Liang Tezhu scattered.

Fen Qiao raised his head and opened his eyes wide, "Didn't I wash clean enough?" ”

Of course not...... You're so clean.

He Kun thought so, but he couldn't bear to hit Fen Qiao's enthusiasm again, and silently retreated to the kitchen door.

He always felt that after meeting, the two people in his impression had changed.

Gu Yan was not as cold and serious as He Kun's impression, he took off his formal jacket, rolled up his shirt twice, concise and capable, and put oil in the pot.

In the past, He Kun would never have imagined that his little uncle, who didn't eat fireworks in the world, would actually cook.

And now, it's really happened.

His noble little uncle with an indifferent personality urged Fen Qiao in the smoke: "Qiao Qiao, have you washed your dishes?" ”

"Huh?" Fen Qiao turned back nervously, and Nuo Nuo said: "I haven't washed ...... yet."

In fact, it wasn't just He Kun, Fen Qiao himself didn't expect Gu Yan to cook.

The first time she ate Gu Yan's cooking, she felt that she had to wash the vegetables herself to make sense. That's why I'm standing here against all odds.

Gu Yan couldn't cry or laugh, so he could only turn off the fire and return to the pool: "Qiaoqiao, you have washed it very clean." ”

"Really?" Fen Qiao directly regarded this as a compliment, and Mei Zizi said, "Then I'll help you wash it next time." ”

He Kun couldn't bear to turn around.

In addition to not being able to leave this villa, He Kun felt that his life was good to eat and drink, and he was quite comfortable seeing Fen Qiao every day.

In the past, Yanjing and the emperor were thousands of miles apart, and He Kun missed Fen Qiao, but he didn't know what kind of reason and identity to take to see her

And now, people are right in front of their eyes.

Just like before in the Affiliated High School of Yunnan University, I talked to him without any guilt and smiled at him.

In fact, in a sense, He Kun was very grateful to Gu Yan.

Compared with the past, Fenqiao is much more cheerful now, and her smile is a sense of happiness from the heart, like a clear spring, flowing into people's hearts.

Although he told himself again and again, his family was destined not to let Fen Qiao live a carefree life. But whenever he saw that smile, he couldn't control his heart.

It still beats as fast as ever.

In fact, he regretted that if he had not accepted the escort to Yanjing, he had gone to Chongwen instead. At least you can look at her from afar, as you do now.

As long as I can see her, my heart is filled with satisfaction.

Gu Yan was still in the kitchen, the dishes were served on the table, and Fen Qiao took the lead in picking up the chopsticks and taking a bite.

The presentation of the dishes is extremely clean and beautiful, simple and exquisite.

"Is it delicious?" He Kun set up the dishes and chopsticks and asked her curiously.

Fen Qiao tasted a few bites, put down his chopsticks, and stopped talking.

Not tasty?

He Kun's eyes widened, it couldn't be, right?

Uncle Xiao has always been demanding perfection in his work, since his craftsmanship is not good, how can he tolerate the dishes he makes on the table?

Isn't it delicious?

Looking at Fen Qiao's indescribable expression, he didn't know why, he wanted to laugh a little.

No matter how perfect a person is, there is always an imperfect side.

As a result, in the next second, Fen Qiao shattered his illusion.

Just as Gu Yan came out of the kitchen with the last dish.

Fen Qiao turned his head and looked at him fixedly, with a look of resentment.

"Gu Yan!"

"I hate you!"

"Why?" Gu Yan put the last dish on the table, put down the cuffs he was holding in a hurry, and asked questions cooperatively.

"Why did you never cook before!"

"You don't know if I made it after you ate it," Gu Yan helped Fen Qiao set up the dishes and chopsticks, and beckoned to her, "Come over and eat." ”

Fen Qiao still didn't believe it, "When did I eat it?" Why don't I even know? ”

"Pumpkin porridge, millet porridge, preserved egg porridge......"

Fen Qiao was speechless, this is all the porridge she hates the most, she has always drunk it like medicine, where is she willing to taste it, and swallowed it directly.

The simple four dishes and one soup were made by Gu Yan to make a chef's sense of immediacy, with neat knife work, beautiful colors, and exquisite plating

Fen Qiao had been training to swim all morning, and his body was already hungry. He Kun gave her a small half bowl of rice, and she ate it all.

Looking at the bottom of Fenqiao's empty bowl, He Kun was still a little unable to come back to his senses, "It's still ...... Do you want more? ”

He Kun remembered that last year, Fen Qiao was still a person who had to count half a grain of rice, and he only hoped that Fen Qiao would eat more, but he could persuade and persuade Fen Qiao to eat a little less than the size of a kitten.

"I can't eat it!" Fen Qiao waved his hand, rubbed his round little belly, and went to the balcony to eat.

He Kun got up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

Fen Qiao was not there, He Kun finished cleaning up, hesitated for a while, but still tentatively said, "Uncle...... My mom she ......"

"She's fine."

Gu Yan saw through at a glance what he wanted to ask. He got up slowly, poured a glass of water, and said slowly: "As for the future...... You're smart, Hekun. You should know what to do. ”

"Yes, I know." He Kun bowed his head silently.

"I'll persuade her to stop forcing things that aren't her own."

Every boy will have a tall idol to worship and imitate in his mind since he was a child, and for He Kun, at a similar age, he can't find someone better than Gu Yan.

Gu Yan was once the object of his greatest admiration in his life, but the positions between people are different, as he grew older, he gradually understood these truths, and those crazy worship when he was a child slowly faded, but no matter how deep the gap between the two was, his uncle was always a special existence in his life.

And now, Gu Yan admonished him like this.

……

Until the day before returning to the imperial capital, Fen Qiao also went to the swimming pool for the last time.

The natatorium has brought a new group of potential children, most of whom are students of the sports school.

Fen Qiao is beautiful, and the children heard the old curator say that Fen Qiao also won many awards when she was a child, and every time Fen Qiao entered the swimming pool, everyone was very excited, and the timid peeked at her from afar, and the bold ones would come up and ask her some swimming questions.

Although Fen Qiao is afraid to speak, in the face of children, she talks a lot, and asks some professional questions about swimming, but as long as she knows, she always wants to give it to others.

Because seeing them is like seeing yourself when you were a child.

Hearing that Fen Qiao was going back to the imperial capital the next day, the children flocked up and handed Fen Qiao a notebook for signature.

Fen Qiao was embarrassed by everyone's expectant eyes......

She can't write the font of the signature, and will it be despised to write the neat font signature of a schoolboy?

"I didn't bring a pen,......," Fen Qiao pretended to be embarrassed.

"I brought it!"

Before Fen Qiao could speak, he was interrupted by the voice of a girl in the back row. The apple-faced girl decisively held up a colored highlighter. Wave your hand to Fen Qiao.

Fen Qiao reluctantly took the pen, her big eyes turned around and came back, and she had an idea, and set her eyes on Gu Yan who was sitting on the edge of the pool

After arriving in Diancheng, Gu Yan almost had no official business, and accompanied Fen Qiao everywhere every day, and when she was swimming, Gu Yan sat in the stands in the lobby of the swimming pool.

"Wait a minute." Fen Qiao took a leave of absence from the children, accepted a stack of books, trotted to Gu Yan, and took his hand and ran to a place where no one was.

The stairwell stopped, and Fen Qiao embarrassedly handed out a stack of notebooks, "Gu Yan......"

"I know your handwriting is beautiful......" she blinked.

"Jojo, what they want is not my autograph." Gu Yan couldn't cry or laugh.

"But I want to give them the most beautiful autograph," Fen Qiao said, "and I can't spoil my perfect image in their minds." ”

"Qiao ......" Gu Yan spoke again, but before he could say it clearly, Fen Qiao stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, and with a crisp sound, people passing by the corridor couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

Fen Qiao was not shy anymore, and looked back generously.

This time Gu Yan resigned himself to his fate, this Mr. Gu, who has never signed and approved large orders, and every stroke is worth a thousand gold, held a cute highlighter, imitating a woman's font, and wrote Fen Qiao's name one by one on a pile of books.

……

As soon as the plane landed in the imperial capital, Luo Xinxin's phone called.

Aggressive, "Jojo! You still remember to come back! ”

"Do you remember that I was your little friend? Do you still have a place for me as a little friend in your heart? ”

Fen Qiao didn't say anything about what happened in Diancheng, Luo Xinxin naturally didn't know, she just thought that Fenqiao just said hello casually and ran back to Diancheng for a long vacation.

In fact, Fen Qiao quite enjoyed Luo Xinxin's way of caring.

She carried the phone to help her friend smooth her hair for a while, and within a few minutes, Luo Xinxin really forgot the deep hatred just now, and began to share gossip with her without any guilt.

"You know what? Fen Qiao, Professor Jiang Han of our cultural philosophy and cultural industry class has left his job, and now he is a teaching assistant teaching assistant. ”

Left?

"How could it be so sudden?"

"I heard my dad say that Professor Jiang's husband seems to have been arrested and stolen a lot of taxes, and it is estimated that he will stay in it for a long time, and Professor Jiang is helping him run around............" Luo Xinxin sighed with some emotion: "Pity Professor Jiang, she is so temperamental, and she also values love and righteousness."

Not pathetic at all.

Fen Qiao silently read a sentence in his heart, feeling very happy for Gu Yan. Although Gu Yuming is Gu Yan's father, he has not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father for a day, such a ruthless person deserves it.

However, this time period is strange, Fen Qiao always feels that there is something inside that she doesn't know, how could Gu Yan's father be suddenly found out for tax evasion?

Before she could think clearly, Luo Xinxin continued: "Fortunately, you're back, Fen Qiao." ”

"The great god has played a lot of games, won them all, you didn't have a single one, and now he doesn't bother to celebrate when he scores."