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On the way home.

Ning Qiluo was about to call Jiang Yingchi and say good night early, and the first thing he said when he answered the phone was: "Come back early for dinner." ”

"Where are you?" Ning Qiluo asked.

"What do you say?"

When she returned home and saw Jiang Yingchi cooking in the kitchen, Ning Qiluo's fatigue disappeared.

She was full of joy, rushed over and hugged him from behind: "Good evening, Jiang Yingchi." ”

This movement was a little bigger, so much so that the soup spoon in Jiang Yingchi's hand overflowed with some soup.

He put down the soup spoon and looked sideways behind him, "Good evening, Ning Qiluo." ”

"As soon as you call me by my full name, I always feel like things are serious." She leaned forward and said to him.

Jiang Yingchi theorized about this sentence: "So, what about you calling me by my full name?" ”

"I've always called you Jiang Yingchi, and I'm used to calling your full name." She looks quite reasonable.

But it's true that she is used to calling him by his full name, except for occasionally flirting with Uncle Jiang, she calls him by his full name most of the time.

"Why don't you call it another way." He was induced by rational thinking.

Ning Qiluo sighed, and pretended to think for a while: "Mr. Jiang? ”

He doesn't speak.

Ning Qiluo concluded: "I don't like to call you Mr. Jiang. ”

"I don't like it either." He said.

Ning Qiluo's eyebrows and eyes bloomed: "It's rare to reach an agreement, then let's call your full name, after all, there are not many people who can call you by your full name." ”

Amused by the little girl, he pulled her hand away: "Go wash your hands, I'll fry another dish." ”

"Okay."

Because of Jiang Yingchi's arrival, Ning Qiluo was so happy that she even went to wash her hands and hummed a song.

When I came back, three dishes and one soup were already on the table, a very simple dinner, and it was also a dinner for only two people.

"The men of your Jiang family are really good at cooking." She complimented.

Jiang Yingchi glanced at her, and then gave her a dish, as if asking casually: "Then do you think the food I cook is appetizing?" ”

"Together."

Ning Qiluo ate the dishes he clothed, the smile on her face did not change, and she pulled out a thousand catties to round the words back: "I am not very picky about food, most of them are appetizing." ”

After speaking, she was secretly glad that she was almost exposed.

The corners of Jiang Yingchi's lips were very shallow: "What you like to eat, I'll make it for you next time." ”

"Everything." She replied.

Jiang Yingchi stopped testing her and mentioned another thing: "Packed up?" ”

"There is nothing to pack, the organizer will arrange it, and my home is in country Y, so I don't need to bring daily necessities and clothes." She said as she ate.

The appetite looks good.

Basically ate all the dishes he clothed.

Jiang Yingchi gave her some cloth again, and told her: "Chew and swallow slowly to digest." ”

"I know, but tonight's dinner was all made by you, and it's so delicious, I can't help it."

The little girl's deliberate words were particularly beautiful, and they made the old man feel excited.

Sweet mouth has the benefits of sweet mouth, if she said that before recovering her memory, she was not sure which set Jiang Yingchi ate her, but now that she has recovered her memory, Ning Qiluo knows best which set Jiang Yingchi ate her.

He can't stand her adoring gaze at him the most, being coquettish to him, or being ignorant and cute......

Thinking of the half year when he lost his memory, his IQ was extraordinarily jumpy, he could take all the orders and be eaten to death, Ning Qiluo understood that Uncle Jiang was actually a lolita.