Su Jingtian went to the small supermarket not far downstairs to buy noodles and eggs, as well as some spices and chopsticks that he needed, and then started to work in the kitchen in style.

Gu Qing'an sat on the sofa in the living room and played with his mobile phone, looking up at Su Jingtian who was busy in the kitchen from time to time, and suddenly felt a lot more settled in his heart.

After a while, Su Jingtian walked to the living room with two bowls of noodles, the appearance of the noodles looked ordinary, the white noodles were floating with a little golden oil, green onions were dotted with green onions, and there was an egg lying quietly on the side of the bowl. Before she got to Gu Qing'an, she smelled the aroma of the noodle soup: warm, moist, with a hint of saltiness, Gu Qing'an used to marking the smell of food with color, just like the smell of this bowl of noodle soup was light brown for her.

"Not bad, right?" Su Jingtian's tone was pleasant, with an obvious sense of invitation.

Gu Qing'an felt that if Su Jingtian had a tail, he must be shaking it very happily at this time, and it was still high, she couldn't help but be a little funny, she took a bite of noodles, and then deliberately joked to him: "It's not good, it's not as good as my craftsmanship, I can braise beef, Laotan sauerkraut......"

Gu Qing'an obviously saw that Su Jingtian's "tail" was not moving, he stared at a pair of eyes, and said unhappily: "Instant noodles, I will too, but I won't be happy if you say that my noodles are not delicious." A chef-level person like me deigns to cook for you, and you actually say it's not good? Next time, don't want to taste the master's craftsmanship again. ”

Gu Qing'an didn't hold back the "poof" laugh, looking at Su Jingtian's appearance, he was in a very good mood: "It's really hard for the chef, hahaha, in fact, the noodles taste good, much better than the taste I cooked." ”

Su Jingtian's face immediately looked much better, he looked like he wanted to laugh and held back his strength, and said arrogant words in his mouth: "Don't think that praising me now can make me happy, I'll tell you, it's too late." Don't try to taste my craft again. ”

Gu Qing'an saw that he looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, and continued: "Unless ......?" ”

"Unless ......" Su Jingtian looked at Gu Qing'an's playful expression, and was almost about to blurt out, "Unless you kiss me", but he held back, he made a disdainful expression and said, "Unless you promise to accompany me to breakfast every day." After speaking, as if he felt that his request was too embarrassing, he hurriedly added: "I just think it's too miserable to eat alone." ”、

Gu Qingan remembered that he seemed to have said something similar before: "It's too miserable to watch a movie alone." She ate the noodles she had picked up, bit the bottom of her chopsticks, and asked vaguely, "Are you particularly afraid of loneliness?" ”

Su Jingtian paused with his hand on chopsticks, and thought: "I'm not lonely by myself, I feel lonely when I like someone." But he said unconvinced: "No! After thinking about it, something was wrong, and without waiting for Gu Qing'an to reply, he added: "Anyway, you just say whether to accompany or not, right?" ”

Gu Qingan said with a smile: "I don't have the habit of eating breakfast, so I can't get up." ”

Su Jingtian choked, but still said: "Then I will wake you up every morning to eat with me." ”

Gu Qing'an's eyes widened, and he said angrily: "Don't disturb me to sleep, I have the gas to get up." Gu Qing'an was already petite, and when she made an expression with bulging cheeks on both sides, she looked like a little hamster hiding food, plus she was prone to blushing and now her face was slightly red, Su Jingtian only felt that her hands were itchy, and she wanted to poke the face of the "little hamster".

He endured it for a few seconds, but he still didn't hold back, he stretched out his right index finger and poked Gu Qing'an's cheek, Gu Qing'an was stunned, and Su Jingtian was also stunned. The touch from the tips of the fingers is warm, soft, and heals like a furry.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing!" It is said that the neighbors heard this roar that night, and thought that it was a new mother who was educating her children.