"Little classmate, do you want to return the book?"

A familiar voice rang out.

Qin Jiu turned his face.

At the door of the small bungalow, Shen Zhifei leaned against the door frame as if he had no bones, his left hand in the pocket of his trousers, and a cigarette between his right fingers.

The black shirt reflected the porcelain white, and the pale cyan smoke was shrouded, making the man's handsome face a little hazy, and the shallow peach blossom eyes became more and more unpredictable and mysterious.

Qin Jiu walked over and handed him the book in his hand.

"It's broken, how can I pay for it?"

Seeing her approaching, Shen Zhifei put out the cigarette in the ashtray placed on the flower stand at the door.

"I'll see."

Shen Zhifei took the book, stood up, and walked into the small bungalow.

Qin Jiu followed up.

The house is obviously newly renovated, the walls are painted in a very light azure, and a pair of words are hung on the wall, which are written in Liu Yongzhi's "Rhyme with Song Xueyuan".

"The heart knows that it is not far away, but it is the old man's thoughts."

The inscription reads "Gift to Brother Zhifei, June of the Year of Xinmao" - the date of nine years ago.

Shen Zhifei put the book on the table and looked at Qin Jiu sideways, "What do you think of this writing?" ”

"Okay."

The writing is aura, and it is also sharp.

It's just that the practice time is still short, or the age is not very old, and there is a little less precipitation and restraint.

On the table, the alarm clock of the mobile phone rings.

"Wait a minute."

Shen Zhifei put the book on the table and walked into the cubicle.

When he came out again, he was already holding a small bamboo drawer in his hand.

The steamed pork ribs just out of the pot, sprinkled with green chives, are full of fragrance.

That's where the aroma comes from.

Qin Jiu swallowed his saliva.

Putting the ribs on the coffee table, Shen Zhifei pulled the paper towel to wipe his hands, and turned the page to see: "Small crease, it's okay." ”

Qin Jiu stared at the ribs on the table: "How much." ”

"Don't lose money."

"I mean ribs."

Shen Zhifei smiled.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Pulling open the chair by the window at the dining table, he patted the back of the chair, "Let's sit down and eat together, just right...... The dish is too much. ”

Qin Jiu stood still and didn't move: "I can't eat for nothing." ”

"Then ......" Shen Zhifei thought for a while, "A batch of books came in the morning, and you will help me sort them out after dinner in a while?" ”

Eat his food and help him with his work.

Fair.

Qin Jiu nodded.

"Deal."

"Sit down!"

Qin Jiu sat down at the table, and Shen Zhifei personally helped her serve a bowl of rice and handed it over.

In the bone china vial, the rice grains are crystal clear and distinct.

Qin Jiu pinched the chopsticks on the table, glanced at the chopsticks and bone china chopsticks rest in his hand, and squinted his eyes.

He prepared......

Three pairs of cutlery?!

"There are more than 60 little girls here this morning, and my mouth is going to be thin!" Ding Rui walked into the hut, "It's so fragrant, I didn't expect to be able to eat the dishes you cook in my lifetime, if I let our club ......"

Seeing Qin Jiu sitting at the table, Ding Rui swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

The Kagoshima black pork ribs and Yunnan matsutake mushrooms that were flown in came from an hour in advance, and I thought they were some VIPs, but they turned out to be ...... It's because of this one!

Shen Zhifei glanced at him, sandwiched a piece of pork ribs, and put it on Qin Jiu's plate.

"Try the ribs."

Qin Jiu picked up the pork ribs and took a bite, which was fragrant and glutinous, and the taste was just right.

"Is it delicious?"

"Yes."

She still has ribs in her mouth, chewing carefully, her pink cheeks rise and fall slightly with the action of chewing, which is rare and cute.

Shen Zhifei narrowed his peach blossom eyes and helped her sandwich a cabbage sum and put it on the plate.

"Eat some greens, you are still growing your body, you must have balanced nutrition."

Qin Jiu didn't move his chopsticks: "I don't eat leafy vegetables." ”

"Try it, and if it doesn't taste good, throw it up!"

The man's tone was patient, like a child's tone.

Ding Rui: "......"

Is this really the Shen Zhifei he knows who turns his face when he doesn't get along?