Jiang Che clearly saw He Wan's resoluteness, and also felt the coldness. His mood was a little complicated for a while, and it was even difficult to describe in words.

…

The moment the fragrant chicken soup appeared on the table, Jiang Che still had the picture of the chicken dying in his mind.

He Wan picked up the spoon and tasted the chicken soup, and nodded, "It tastes good, you really have a share in cooking." ”

"It seems that what I said is a little bit wrong, you seem to be a point in everything, you can learn well in learning, and you can do many things that your peers can't do at this age, I like it very much!"

He Wan finished simply, and continued to be neighbors. Jiang Che looked at the bowl of chicken soup he made with some resistance, in his opinion, chickens are also alive.

"Would you like to taste the fruits of your labor?"

He Wan raised the spoon in his hand, Jiang Che did not answer, but shook his head. He Wan didn't force him, "Okay, if you're hungry, you can eat something, if you don't eat this chicken, I'll eat it myself." ”

Jiang Che still didn't say anything. He Wan was as if nothing had happened, and she ate happily. In the end, he also gave half of the chicken and chicken soup to Lin Dongcai, Lin Dongcai couldn't believe that your chicken soup would be Jiang Che's handiwork.

…

Time passed quickly, and the two days were still the same as usual. Jiang Che has never forgotten the incident when He Wan wanted to drink chicken soup, and He Wan's approach made him a little confused. Seeing that he didn't ask himself, He Wan didn't take the initiative to explain. When the Spring Festival came again, Jiang Che's height was almost parallel to He Wan's, and He Wan didn't even expect that Jiang Che's height would grow so quickly. If it continues to rise like this, do you still want to be dignified?

"Jiang Che, what gift do you want this New Year?"

Jiang Che: "No gifts!" ”

He Wan: "Don't have anything you like?" ”

"If I give you a book, do you want it?"

Jiang Che raised his head instantly, "This is a must." ”

"You don't want a gift!"

"Books are not like other gifts."

He Wan also made eye contact with him. It's just that He Wan's brows twisted slightly, and she seemed a little disappointed.

Jiang Che: "What's the matter, sister, did I say the wrong thing?" ”

Jiang Che still maintained the insight he had when he first met He Wan, as long as there was any change in He Wan's body, he could feel it.

He Wan is also a perceptive and observant person, but she disdains these methods on a fart child.

"You're not wrong, it's just that I feel a little regretful."

Jiang Che: "What made my sister feel sorry?" ”

He Wan: "I suddenly found that the flesh on your face is gone, and after the Spring Festival, you will have to go to school like other friends, and now that you have no meat on your face and hands, you don't feel as cute as before." ”

"Do you know when I first met you? At that time, I thought that I had met a ghost in the middle of the night, and the appearance of your whole red fruit scared me. ”

"But after you wash it, you're covered in flesh, super cute."

"It's getting more and more uncute now!"

Jiang Che's face wrinkled: "Sister likes cute people? ”

He Wan: "Well, it's okay, I like it." ”