"Are you sure...... You're going to wash? Qin Feiyu asked with some disbelief.

"Is there anything wrong?" As Fu Jingye spoke, he squeezed Qin Feiyu aside, stood in front of the pool, and began to wash the vegetables.

"Huh...... I didn't ......" Qin Feiyu smiled, didn't say anything, and secretly sighed in his heart: It's not a question of whether it's proper or not, it's too strange!

The dish was washed, so Qin Feiyu went to get two eggs, beat them into the bowl, and began to beat the eggs.

While beating eggs, he watched Fu Jingye wash vegetables.

At this time, Fu Jingye's blazer had already been taken off, and he was only wearing a black solid-color silk shirt, the sleeves of the shirt were pulled up to the crook of his arm, and he washed it very seriously, looking decent.

Qin Feiyu couldn't help but wonder in his heart, how could a person of his status do this?

At this time, how did she know that when Fu Jingye and his younger brother and mother were dependent on each other, he often took the initiative to help his mother do some housework, but his mother cherished him and his younger brother and did not allow him and his younger brother to do these things.

After the vegetables were washed, Fu Jingye sorted the washed vegetables into the vegetable frame, turned his head to look at the back of the garlic head squatting in front of the garbage can, and his eyes showed tenderness.

After all the ingredients were washed and prepared, Fu Jingye couldn't help with the next thing, but he insisted on staying in the kitchen and watching Qin Feiyu cook.

Qin Fei couldn't resist him, so he could only rely on him.

Qin Feiyu, who was watched by him, whose pressure soared in a straight line, resisted the huge pressure like this, and began her "live broadcast" style of cooking under Mr. Fu's focused and candle-hot sight.

However, our Mr. Fu didn't really just stand on the sidelines, and sometimes he would take the initiative to help deliver a seasoning, a plate or something.

Occasionally, Mr. Fu would ask some strange and laughable questions, and Qin Feiyu would sometimes be surprised, sometimes ignorant, and laugh constantly.

In the small kitchen, the picture of the two of them busy together in front of the stove is harmonious and warm, and it looks very warm.

Qin Feiyu also felt for the first time that it was a very, very happy thing to have someone by her side to cook with her.

Not long after, the delicious four dishes and one soup were freshly baked and put on the table, and the aroma of the food immediately wafted into the air, which made people appetize.

Fu Jingye was not restrained at all, he sat directly opposite Qin Feiyu, and after taking the bowl full of rice that she handed over, he ate it slowly and methodically.

Although it was not the first time he had eaten at the same table with Fu Jingye, Qin Feiyu would still sigh in his heart for his good table manners.

This time, Fu Jingye ate two bowls.

Finally, after eating, he also helped Qin Feiyu clean up the table and rushed to wash the dishes.

Qin Fei couldn't compete with him, so she could only let him go, although she said seriously, "Don't knock the dishes short", she still smiled and left the kitchen with a relieved smile.

Coming to the balcony and looking at the pedestrians and vehicles coming and going on the street downstairs, the corners of Qin Feiyu's mouth rose again.

Such warmth and warmth, she had never experienced and felt, it was so intoxicating.

Suddenly, a pair of powerful arms encircled her into her arms, this time, Qin Feiyu did not resist, the two of them just stood on the balcony, and no one spoke.

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