Chapter Twenty-Three: Dark Cuisine

Jiang Sheng's gaze stayed on her right leg that was lifted into the air for a few seconds, and he held his forehead, "What are you looking for me?" ”

"I ...... I'll send you your homework. And your wallet, I forgot to return it to you yesterday. ”

She smiled and retracted her legs, offering her things in both hands.

"Homework?"

"I went to your class to look for you after school yesterday, and I ran into Xu Jialin, she gave it to me, let me hand it over to you." Chi Miao replied.

He took the things perfunctorily, turned around to go back to the house, Chi Miao quickly pulled the door out, "Jiang Sheng, your face is as white as a ghost, you won't have a stomachache again." ”

As he spoke, he got under his arm holding the door panel, and Jiang Sheng was stunned for a moment with a sensitive operation.

"Don't think it's so easy to send me away." Chi Miao once again confirmed that he was indeed not good-looking, and expected that a sick number would not be able to do anything to her, so he raised his head and said with a bluff: "Have you eaten breakfast and lunch?" ”

He ignored her, closed the door and slowly lay back on the living room couch.

Chi Miao came to the side and squatted down and poked him, "Didn't you eat it?" ”

"I've eaten it."

"Liar."

“……”

"Did you eat or not?"

He tilted his head to look at her, and after a moment he turned his face away.

"Nope."

"Cut, I know." Chi Miao stood up, "It's because you don't eat on time that your stomach will have problems." I already have stomach problems and abuse my body so badly, it's just death. ”

Jiang Sheng didn't answer, like a balloon that had been maliciously punctured.

It seems to be really uncomfortable.

Chi Miao said sullenly: "You eat a little more." ”

She'd better go get him some food.

"Huh-"

The rice cooker is empty.

Forget about the empty ones, it's not like it's clean, it doesn't look like no one has used it for a long time, Chi Miao was suddenly confused, and subconsciously wanted to check the refrigerator, and sure enough, the refrigerator was also empty, only a few boxes of instant cold food, a few cans of side dishes, and some fruits.

Cooktops, hoods, chopping boards.

Everything in this kitchen is simply not a lot of pyrotechnics.

Is this where people live?

"What do you usually eat? Instant noodles? Ordering takeout? ”

"Hmm."

"Huh!? It's okay not to answer so calmly. ”

I can't stand it!

"You wait." She left a short word of advice and ran out, and when she came back, Jiang Sheng saw her holding a plate in her hand.

"My dad baked the scallion cake this morning." Chi Miao pressed the power button of the kettle, sat on the chair with her hands crossed, and after the water boiled, she soaked the scallion pancake in the hot water and filtered it several times to skim off the oil.

The movements of her hands grew slower.

She remembered that she had a fever and couldn't eat greasy things, so her mother cooked a pot of rice porridge and drained the oil from the scallion cake as a staple food for her to eat, which looked good and tasted good.

It's definitely not what dark cuisine looks like now.

Chi Miao stared at the strange paste in the bowl, weighing in her heart whether Jiang Sheng would deign to taste her failed work.

Well, of course not.

"Done?"

Jiang Sheng appeared behind her at some point.

Chi Miao glared at him like a ghost, "Why do you walk silently?" ”

Jiang Sheng glanced at her coldly and raised his eyebrows, "Have you done it?" ”

"What do you think?" Chi Miao hung her head and felt very embarrassed, "I'll dump it later, and you will act as if nothing happened." ”