He crept closer, leaning down and staring at her carefully.

Zhou Xiaoxiao felt the breath of his oppression, and when he raised his eyes, he looked at him, time seemed to stop at this moment, and the two of them were each other's figures in their eyes.

Chen Minghai stared at her delicate lips, big smart eyes, and slowly lowered his head, but suddenly he stood up straight and turned his back.

In fact, at that moment just now, Zhou Xiaoxiao felt that Chen Minghai wanted to kiss her on the lips, but then he didn't know why he changed his mind.

And her heart is also looking forward to that kiss to fall on her lips.

Chen Minghai's lips are rosy and full, I don't know what it tastes like?

Zhou Xiaoxiao thought of this, and quickly covered her face, when did she become so sexy?

After a long time, Chen Minghai suppressed her emotions and turned around, she was still like the same as before, holding the pen sometimes frowning, sometimes drawing a few times on it, and her slender and thin wrists raised the hair that fell from her cheeks from time to time.

Beauty is like a painting.

He squatted down, and his warm palm firmly held Zhou Xiaoxiao's little hand, so that it would not hurt her, but it would not let her break free.

The warmth of his palm, like a warm current, dispelled the cold air of the night.

Zhou Xiaoxiao glanced at Chen Minghai with his eyes, but saw that there was no expression on his calm face, only the slightly hooked corners of his lips showed that he was a little excited at the moment.

His deep eyes fell on her little face, and he sighed and said, "Are you still angry?" ”

was stared at by him like this, no matter how big Zhou Xiaoxiao's anger was, she had already figured it out.

"I'm not angry." Her voice was soft, soft.

Because the two of them were very close to each other, the breath of her words blew in her ears, Chen Minghai's ears were red, a trace of ripples was lifted, her heart tightened suddenly, and her eyes became deeper and deeper.

Zhou Xiaoxiao's face was full of shame when he saw his burning gaze, and only then did he realize that they were too close, and quickly turned his face and returned to the notebook in front of him.

She struggled to withdraw her hand, her fingertips inadvertently brushing his cheek, a strange feeling, gently and softly, with a hint of charm, and his heart was imprisoned in that moment.

He reached out and landed on top of her head, only for her to suddenly look up at him, and he froze there.

"Minghai, fried rice is just the first step, my original intention is to make popcorn." She looked serious, deliberately ignoring the tremor in her heart.

"Popcorn?" She had mentioned it before, and he thought it was fried rice, but he didn't think about the real difference between the two.

Zhou Xiaoxiao handed him what he had written.

Ingredients: corn kernels or rice, sugar, corn oil or peanut oil

Need a pan, just the kind of big pot she bought, heat, put in a small amount of oil, medium heat, and when the oil is burned to eight minutes hot, put in the corn kernels, stir-fry a few times with a spatula, and let it evenly spread the bottom of the pot, see that it is ready to burst into flowers, quickly cover the pot and change the heat to low, wait until there is a crackling sound inside, and it is estimated that you can reduce the fire in three or five minutes!

She just wrote it down from the memory in her head, and she still needed to experiment with the specific heat.

Write it out so that he can see it in his heart.

Juanxiu's handwriting is very well-written, and there is not a single typo.

His forehead wrinkled even tighter, and he looked at her frequently.

Zhou Xiaoxiao was afraid that he would ask and smirked and said, "I was told to me in a dream." ”。

It's okay to coax a three-year-old child to say this, where would Chen Minghai believe it.