"Mom, do you still have tapioca flour at home?"

Jiang Ran poked her head out of the kitchen and asked in her throat, Jiang's mother and Ye Xin were chatting happily, and suddenly she was interrupted, her face was a little stinky, and she replied angrily: "No." ”

"Oh, then I'll go downstairs to the supermarket and buy some." With that, Jiang Ran took off her apron and walked to the door, Jiang's mother glanced at her and asked, "What do you want tapioca flour for?" ”

"Make some bubble tea, I heard that Sister Grace loves sweets. Your old man and my brother don't eat sweets, so no one appreciates my craftsmanship, so I just let Sister Grace taste it today. ”

Mother Jiang glanced at Jiang Ran, with a face full of contempt, "I advise you not to treat Ye Xin as a guinea pig, in case she is poisoned after drinking, I won't stop your brother from beating you." ”

Jiang Ran: "......"

What guinea pigs! I've drunk it myself many times.

Ye Xin smiled and said, "Xiao Ran is really amazing, she can even make bubble tea, and the pearls are made by herself with tapioca flour?" ”

"Hmmm! All handmade~"

Jiang Ran regained a little dignity from Ye Xin, raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, but before she was more than three seconds proud, her old mother poured another scoop of cold water over:

"Don't listen to her blind show, it's just a gourd to draw a scoop, and the painting is not like it, the shape of the pearl is pinched strangely, and I can bear the general round square, there are even pentagram stars and noodles, how can that strange shape be sucked up with a straw."

Ye Xin: "......"

Being able to knead into that shape is another way of saying that it's very technical.

Jiang Ran snorted lightly and went out, and Jiang's mother condescended to take the initiative to help in the kitchen, not letting Ye Xin interfere. Ye Xin didn't know what to do, so he walked back and forth in the living room, walked to the door of Jiang Lin's room, and saw a whiteboard on it, on which a few big characters were written with a black carbon pen:

Scientists' offices, idlers are not allowed to enter.

"......" is a bit of a cold humor, and even set up an office in the sleeping place.

Idlers are exempted, these words are encouraging "idlers" to go in and have a look, so Ye Xin pushed the door in with a trace of curiosity.

The so-called scientist's office is actually no different, except that Jiang Lin's room looks empty. The room is very well lit, there are almost no idle things, only a bed, a wardrobe, a set of desks and a bookshelf, no other sundries, everything is neatly placed, there is nothing on the wall, the white wall is empty, but it adds a sense of emptiness to the room.

This bedroom...... is really as cold as Jiang Lin.

Ye Xin walked to the bookcase. His bookcase was large, taking up almost half of the wall, and there were all kinds of books on it, most of which were related to medicine, and then all kinds of books on literature, psychology, history, and sociology, many of which were for teenagers. No wonder he seems to know a little bit of everything, it seems that he has been a good boy who loves to read since he was a child.

In the most conspicuous position is a black digital video camera, which should be Jiang Lin's special treasure, which is placed in the cell in the center of the bookcase, and there is a stack of photos next to it.

Ye Xin took out the photo and flipped through it, the photos were very beautiful, they were all natural scenery, and there were few portraits.

She cautiously picked up the camera, turned it on and switched to recording mode, and when her own face appeared on the screen, she clicked to start recording.

She smiled at herself on the screen and said:

"Jiang Lin, I didn't expect me to use your camera secretly! I'm sorry, although I know it's rude to mess with other people's things, but who made you my boyfriend, I'll turn over what you can do with me? Hee hee ~~ to give you a little advice, you have taken so many landscape photos, but few portrait photos, I think your photography skills are not bad, or how about I will be your model in the future? ”

After a recording was completed, Ye Xin clicked Save, and then quietly put the camera back to its original position, and slipped out of the "office" as if nothing had happened.

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