When Erin came back from drying her clothes, she saw ginger sitting alone and knocked on the kitchen door.

Wen Xili opened the door for a look, then opened the door.

Erin gestured to him, and the man stepped out of the way and let her in.

Jiang Jiu tilted his head to look at the two of them, and saw Wen Xili glance at her, and closed the kitchen door for her again.

Cut.

Divine anger what.

Jiang Jiu pursed his lips and took out his phone to play a game.

Five minutes later, Erin came out of the kitchen with a plate of strawberries in her hand.

She didn't speak, just gently placed the strawberries in front of her and made a gesture at her to eat.

Jiang Jiu looked up at her, the little girl had a good face, if it wasn't for the fact that her eyes were slightly wider than ordinary people, she wouldn't be slightly mentally retarded at all.

She took a bite of the strawberry and thanked her.

Then, I couldn't help but glance in the direction of the kitchen.

It's a pity that Erin is a little mute, otherwise, she could have asked her what Wenciley had done while staying here.

It's so good that you don't stay in the big city, the second young master of the Wen family doesn't do it, and you have to cook it yourself when you go to the countryside where this kind of bird doesn't.

She almost wondered if this guy's head had broken down in the past three years.

Could it be that the car accident didn't actually knock him into amnesia, but - knocked him stupid?

She was arranging in her heart, and suddenly she heard a small cheer from Erin, and the ginger wine turned her head, and saw the man come out of the kitchen, holding something hot in his hand, and carry it into the dining room.

Erin stumbled over, looking familiar with Wen Xili, and the man walked out of the dining room and hooked his finger at her.

The smell of chicken soup was in the air, which grew stronger when the kitchen door opened, and she had not eaten anything in the first place, and her stomach was screaming with hunger.

Erin walked out of the dining room, pulled her excitedly, and led her into the dining room.

There were two bowls of ramen on the table, one smaller and one larger, and Erin pressed her next to the large bowl.

Jiang Jiu lowered his head and looked at the steaming chicken noodle soup in front of him, a little stunned.

The noodles are flour that Wen Xili just bought from the supermarket, and the chicken soup is the chicken soup that Wen Xili has just boiled, with a little chopped green onion on top, which is full of color and fragrance.

She bowed her head and took a sip of the soup.

It may have been blended according to her taste, and the taste was just right.

She glanced at the man leaning against the doorrail, his sleeves still rolled, his slender fingers, no trace of cooking, neat and clean.

Jiang Jiu retracted his gaze, lowered his head, and seriously finished eating the noodles he had personally made for her, and finally drank the soup as well.

The man came over, sat across from her, leaned his chin and asked, "Do you like it?" ”

Ginger wine's face was not very good.

She wasn't too happy.

"Don't do it later."

"Why?" The man tilted his head, "Doesn't it taste good?" ”

"Delicious. But I don't like it. ”

The man looked at her, as if he didn't understand what she meant, looked at her for a moment, then lowered his eyes and smiled softly.

He always seemed to be indifferent.

Whether it was the onset of a genetic disease in the past, being expelled from the Wen family, or choosing to give up everything to marry her in Rongcheng, or now, washing her hands and making soup.

He knows everything, is willing to do anything, and doesn't care about anything.

Ginger wine's voice was muffled.

"You don't want to cook anymore."

That's not what he's supposed to do.