An Ning returned home, looked up recipes on the Internet, and learned to cook one by one.

What to put first, then what to put and then ......

However, she overestimated herself.

An Ning looked at the black lumps of black smoke and scorched unknown objects in front of her in confusion.

The eyes are calm, and the neat hands rise and fall, which is calm and natural.

Got it again......

An Ning calmly wrapped the paper and looked at the five fingers wrapped like carrots.

Lost in thought.

God opened the window for her painting and closed the door for her cooking......

She really doesn't know how to cook, and she originally planned to cook for Liang Liang.

He's a good guy.

She wanted to thank him.

The wound on his hand was not painful, it was wrapped in peace and hastily, and it was not intended to be treated with medicine.

Her senses seemed to be dull, no pain, only a cold chill.

Before going to bed, sit peacefully at your desk.

Start journaling.

She thinks it's a good habit to keep a diary.

Today, I met a beautiful older sister. It's beautiful, although it's not as cool and pretty.

Her name is Yuan Xiang, and she also likes to draw.

I'm going to make a lot of money.

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After writing a diary, An Ning opened WeChat, and there were only a few people in the list.

Jiang Liang was exceptionally active and ranked first.

Jiang Liang kept sending her messages.

Seven o'clock in the morning: Good morning Ningbao!

11 a.m.: Have you had lunch?

Two o'clock in the afternoon: Good afternoon!

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There are more than 20 in total, and An Ning holds up his chin.

He seems to be idle.

A subtle feeling crossed through my heart, a little warm.

Seriously reply one by one.

Good morning.

Eaten.

Good afternoon.

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Next door, Jiang Liang held his mobile phone and smirked.

His Ning Bao is a little sweet and a little silly.

A message was edited, deleted, and altered.

Ning Bao, have you had dinner?

An Ning hesitated, his fingertips paused slightly, remembering the black unidentified object in the kitchen.

Well, I've eaten it.

Jiang Liang looked at the meal on the table regretfully, leaving for An Ning.

I've left you food.

Some loss, some regrets, and a bit of cuteness.

An Ning looked at this message, bent his head, and regretted it inexplicably.

Somewhat frustrated.

If you knew it, you wouldn't be hard-mouthed.

She wanted to eat a cold meal.

"Knock knock, knock knock."

The knock on the door was not light or heavy, very rhythmic and rhythmic, and the person who knocked seemed to be very patient.

An Ning yawned and walked over. Looking out through the cat's eyes, it was Jiang Liang.

Open the door.

A bright smile broke into his eyes, Jiang Liang raised his hand and shook the lunch box in his hand.

Jiang Liang specially chose an extra-large lunch box, well, pink.

"Ning Bao, haven't you eaten enough?"

Well! An Ning nodded vigorously! His eyes were on the lunch box, and he never moved away.

There was not a single light left for Jiang Liang.

The clear eyes were overflowing with joy.

Jiang Liang smiled brighter and brighter, looking at the little girl in front of him with a gentle gaze.

The eyes are shining, and they don't blink.

She was all he had.

An Ning took the lunch box and nodded at Jiang Liang.

Thank you, goodbye, and good night.

Then, close the door without hesitation.

She's going to enjoy the food.