The oil in the pot was still crackling, and Shi Qingqing was held by him with one hand, and hung in the air with a big shovel in the other hand, holding this position for half a minute. It wasn't until she found that the oil was almost dry that she broke free from her grip and threw the washed potato chips into the pot. "Whew-" The potatoes entered the pot, bringing up a rising heat, hiding the faces of both people in a white mist.

After this fog cleared, Shi Qingqing returned to his original state: "What is serious or not?" ”

Jin Wenlang had a worried face, and snatched the shovel from her hand: "You can burn your hands when you fry a dish, so let me come." Then he softened his face that had just been tense, and a smile oozed from the corners of his eyes, "As for what I said seriously, Qingqing, do you want me to say how serious it is?" ”

Shi Qingqing watched him wave the big shovel in confusion, and there was an unprecedented sense of tension in her heart, she couldn't believe that Jin Wenlang liked her, but she really couldn't understand why a person with good resources like him came to her side to find a sense of existence.

To put it bluntly, she likes Jin Wenlang, but she instinctively wants to escape from Jin Wenlang, she hopes that he can be in touch with her, but she contradictively tells herself that he is not a destined lover.

He looked at himself with a smile, as if he had come out of a painting, and he was extremely warm for no reason. Shi Qingqing said in a daze: "What kind of serious method? ”

People are greedy and have struggled for so long, but she actually still wants to hear it.

Jin Wenlang saw her expression slightly relaxed, and smiled even more: "It's the first time I've seen you—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard someone rushing out from behind, with a loud voice: "What are you two doing sneakily doing?" ”

Jin Wenlang: "......"

His smiling face just now seemed to have been splashed with a basin of footwater, and he looked at the two people who came over with a vegetable face: "The minister is really idle, I'm afraid that there is little writing in the manuscript during this period of time, and he is idle and fart." ”

Ning Yi rarely saw his expression, and his sixth sense told him that something might have gone bad unconsciously, so he had to smile: "Chairman, you are not bad, you can go to the hall and get the kitchen." ”

Shi Qingqing's heart that originally mentioned that his throat was relieved because of Ning Yi's arrival, as if it had fallen from an unreal cloud like a marshmallow, and he didn't know whether it was relieved or lost at the moment, and he was very contradictory.

When the wind blew, it was like a dream.

Jin Wenlang poured a plate of potato chips into the big iron basin that was grounded, and sent it to Ning Yi's eyes: "You only deserve to eat this today." ”

"Why? Didn't you come back yesterday from digging wild vegetables, and the fungus that I didn't finish eating last time! Ning Yi was so frightened that he almost stepped on Xiao Xuan's foot who was standing behind her. The person behind him dodged sideways, as if it was none of his business at all: "The potatoes are also good, and they have been eaten all the time." ”

Huang Tian is above, who are these people?! I'm not the only one who has come to do bad things.

As soon as the complaint in Ning Yi's mind landed, Lin Wen walked over to live up to expectations, and when he saw the face of the potato chips on the table, he was instantly frightened and yellow, and then pinched up a fed up look: "Why are there potatoes again today?" It's almost the New Year, and you still eat these, what about the New Year's goods sent by Aunt Zhang the day before yesterday? ”

"Those will be cooked for the children when school starts." The waiter glanced at her, and when her big eyes turned back, she suddenly saw a figure outside the bungalow, and she said in her heart, and then signaled to Ning Yi angrily, and the bad young man Xu Chengshan came again.

The five of them looked out together, and Xu Chengshan was still looking improper, with a windbreaker covering his tattooed arm. The coffee-colored trench coat stood upright, adding a bit of boyishness to him, and a black canvas bag was slung across his body, which was loose and unsightly, but it was surprisingly good-looking.

He stood outside the iron bucket at the door, and didn't come in, so he beckoned to Lin Wen from afar, and then pointed to the black satchel and motioned for him to bring something for her.

Just looking at it, there is actually some well-behaved meaning.