Since Yan Qiqi had eaten outside, tonight, Xin Yu made a scrambled egg with tomatoes and a small stir-fried meat with the only ingredients in the kitchen, and then made a soup with tomatoes and meat.

When cooking rice, because the spicy drink is not very good at using this kind of high-end rice cooker, the first time the rice is not cooked, after asking Yan Qiqi with a red face, the rice is finally cooked, but when it is served, the three dishes are almost cold.

Yan Heyu had already sat in his position and flipped through most of the newspapers and periodicals, and when he saw Xin Yu coming over with rice, he naturally didn't have a good face, he glanced at her coldly, and habitually buried his mouth: "Next time, just cook more and eat the next day."

Xin Drink admits that it was his own reason that he didn't do well on the first day.

She stood there apologetically, rubbing her hands behind her back carefully, and had just accidentally touched the inner wall of the rice cooker, which was painful and swollen at this time.

Yan Qiqi, who was sitting on the sofa, saw this and immediately decided to make decisions for Xin Drink: "Brother, don't go too far, Er Drink just came to our house, you put on a face like this, aren't you afraid that Er Drink will pack your luggage and leave that night?"

Only then did Yan Heyu realize that his attitude was a little too much, and ignored what Yan Qiqi said.

At this time, Xin Yu stood there with his head slightly down, and the bangs on his forehead looked a little messy because he didn't have time to play with them, which just blocked the big eyes that were full of energy.

All you can see now is the tightly pursed lips of the spicy drink, and the excessively sharp chin due to the angle.

This made Yan Heyu panic in an instant, and after clearly knowing how excessive what he said, his expression began to loosen unnaturally.

Pretending to have an itchy throat, he cleared his throat, and then said to Xin Yu in a somewhat awkward tone: "That, forget it, you can come and eat."

Hearing this, Xin Yu raised his face, and his palm-sized face had a fluffy flush after work.

Under such a pair of clear eyes, Yan Heyu's deliberately disguised expression was a little unbearable, and he put the newspapers and periodicals on the side on the stool on the side, and he didn't raise his head: "Do you eat or not?"

Xin Yu was more ashamed than annoyed, seeing that Yan Heyu's expression returned to normal, she hurriedly sat down in her place after a slight "um".

The spicy drink that had been busy for a while was actually hungry for a long time, but she still waited for Yan Heyu to pick up the bowl and clamp the chopsticks before she picked up the bowl.

Looking at the man's expression, he couldn't see anything, so he could only taste it with a few chopsticks himself.

The taste can only be said to be decent, which makes the spicy drink who swore to make a big meal before cooking a little disappointed.

Yan Heyu happened to see the expression of Xin Yu's frowning and sighing in his eyes, and his heart welled up with his unexpectedly unbearable, and then he heard his voice ring unexpectedly.

"Well, the taste, much better than I thought."

When he fell in love with Xin Yin, Yan Heyu never thought that one day he would be able to taste the food made by Xin Yin.

It is said on TV that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach.

Xin Yu listened, but grabbed his hand and put it on her flat belly, and then said to himself in a tone of hatred that iron is not steel.

"Yan Heyu, can't you be a little promising, let me eat something outside every day, can't you cook a meal for me yourself?"

This made Yan Heyu, who was only holding the book of sages in his hands at that time, a little surprised, he didn't refute it at the time, and after returning home, he really found information about various cuisines.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one at home on Saturdays and Sundays, he really made two dishes according to the recipe and packed them to the place agreed by the two.

Xin Yu looked at Yan Heyu coming over with a thermos box, first couldn't help laughing and didn't joke, then opened the lunch box on a stone bench, praised the decency and hurriedly put a chopstick in his mouth, Yan Heyu looked at Xin Yu with an expectant face, seeing that Xin Yu looked like he wanted to speak and stopped and was obviously reckless, Yan Heyu couldn't help but taste it himself, and quickly spit it out after chewing it.

"I, why did I put so much salt?"

"I don't know." Xin Yu swallowed the contents of his mouth, but took the water cup given by Yan Heyu in his hand and poured a big sip.

Sighing, Xinyin's hand rested on Yan Heyu's shoulder: "In the future, you should stay away from the kitchen."

"After that, which of the two of us cooks?"

"If nothing else, we should order takeout every day." Xin Yu said seriously.

Yan Heyu couldn't help laughing.

"Let me cook, yes, as long as you smell the food, I can cook it for you every day."

At that time, Xin Yu was a female classmate who didn't learn anything, and cooking was impossible for her at all.

Her hands, who only love wine bottles and keyboards, how could she let herself live a life of washing her hands and making soup clothes.

Xin Yu didn't believe it, and Yan Heyu didn't believe it either.

So when Yan Heyu saw Xin Yu skillfully pick up a kitchen knife and cut the vegetables into orderly shapes, his throat was sour, and the girl he loved was still changed by life after all.

This is a few years of suffering for him every day, and it is not easy to drink bitterly, right?

The hatred at the time of the breakup suddenly seemed to be smoothed out, and in Yan Heyu's eyes, it was replaced by a pity that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved.

Eating the spicy drink of chewing the food, hearing Yan Heyu's words, he was stunned, and then raised his face a little incredulously.

He was just talking about this dish, is it delicious?

After thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem to be his auditory hallucination, because the spicy drink reacted too slowly, Yan Heyu's expression at this time had returned to normal and elegant eating.

But I still couldn't suppress a little joy beating in my chest, Xin Yu lowered his head, and smiled shallowly and contentedly.

The fatigue of preparing meals and the swelling pain in my fingers disappeared at the same time.

Although the latter two did not say anything else, compared to the first few bites, the meal was quite delicious.

She put down her bowl and wanted to clean it up, but Yan Heyu stopped her when she saw this: "Someone will clean up these things, you don't have to worry about it."

Withdrawing his hand, Xin Yu stood still for a few seconds, then turned and walked towards the living room.

Yan Qiqi saw Xin Yin coming over, and hurriedly gave up the place next to him, and then stuffed a pillow in Xin Yin's arms.

After Yan Heyu wiped the corners of his mouth with paper in a noble manner, his eyes skimmed over the spicy drink on the sofa intentionally or unintentionally.

Xin Yu, who took off her apron, sat on the sofa at this time and became a small ball, her slender arms hugged the pillow, and under Yan Qiqi's guidance, she began to look at the computer screen in front of her seriously.

The hair that was tied up when cooking before was also put down, and the long black and silky hair was put on the shoulders and hung down next to the face, making the woman's skin as crystal as the first snow.

The spicy drink that was quiet at this moment made people can't guess the happy shadow when she was making a fuss, and her quiet side face made Yan Heyu feel in a trance, and he could stand at the dining table and be stunned.

At this time, Yan Qiqi happened to look over here, and saw her brother standing there motionless looking at this side, and after muttering two sentences in her heart, she shouted loudly: "Brother, what are you looking at?"

Yan Qiqi's voice was like a thunderbolt that slashed Yan Heyu to his senses, and he hurriedly opened his eyes, and he said indifferently: "It's nothing."

After throwing the tissue, he turned around and went upstairs, but Yan Qiqi seemed to feel that the situation was very similar to being exposed and running away.

When it was almost ten o'clock, Xin Yu moved his somewhat sore shoulder, and Yan Qiqi also yawned at this time.

"Second drink, let's continue to watch tomorrow, I'm so sleepy now, I want to take a shower and sleep."

Xin Yu also felt tired, she stood up from the sofa, she moved her body, Yan Qiqi turned off the computer, and took Xin Yin upstairs.

When passing by the spicy room, Yan Qiqi rubbed his eyes and said, "Second drink, you take a shower and go to bed early, I am next to you, you can come to me at any time if you have anything."

Xin Yu nodded, and then watched Yan Qiqi swing into the room.

When he turned around to open the door of his room, the ghost sent the gods, and Xin Yu slowly turned his body.

Opposite was Yan Heyu's room, and when she walked over, she saw the light of the half-closed door.

It's a pity that she sneaked a few glances inside and didn't see Yan Heyu's figure, but she was curious why he didn't close his door.

After taking a deep look at the door, Xin Yin pursed his lips and turned around, and as soon as he closed the door, he saw Yan Heyu's door on the opposite side slowly being pushed open, and Yan Heyu's figure emerged from behind the wall.

Looking at the lights on the opposite room, Yan Heyu's gaze seemed to be frozen, as if he could see Xin Yu sitting inside through the door, Yan Heyu's cool and thin face was rarely smeared with a layer of soft color at night.