Being in close contact with him, Sang Ji's brain "buzzed" and forgot to struggle, let him carry him out, and threw him on the sofa.

Stepping on the soft carpet, as if stepping on the clouds, the heart floats and cannot sink.

She...... Was he hugged by Xu Jiamu just now?

Before Sang Ji's excitement was fully released, he was pulled back to reality by a "poof", Xu Jiamu threw a pair of pink slippers at his feet, "Put them on, I don't need your help." ”

Sang Ji blinked, puzzled: "Why?" ”

Xu Jiamu walked to the kitchen for a moment, he turned his head and gave her a cool look, "It's too stupid." ”

“……”

Before Sang Ji could finish digesting it, he added another one: "I don't want to take care of you when I don't want to cook." ”

“……”

Sang Ji was speechless to refute, so he shook his feet, pursed his lips and fell on the sofa, his head resting on the armrest, looking at the man who was busy in the kitchen through the hollow of the partition wall.

The soft sunlight slanted down, shining on his handsome face, his head lowered and his eyes staring intently at the ingredients in his hands, and the occasional figure blocking the light through the hollow.

The sound of glass bottles and jars colliding should be preparing sauce.

If you are not mistaken, there should be a mobile phone next to the cutting board that is playing cooking instructional videos.

With a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she reached out and picked up the wedding dress design book on the coffee table, opened the page with the bookmark and continued reading.

Little by little, time passed.

When she was once again immersed in the ocean of knowledge, a tantalizing scent wafted from the kitchen and drew her back.

She looked up at the scene inside, and saw Xu Jiamu with her head down, holding a white long-handled ladle in her hand to test the taste.

Sang Ji blinked and swallowed his saliva, rubbing his hungry stomach. Put on pink bunny slippers and walk to the kitchen door, grabbing the door frame to reveal half of your body.

Feeling the fiery gaze cast by her, Xu Jiamu put down the ladle and didn't look at her, but turned around and took out a clean big bowl from the cupboard and poured all the soup in the pot into it.

He opened his lips and said softly: "Prepare the dishes and chopsticks, and eat." ”

Sang Ji nodded "um", walked quickly to the sink, and brought the two white porcelain bowls and two pairs of chopsticks to the table with draining water on the shelf.

Xu Jiamu stood at the table, took the bowl and stirred the ladle to serve the soup.

He glanced at the girl standing beside him stupidly, and the corners of his mouth hooked: "Go get two more spoons." ”

"Okay."

Sang Ji stared at the three dishes and one soup on the table and swallowed his saliva, paused for two seconds before raising his feet to the cabinet, opening the cabinet door and turning out two white porcelain spoons.

Sang Ji always had a sweet smile on her face, she drank the soup with a spoon in her hand, and her eyes always inadvertently raised to look at the man sitting opposite.

"How?"

Xu Jiamu raised her sword eyebrows, and her dark eyes fixed on her delicate face.

Sang Ji was a little flustered, and rubbed his fingers with chopsticks in a panic, "Huh? ”

"Do I have dirt on my face?"

"Nope." Sang Ji hurriedly replied.

She swallowed and slid down her throat, pursed her lips and looked at him for two seconds before withdrawing her gaze and continuing to eat.

This time, Xu Jiamu was not in such a hurry as in the morning, and even put down his chopsticks after eating, and did not leave his seat.

Sang Ji was so weak that he took the remaining two mouthfuls of rice in the bowl into his mouth at once, puffed out his cheeks and chewed carefully.

Xu Jiamu smiled suddenly, "Eat slowly, no one will rob you." ”

As he spoke, he stood up, walked over to the cutting board, and picked up his phone before he had time to collect it.