"It's fresher to grow it yourself." Yu Jingyao glanced at Lin Cheng in embarrassment, thinking that he was not short of money, but she was very short of money, okay?

The vegetable patch was only half the size of a living room, but one was better than nothing.

Besides, the other military wives also have a good family background, aren't they also busy in the vegetable field in the afternoon?

Lin Cheng saw that Yu Jingyao was still standing in the kitchen, and remembered what Lin Xun had said to him, saying that Yu Jingyao was very weak and often caught colds in winter. impatiently urged her:

"You've been busy all afternoon, shouldn't you go wash and change your clothes?"

When Yu Jingyao heard this, she had to quickly find clothes and sneak to the bathroom, close the door and take a shower.

I saw that the bathroom was equipped with new Jinhua brand shampoo, soap and so on. She smiled reassuringly.

When she opened the shampoo, she suddenly felt a fragrant smell wafting through the room. Don't even think about it, it must have been bought by Lin Cheng for her.

Because on the day she first arrived in Jincheng, she went to Uncle Zhou's house for dinner for the first time and came back. Lin Cheng was in the hall of the dormitory and asked her quietly, "Silly girl, why don't you use shampoo to wash your hair?" ”

"I, I ......"

She didn't know how to explain it, and she was speechless for a moment.

Lin Cheng stretched out his hand and stroked her long hair lightly, and said, "Re-wash it in a while, otherwise, how can you have long black and bright hair?" ”

She looked stunned, thinking that it was thanks to her that she hadn't permed her hair since she came to this plane, let alone dyed it. But when she thought about it, she seemed to remember an advertising slogan.

It was an advertisement for a certain shampoo endorsed by Liu 1I Dehua, who said: "My dream girl, she must have long black and shiny hair." Jet black hair, I think it's healthy enough. ”

But that shampoo doesn't seem to be called Jinhua brand shampoo.

That advertisement doesn't seem to have been typed by Xiyuan in 1994.

Yu Jingyao thought in her heart, could it be Lin Cheng's aesthetic standard, that's it, right? The lover of his dreams must have long black and shiny hair......

Thinking like this, Yu Jingyao was just after Lin Cheng bought shampoo for her. Washed her long black hair two or three times with extra care.

When she came out after grinding in the bathroom for nearly forty-five minutes, Lin Cheng was already making dumplings.

Yu Jingyao hurriedly threw the dirty clothes she was holding in her arms back into the large basin of the bathroom. After washing his hands, he ran to the kitchen to make dumplings with Lin Cheng.

After she worked hard to make a dumpling, she found that there was nowhere to put it.

The dumplings she wrapped were like a gnocchi. There is no comparison with those dumplings made by Lin Chengbao.

In this way, she is not too embarrassed to make a second dumpling.

In other respects, she is still more confident in herself. But only in terms of making dumplings, she feels that she still lacks the heat.

So, she reluctantly put down the wrapped dumplings and washed her hands.

She looked back at Lin Cheng, and the undried water droplets on her head happened to drip on the back of Lin Cheng's hand.

Lin Cheng only felt an itchy feeling on the back of his hand. His heart was also beating wildly......

He forcibly stopped some of his thoughts. Only then did he ask Yu Jingyao in a low voice:

"Little girl, why didn't you dry your hair and run out?"

Yu Jingyao looked at him embarrassedly, "I'll go right away." "But didn't she see a hair dryer in his dorm?

"I never cooked, but I learned how to make dumplings with my grandmother when I was very young. Look, is my bag okay? ”

"Then it doesn't need to be said," Yu Jingyao smiled awkwardly and said, "Just because the dumplings you made are so good-looking, I have to eat more at night." ”

Lin Cheng smiled happily, "Okay, that's what you said." If I pack too much, but you can't eat it all, it's wasted. See if I don't punish you well. ”

After Lin Cheng put the last dumpling he had wrapped, he took the water and washed his hands.

He whispered to Yu Jingyao: "You don't like to eat pasta? ”

Yu Jingyao replied without thinking, "I like to eat pasta, but I don't know how to make it." "Province H is the land of fish and rice, and she thinks that her explanation is reasonable.

Lin Cheng didn't continue to ask, because he was worried that her hair hadn't dried yet, and he was afraid that she would catch a cold.

He took her back to the living room and asked her to sit down on the couch. He walked into the bedroom, quickly took a hair dryer out, and stood behind the sofa to dry her hair.

Yu Jingyao felt that Lin Cheng's action of blowing her hair for her was rather clumsy. If it's not because he's nervous, it's probably because he hasn't helped anyone else blow their hair at all.

But Lin Cheng is the opposite sex she admires, a person who has driven a fighter plane to participate in a big competition, can blow her hair, how rare is this?

She was moved in her heart, and immediately said:

"Lin Cheng, when you wash your hair, I will also blow your hair twice."

After Lin Cheng heard this, he said with some unconvincing:

"Listen to your words, and you know that you are not sincere."

"How so?"

Yu Jingyao secretly complained in her heart. She, a person who had never blown a boy's hair, had the courage to say such a sentence, which was enough to make her embarrassed.

But Lin Cheng didn't appreciate it.

She smiled awkwardly and asked, "Then you say, I have to blow your hair a few times before you can see my sincerity?" ”

"You asked knowingly."

After Lin Cheng dried Yu Jingyao's hair, he turned off the hair dryer. Tell her, "Go, put it back in the cupboard in the bedroom." ”

"Wow, that's new."

Yu Jingyao knew that Lin Cheng had only bought this hair dryer today. Because his hair is short, it is easier to dry even without a hair dryer.

But she was different.

She took the brand-new hair dryer, looked at Lin Cheng obediently and smiled, then turned around and went into the bedroom to help him put it back in the drawer. As soon as she closed the drawer door, she heard Lin Cheng standing behind the sofa calling her name:

"Yu Jingyao."

"Hmm, Lin Cheng?"

Yu Jingyao turned around and looked at Lin Cheng who was standing in the living room. Asked suspiciously:

"What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry, cook dumplings first. You comb your hair and sit in the living room and watch TV. I'll cook it and bring it over. After Lin Cheng finished speaking, he quickly walked into the kitchen.

Yu Jingyao found a rosewood comb from her belongings.

That comb was bought by Yu Linghan when she was alive for her sister, that is, the original owner Yu Jingyao. Yu Jingyao likes it very much, so she always takes it with her.

Now she also likes this comb.

She grabbed her comb and headed to the bathroom.

Lin Cheng stood in the kitchen and saw it, and asked Yu Jingyao: "Isn't the wardrobe in the bedroom also a mirror?" You're still running this far? ”

"It's the same everywhere."

Yu Jingyao smiled lightly and replied to Lin Chengdao.

That being said, why is she embarrassed to go to Lin Cheng's bedroom to comb her hair? After all, his bedroom was carpeted, and it was not easy to clean up her fallen hair.