Qiao Yue had a bad stomach, and it was definitely not okay not to eat on time, when he was outside just now, he wanted to find a place to eat and come back, but it suddenly rained unexpectedly, so he had to go back to the villa.

Qiao Yue was holding a small bowl of noodles, which looked a little hot, she walked cautiously, and it was not until she reached the dining table that she gently put the bowl on the table and sat down opposite him.

Su Mingyuan looked down at the big bowl in front of him, and then looked up at the shallow small bowl in front of Qiao Yue, and frowned unconsciously.

How did she eat so little.

Qiao Yue picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat, but found that the noodles in front of Su Mingyuan had not moved, "Don't you like it?" Qiao Yue asked softly, with worry in her eyes and some anticipation.

Su Mingyuan didn't speak, stretched out his arm, took the bowl in front of Qiao Yue, and then picked a lot of noodles in his bowl, until the bowl was too full to fill, he put the bowl back in front of Qiao Yue, and said lightly: "Help me eat some, I can't finish eating." ”

Qiao Yue was a little dumbfounded as she watched Su Mingyuan finish all this, she couldn't believe her eyes, was this the Su Mingyuan she knew? Didn't you just say that you should let her cook more?

Qiao Yue looked at the bowl full of noodles in front of her in confusion, watched Su Mingyuan stop talking, and finally silently picked up the chopsticks and ate them.

This is the first time in these three months that Qiao Yue has sat and eaten with Su Mingyuan alone, the atmosphere is very quiet, although Qiao Yue is a little restrained, but it is not as embarrassing as she imagined.

Su Mingyuan eats very slowly and moves very elegantly, this is something Qiao Yue knew many years ago, Qiao Yue thought, some things are innate, such as temperament.

When Su Mingyuan was still a teenager, Qiao Yue felt that he should be a noble and elegant person, a person at the top of the pyramid.

Both of them ate slowly, quietly, and there was hardly a sound, and the shadow of them eating together was reflected on the glass, in a trance, like an ordinary little couple who got up to eat dinner one by one.

Too much time has passed, and Su Mingyuan can't remember the taste of the bowl of noodles in the past, but what he can be sure of is that it must not be as delicious as today's bowl.

He always moved gracefully, silently eating the noodles in the bowl, and the strange thing was that he was not hungry just now, but he actually finished the bowl of noodles.

Until the bowl of noodles was finished, Su Mingyuan didn't notice the shadow of green onions in it, he stared at the empty bottom of the bowl, and a burst of complicated emotions surged in his heart.

Does she remember that she didn't like green onions? Or was it just a coincidence, she just forgot to put it?

Qiao Yue finished drinking the last mouthful of soup before she put down the bowl with satisfaction, and when she looked up, she saw Su Mingyuan looking at her, Qiao Yue's body immediately stiffened, and her face suddenly became a little hot.

Maybe it was because he was so hungry that he only cared about eating for a while, forgetting that Su Mingyuan was still sitting opposite.

Qiao Yue subconsciously went to look at the bowl in front of Su Mingyuan, and found that all the noodles in it had been eaten, and her heart instantly felt a little relieved, he had eaten all the noodles she cooked.

Qiao Yue's eyes unconsciously appeared with a bright light, and her words became much easier. "I'm going to wash the dishes." She stood up, put away the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and turned to go into the kitchen.

After washing the dishes and coming out, Su Mingyuan was no longer at the table, maybe he had already gone upstairs.

Qiao Yue looked at the direction of the second floor, and she didn't know if it was her illusion, she always felt that Su Mingyuan was a little different today.