He Zheng got up and went to the kitchen.

Meng Yao followed behind with a fart.

He Zheng opened the refrigerator and looked at it, and asked, "How about fish fillet porridge, cold cucumber and leek eggs?" ”

Meng Yao said in surprise: "Will you do all this?" ”

He Zheng: "Hmm. "Yes.

"Okay." Meng Yao's eyes sparkled, "You are really virtuous!" ”

He Zheng: "......"

So, He Zheng took out a frozen salmon fillet from the refrigerator, ginger, chives, two small cucumbers, and a handful of leeks.

Then, Meng Yao went to wash the vegetables, and He Zheng cooked the porridge first, then processed the fish fillets, and sliced the ginger.

Waiting for Meng Yao to wash the dishes, he looked sideways at He Zheng beside him.

Even in the kitchen, doing these things, he still looks orderly, his posture is quite beautiful, his movements are elegant, he is not contaminated with the slightest smell of fireworks, and he is still so high and does not allow desecration.

Meng Yao involuntarily took a step forward, hugged him from behind, put his face on his shoulder, and asked with a smile, "Are you really from Beidu?" ”

He Zheng: "Well, really. ”

Meng Yao: "Why do I think you don't look like a native of Beidu, but like someone else." ”

He Zheng asked cooperatively: "Then where am I like?" ”

Meng Yao smiled and said, "People like me." ”

He Zheng chuckled.

Meng Yao asked again: "By the way, why do you know how to cook?" ”

He Zheng said lightly: "If you live alone, you will naturally learn." ”

For some reason, this sentence made Meng Yao's chest a little astringent.

After a while, she asked, "Then why don't you live with your grandparents in Beidu?" ”

He Zheng was silent for a while, and replied, "I'll tell you later, okay?" ”

Meng Yao didn't say anything when he saw him, and he didn't ask.

Then, He Zheng washed his hands, turned around, and raised his hand to rub the top of her hair, "It will take a while for the porridge to boil, let's go out to watch TV first." ”

After about twenty minutes, the porridge was ready.

He Zheng put the marinated fish fillets into the porridge and rolled them, sprinkled them with shredded ginger and chopped green onions, seasoned them, and served them one by one after making the remaining two dishes.

Two bowls of fish fillet porridge, a cold salad with cucumbers, and a scrambled egg with leeks all look very good.

Meng Yao took a bite, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said, "It's delicious." There is no exaggeration in this compliment.

He Zheng also picked up the chopsticks, sat opposite her, and began to eat.

By 7 p.m., the two had finished eating.

Meng Yao didn't know how to cook, so she naturally volunteered to clean up the dishes and chopsticks and the mess at this moment.

He Zheng also came to help.

After finishing the matter, He Zheng asked her, "When are you going home?" ”

Meng Yao glanced at him with a shy face and said, "That...... I'm not going back tonight, I'm going to sleep here. ”

He Zheng was stunned: "Really? ”

"Can this be fake?" Meng Yao said, "Anyway, it's not the first time I've lived, you won't disagree, right?" ”

He Zheng said: "If I don't agree, won't you live?" ”

Meng Yao straightened his face: "Don't think about it, you can't refuse your girlfriend's reasonable request!" ”

He Zheng smiled: "Then I can only agree!" ”

So, Meng Yao took out her mobile phone, called He Jianing, and said without a draft: "Mom, I won't come back tonight, just stay at Jiang Xinping's house for one night, and come back tomorrow." Mmmm, don't worry, I also brought my homework, and I'm done......"