Looking at Wen Xiaoke's crimson cheeks, Gu Jingchen couldn't help but hook Fei's thin lips.

He took two steps back, distancing himself from Wen Xiaoke.

Wen Xiaoke secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense body slowly softened.

Taking a deep breath, he felt that without Gu Jingchen's breath filling the tip of his nose, the air around him became fresh.

The heat on her face gradually dissipated, and she quietly raised her eyes to see the orange that Gu Jingchen had been holding in her hand.

Seeing Gu Jingchen's face with a funny curvature on his face, Wen Xiaoke instantly realized that he was thinking too much and made a big red face.

Gu Jingchen said lightly, "Maybe if I didn't hold it steady, the knife would fall." ”

He said as he looked at Wen Xiaoke's feet.

Wen Xiaoke remembered that when Gu Jingchen was standing behind her just now, the place where the kitchen knife in his hand was aimed was her foot.

Immediately retracted her feet and stood up straight, she laughed dryly, "Mr. Gu's hands are so good-looking, they will definitely not slip." ”

Then Wen Xiaoke slowly moved his body and prepared to leave the kitchen.

Just as she stepped out of the kitchen, a pair of slender and powerful hands reached over and grabbed her by the back collar.

Gu Jingchen pulled the person back to the kitchen, pointed to the knife and orange placed on the cutting board, and said lightly: "Cut." ”

After saying that, he took a step and walked outside.

Wen Xiaoke gritted his teeth, looked at Gu Jingchen's back angrily, and finally came to the cutting board, found a fruit knife and cut it.

When Wen Xiaoke came out with the cut oranges, Xiao Zimo and An An were eating happily.

Wen Xiaoke found that after Xiao Zimo tasted a bite of the dish, he found that the dish was delicious, so he would put some in An An's bowl.

"It's delicious." The boy Mo spoke softly.

"Thank you, pretty brother." An An raised his little face, showed a sweet smile at Xiao Zimo, and then continued to eat hard.

Seeing An An's serious eating, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile, and he began to put vegetables into An An's bowl.

An An ate and found that there were more and more dishes in the bowl, and they were almost piled up into small hills.

An An looked up and saw that Xiao Zimo was eating, and put a piece of meat in Xiao Zimo's bowl, "Beautiful brother and second meat." ”

Wen Xiaoke's face was full of gentleness, put the orange on the table, sat beside Gu Jingchen by himself, picked up the chopsticks and began to eat.

She had just taken a bite of food when a pair of chopsticks with meat appeared in front of her and put them in her bowl.

"Thank you......" Wen Xiaoke raised his head and found that the chopsticks belonged to Gu Jingchen, and the words of thanks froze on his lips.

"Reward you." Gu Jingchen calmly withdrew his chopsticks.

Wen Xiaoke looked at the meat in the bowl, and inexplicably remembered that when she was a child, her mother was still there at that time, and she always put the best food in her bowl.

This is the first time since her mother passed away that someone has served her vegetables.

Wen Xiaoke lowered his eyes, and a sad emotion emanated.

No, it's not the first time, she still has Xiao Zimo, her good son.

Thinking of this, Wen Xiaoke felt that life was full of beauty.

Actually, she is very satisfied with having a little Mo.

Wen Xiaoke's emotions flashed quickly, and before Gu Jingchen could ask, she threw away her sadness and turned into strength and satisfaction.

Wen Xiaoke's gaze at Xiao Zimo was softer and more loving, and she took the chopsticks Xiao Zimo's favorite dish and put it in his bowl.

Looking at the kid's ink cheeks, Wen Xiaoke felt that such a day was very happy and beautiful.