The next day, all the news about Yin Tongtong, whether it was a newspaper, a post bar, or a video, all disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, several well-known newspapers in Jinhai City closed their doors, and there was not even a ghost in the newspapers. Even the security room at the door is closed.

These newspapers were the first to report on Yin Tongtong's affairs, and they wrote the most exaggeratedly.

It turned the world upside down overnight, and everyone was speculating, who has such a big power?

All kinds of conjectures blossomed in the hearts of everyone, but no one brought them to the table.

Who dares to say? Those newspapers are a lesson in point.

These Yin Tongtong don't know.

At the moment, she was sleeping soundly in bed.

It wasn't until almost noon that Yin Tongtong woke up leisurely. The soreness in her body reminded her of what happened last night, and Yin Tongtong couldn't help but blush slightly when she thought of that scene. It wasn't the first time, but it was the first time she was so sober.

I lay in bed for another two or three minutes before I got up and put on it.

As a result, I was very depressed to find that her clothes couldn't cover the ambiguity and ambiguity around her neck.

If you can't cover it left and right, you just won't cover it.

Before I even went downstairs, I could already smell the fragrance wafting from the kitchen. And Leng Yebai is busy in the kitchen at the moment.

White shirt, black trousers, such a cold temperament, was ruined by the pink apron on the body.

Yin Tongtong didn't eat enough last night, and he didn't eat for half a day today, smelling the smell of food, and his saliva was about to flow out.

Feeling Yin Tongtong's gaze, he didn't look back in the cold night, skillfully turned the pot in his hand, and stir-fried the dishes inside, "It's okay right away, wait for me in the dining room." ”

With a smile, Yin Tongtong turned to leave, but instead of honestly waiting in the dining room, he went back upstairs and put out all the photos in the cardboard box.

After working for a while, he got all the photos done, and looking at his masterpiece, Yin Tongtong was extremely satisfied.

When he came down again, Leng Yebai had already prepared all the meals, and the pink apron on his body that destroyed his temperament didn't know where it had disappeared.

"I didn't eat in the morning, I drank soup to warm my stomach first, and then I ate." Leng Yebai said while serving soup to Yin Tongtong.

The home-cooked three dishes and one soup on the table, just looking at the appearance made Yin Tongtong, who had been hungry for a long time, move his index finger.

Drink the soup in the bowl in three or two bites, pick up the chopsticks and clip the nearest dish to your mouth.

After chewing a few times, Yin Tongtong was suddenly stunned, "This taste.."

"What's wrong? Isn't it tasty? Leng Yebai had been staring at Yin Tongtong, and when he saw her suddenly stop, he asked nervously.

"No, it's delicious." Only five words, Yin Tongtong's voice was a little choked, only because of the taste of this dish was familiar.

It tasted the same as the food she used to eat when she was at the cold house.

She always thought that her daily meals were made by her aunt at home, and occasionally the taste was different, and she only thought that her aunt made it different, but she didn't expect that those occasional meals were not made by one person.

"I haven't done it for a long time, and I don't know if the craftsmanship has regressed, so it's good that my wife doesn't dislike it." Leng Yebai smiled. One sentence also confirmed Yin Tongtong's conjecture.

Since Tong Tong's death, Leng Yebai has never cooked again, and it has been a year since then.

Yin Tongtong converted all the emotions into food, and told Leng Yebai how his cooking skills were with his actions.

Seeing Yin Tongtong eating so sweetly, Leng Yebai was satisfied like a child with sugar.

Sometimes happiness is as simple as that.