Yu Shinan drove people out.

Fu Jingting doesn't talk nonsense with him, time is really tight. They spend too much time in the morning, so they don't have much time to prepare lunch.

Watch them put the ingredients in the car.

When the trunk door was closed, the man's hand naturally put on the woman's waist, and he walked forward and nudged her, "Get in the car." ”

This posture made the woman who was half a beat slower completely immersed in his arms, and Xu Qingcheng looked up at him, "Okay?" ”

"Hmm."

He looked down at her, pulled her to the door, put his arm around her waist and threw his arm around her waist so that he could open the door and push her in.

Yu Shinan looked at the two with raised eyebrows, the posture between them was too intimate. It's so intimate that you can't help but think about it.

Thinking of the play directed and acted by Fu Jingting before, he suddenly spoke.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

Yu Shinan asked him, and his eyes swept straight into the car.

Fu Jingting ignored him, "Busy, I'll talk about it when I'm free." ”

Yu Shinan, "Get out." ”

It was past eleven o'clock when I got home.

Zhao Lan called and said that she had already gotten in the car.

Xu Qingcheng put on an apron and went into the kitchen, looking at a pile of ingredients with his waist crossed and a little confused.

Fu Jingting followed, he took off his coat, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, and he looked like he was pulling away.

Xu Tingcheng also found an apron for him and put it on him, his tall apron was indescribably awkward on him, but it seemed to be quite cute. There's a kind of contrast.

Xu Qingcheng couldn't help but laugh.

In the past few days, Fu Jingting has seen her smile like this for the first time, the begonia flowers are blooming, and the whole air is full of sweetness.

He twisted her nose as soon as he got started, "Work." ”

Xu Tingcheng picked up a few patterns of green vegetables, "I'll fry this." ”

"First of all, the long-term ones need to be stewed." Fu Jingting called the shots.

Xu Qingcheng said hello, and then the two stared at each other for a while.

The two kitchen novices, just grinding and chirping, finally got the stewed and steamed ones done, and the mobile phone pulled to look at the menu.

When Zhao Lan pushed the door in, the two were looking at the menu on their phones with their heads against their heads, and turned back at the same time when they heard the voice.

"Ahh

The heads collided together, Xu Qingcheng covered his head with one hand, and reached out to pat him, "It hurts to death, your head is so hard." ”

The smile between the eyebrows and eyes intoxicated someone's heart.

He chased her out.

Xu Qingcheng ran over, "Mom." ”

Xu Shengchang was pushed up in a wheelchair, his hands and feet were stiff like a doll, and he smiled stiffly when he saw her in a wheelchair.

Xu Qingcheng's tears were about to come out, Zhao Lan stabbed her, "Don't cry, good day." ”

Xu Qingcheng smiled, "How can I cry." Whispered, "Daddy, it's home." ”

Zhao Lan also laughed, because the room was filled with the aroma of food, it was no longer cold, all the smells and sounds were fused together, this was a home.

"I asked Wang Ma to go back to rest and rest, she has been working hard lately. Today, we are a family, and we will do it ourselves. She walked to the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves, and looked at Fu Jingting, her eyes were full of smiles, "Jingting, you go out, let Allure help me, how can I let you do it when I eat at home for the first time." ”

"No, I don't. It's going to be good soon, it's already ......" Fu Jingting pointed to the stove, but he couldn't speak.

The hotel has all the ingredients, and how they made a kitchen look like it was a burglary and robbery is another matter.

"Alright, you go out. Allure has never let her cook since she was a child, the simple ones are okay, but she can't handle the complexities. Zhao Lan had an expression of how much you were treating, and glanced at Xu Qingcheng again, "You have to learn more." It's no longer a girl's family to get married, and it's time to think about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. ”

Xu Tingcheng lowered his head and hurriedly cleaned up the bottles and cans in the kitchen, and Fu Jingting found that this woman did not have the slightest thorn on her body in front of her elders, and she was as soft as a ball of ripe persimmons, you can pinch it at will.