At this meal, the Sheng family's parents were very moved.

If it weren't for Xiao Jin's blessing, they wouldn't have dreamed that they would be able to eat Xia Xia's cooking.

Not to mention, it's delicious...... Eat more.

In the middle of summer, it is gnashing teeth.

Obviously she cooked.

Jin Qingchen just moved his mouth to make his parents grateful to him?

Hmph, hypocrisy!

Midsummer poked the rice hard, quickly finished eating and left the table.

Behind her, Jin Qingchen also threw the chopsticks with a snap.

His aura was so strong that Sheng's parents almost choked, and Sheng's mother asked cautiously.

"Xiao Jin, what's wrong?"

"Xia Xia said today that she was going to make strawberry pudding."

Jin Qingchen raised his eyes and said lightly, "She lied to me." ”

Mother Sheng's heart melted when she saw it.

is obviously a flat and straightforward tone, but with Jin Qingchen's flawless face and a sentence with a little grievance......

It's just killing people invisibly.

Mother Sheng seemed to understand why Ruan Ke gradually fell out of favor after Xiao Jin came.

She immediately went to pull Sheng Xia's hand, "Xia Xia, hurry up and do it, you see that Xiao Jin didn't eat the pudding, how pitiful." ”

Midsummer looked at the sky speechlessly.

Her mother is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers......

Isn't she a little more pitiful?

……

At night, Midsummer took a small notebook and sat on the bed.

Try to remember the plot.

She remembered that the engagement in the original book was completed, and after Jiang Yin lost her soul, Jin Qingchen took advantage of the situation to send warmth.

Jiang Yin was moved and accompanied him to celebrate his birthday, and the relationship between the two heated up day by day.

"No, no, no, delete this paragraph."

Midsummer hurriedly drew a big cross next to "Jiang Yin accompanied the big guy to celebrate his birthday".

What she has to do now is to destroy all the plots that may affect the relationship between the male and female protagonists, so that the prince and princess can live happily together as soon as possible.

Now that the engagement has been ruined, I don't know if there will be this plot, but she should have taken precautions as soon as possible.

Midsummer put the pen against his chin.

She remembered that Jiang Yin saw Jin Qingchen's birthday on his case......

Midsummer waved his pen and wrote three big words on the paper:

Stealing cases.

After doing all this, she put the book under her pillow and fell asleep.

In the haze, there seems to be a harmonica melody in my ears.

Midsummer half-dreamed and half-woke up, and there seemed to be a very sad memory about this harmonica......

But when she woke up the next day, she couldn't remember.

After all, I have read not a thousand, but eight hundred.

She can't even remember the protagonist's affairs, let alone just a harmonica for the villain?

After washing up in the middle of summer, I went downstairs to eat, but I didn't expect the people to be quite neat.

Sheng's parents are still around, you feed a mouthful, I feed a mouthful of dog food.

Ruan Ke was silent.

Steward Qin had been eating with them all the time, and while eating hard, he also took time out to greet her.

Midsummer was stunned for a while, and finally saw that something was wrong.

"Where's Big Guy Jin?"

Hearing this, Ruan Ke glanced at her like lightning, and lowered his eyes again.

A flash of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Midsummer didn't realize it, and as soon as he sat in his place, he saw Jin Qingchen wearing casual clothes and coming back from outside.

I guess I just went for a morning run.

Holding something in your hand.

Sheng Xia was a little curious, poked her head and glanced at it, and saw Jin Qingchen hook her lips slightly, and threw the thick gilded book in her hand in front of her.

"You're a good cook."

"Thank you for your compliment."

Midsummer instinctively humble, "And then?" ”

Jin Qingchen's white and slender fingers pointed on the high-end cover of the notebook, "Then I made a recipe for 365 days, and I came according to the recipe every day." ”