She has no resistance to boys who can cook.

There is no resistance to the boys who are cold on the surface but can cook in private.

She stood at the door and looked at him for a long time.

When Bian Jichen turned off the fire and walked in front of her, her eyes moved, and then she came back to her senses.

The high fever made his voice hoarse and dry, "Here you go." ”

A cup of warmth was suddenly stuffed into her hand, warming her hand.

She looked down and saw the ...... in the glass It turned out to be a cup of ginger soup.

So when he was cooking just now, he was cooking ginger soup?

He twisted his eyebrows slightly and said, "You are cold in the rain, it will be better to drink some ginger soup." ”

"Don't catch a cold."

Jiang Chacha looked at him in surprise, and was so moved that he couldn't say a word for a while.

She suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

He had already poured himself a glass, and then he looked away, and the man went back to the living room.

Jiang Cha Cha clenched the glass and kept up with him.

When I came to the living room, I found him sitting on the sofa, holding the cup in both hands, and drinking it one by one.

Obviously, his face was not obvious, and he didn't even frown, but Jiang Chacha still felt that his gaze was very tired, and he seemed to have been holding on.

She suddenly felt a lot heavier on her steps, and she frowned and sat down on the single couch next to him.

"I heard from the servant that you have a high fever."

The burn was bad.

He listened, and wrinkled his eyebrows slightly, "It's not serious." ”

He spoke softly.

"They're used to saying it very seriously. You don't have to worry. ”

"Is it really okay for you now?"

"Hmm."

There was a reassuring power in his cold voice.

Jiang Cha Cha lowered her head and pressed her fingers against the warm cup, but she didn't take a sip.

Bian Jichen also found out later.

He looked over and said, "What's wrong?" ”

"My bad."

She clenched her glass again.

She blamed herself in every possible way, "If I had seen the news earlier, you wouldn't have worried about me, and you would have come in the rain." ”

He was silent for a long time, then moved his hand and took another sip of ginger soup.

He suddenly looked over, and the heat coming out of the ginger soup made his eyes dark and clear.

Although his voice was cold, there was a gentle and determined power in his eyes.

"Actually, no matter if you don't reply to the message in the end, I'll still come to you."

He speaks...... Why is it so like a confession?!!

Jiang Chacha's face turned red, and his head almost exploded. She looked away in a panic and buried her head, relying on ginger soup to distract him and relieve his embarrassment.

When the ginger soup is entered, the taste of the ginger shreds is very strong and choking, but even the stomach is warm after entering the throat.

Even the slightest ripple in my heart.

Probably afraid that she would be bored, Bian Jichen picked up the remote control on the table and randomly turned on a TV station that happened to be playing a TV series.

So the two stayed in the living room like this, drinking the ginger soup he made himself, and watching the TV series quietly.

…… What a magical experience.

In fact, the picture plot in the TV series Jiang Chacha can't be seen at all.

Her head, which had no capacity, was in chaos at this point.

Outside the window, the rain was still falling, shaking off the flowers of a tree, and the heavy rain was about to knock the petals into the damp earth.

After a while, there was a fine stream of water mixed with the fragrance of flowers on the soil, and the rain meandered in it, so that a piece of soil under the corner of the western-style building in the last century had its own magnificent ravine.

Listening to the sound of the rain outside the window, Jiang Chacha obediently lowered her head and took another sip of ginger soup.

There was silence on his side again.

Ginger Cha Cha turned his head.

I saw that his calm side face was like a ghostly workmanship, and he could make people feel the sense of dimensionality reduction on his body.

Bian Jichen's eyelashes drooped a little, and he was watching the TV intently, and the fluorescent fluorescence emitted by the TV series fell lightly on his jade-white face.

He watched the TV series for a while, and suddenly turned his gaze to it.

And she had already looked away, not letting herself be caught peeking at him.

"Let's stay and eat."

Ginger Cha Cha did not refuse.

Because it was raining heavily.

And he braved so much rain to come to her appointment.

How could she be willing to refuse him?

When I came to the restaurant, I saw Aunt Zhang coming over with bone broth in her hand, Jiang Chacha didn't think about it, so she went up and picked it up.

She raised her lips and said habitually: "Aunt Zhang, just let me serve the young master, you go and do something else first." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that her identity did not match the current scene at all.

The smile on her face instantly stiffened.

Help me!!!!!!

What is she doing?!!

This damn occupational disease kills people!

The restaurant also fell into a bewildering tranquility.

Aunt Zhang was stunned, she never thought of the young lady in front of her...... How can you be so peaceful and approachable?

And, what else did she just say?

She also said young master?

Aunt Zhang hesitated, she glanced at Jiang Chacha strangely, and then smiled awkwardly: "This young lady...... What a passion. ”

Ginger tea tea mangs thorn in the back.

She could feel the man behind her quietly cast a scrutinizing look.

I can't see that she can't take it, and she can't put it.

In the end, she still stubbornly brought the bone broth in her hand to the table.

(End of chapter)