Ji Xiaocheng was just laughing, no longer taking a step forward, Jiang Qianrao understood, and the corners of her mouth changed to the same arc as Ji Xiaocheng's smile.

"Mr. Ji, you have done me such a big favor, as the saying goes, no merit will be lost. I thank you by inviting you to dinner. ”

Ji Xiaocheng crossed his hands and pestled in front of the table: "I don't want you to invite me to dinner, I want you to cook a meal for me with your own hands." ”

Jiang Qianrao didn't react a little, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ji, have you ever thought of a possibility, I don't know how to cook." ”

But Ji Xiaocheng seemed to be very sure that Jiang Qianrao could cook, and said jokingly: "Since I want to teach you 'hand in hand', you naturally have to repay me 'hand in hand'." ”

"Isn't it?"

Jiang Qianrao subconsciously bit her lip: "Since this is the case, then I will reluctantly show off my cooking skills." ”

"If it's not delicious, I'm not responsible!"

"How so."

Jiang Qianrao greeted her with a smile while thinking about what Ji Xiaocheng wanted to do in her heart.

Is it to find an opportunity to go to her house, or to doubt her identity?

Jiang Qianrao didn't have time to think about it, Ji Xiaocheng had already given her time and asked her to accept it.

Jiang Qianrao thought that this time was appropriate, so she agreed.

On Saturday and Sunday, Ji Xiaocheng arrived as scheduled.

Jiang Qianrao put on an apron and opened the door for Ji Xiaocheng.

Jiang Qianrao was wearing very homely and everyday clothes, her hair was simply pulled up, and she was wearing a pure blue apron in front of her, looking very gentle.

and when Ji Xiaocheng first met Jiang Qianrao, they were two completely opposite styles.

Jiang Qianrao smiled apologetically at Ji Xiaocheng: "I'm sorry, I have more ideas, but I haven't prepared them yet." ”

"Huh?" Ji Xiaocheng was not annoyed, but was in a good mood, "This shows that you are concerned about this matter, and it is too late for me to be happy." ”

Jiang Qianrao still just smiled: "Then you have to wait a little longer, I have prepared four dishes and four soups!"

Ji Xiaocheng followed Jiang Qianrao, sat down on the sofa she instructed, and watched Jiang Qianrao pour him a cup of tea casually.

Ji Xiaocheng picked up the tea, took a sip, and said quietly: "Sometimes, I like the feeling of waiting." ”

"Then this point, I am different from Mr. Ji, I don't like waiting for people the most." Jiang Qianrao Shi Ran turned around and walked to the kitchen.

Jiang Qianrao's home is an open kitchen, and the kitchen and living room are only separated by a glass similar to a screen, which is purely for decoration, and actually does not have any blocking effect.

Ji Xiaocheng took the tea and drank it, while looking at Jiang Qianrao, who was busy in the kitchen, and teased: "Didn't you shirk it before and say that you can't cook?" Look at you, it's professional. ”

"Just because I'm not good at it doesn't mean I can't do it. Besides, I've always only made what I love. The occasional hands-on cooking is just for my own service, where can I know your tastes. ”

"If you do something that you are afraid of, or something else. It's better to invite you to a restaurant to eat. ”

I'm happy, I'm happy, just because it's my own needs.

"I'm bothering you."

"What's this, it was originally to repay your favor. The more troublesome it is, the more it seems that I have paid it off. ”

"Really?"

Ji Xiaocheng took another sip of tea, he doesn't drink tea often, and he doesn't like tea very much. But for some reason, I feel that Jiang Qianrao's tea is not anything special, which makes people drink more and more.

Ji Xiaocheng said tepidly and looked at Jiang Qianrao, who was busy in the kitchen.

Jiang Qianrao was preparing the dishes and chopsticks, she leaned over, pulled out the drawer, and took out the dishes and chopsticks.

Her eyes were focused on the dishes and chopsticks, not noticing that the hair on her head was loosely tilted to the left.

Hang to the front, to the first bowl.

Jiang Qianrao only noticed when she got up, let out a soft "ah", and then fished her hair out of the bowl in a little panic.

"Luckily, the bowl is clean." Jiang Qianrao muttered in a low voice.

Jiang Qianrao gave herself an apologetic smile, and then put the unclean bowl into the dish and took a clean one again.

She put down the bowl in her hand, took off her headband, and pulled her hair back again.

Then he shook his hair in satisfaction, and the ponytail hung low at the back of his head, like a flexible tail.

Ji Xiaocheng was a little stunned.

He glanced down at the tea in his hand, the water was calm and waveless, reflecting his face.

What's wrong with him?

He couldn't help but ask himself.

"You've never asked me anything about taboos before." Ji Xiaocheng spoke.

"So, I just did it. Mr. Ji, are you afraid, I will use my hands and feet in the meal to poison you? ”

Ji Xiaocheng was amused cooperatively: "Then you can come up with a reason that you don't understand pharmacology, food restraint, and cause poisoning." ”

Although Jiang Qianrao was carrying Ji Xiaocheng on her back, he shook his head when he saw Jiang Qianrao: "I don't have that idea!" Instead, I feel like I'm dirtying my apartment by killing you. ”

"Then I'll try to die as good as I can, so that my blood will be splashed in a regular pattern of flying flowers, so that you can handle the scene well."

"Hahaha! Mr. Ji was thoughtful for me. Jiang Qianrao said, lifted the lid of the casserole, and tasted it with the spoon that tested the soup.

Ji Xiaocheng focused on Jiang Qianrao's movements and looked at her good-looking side face.

She seems to have carefully put on light makeup today, and she looks close to no makeup.

Ji Xiaocheng has never denied Jiang Qianrao's lack of appearance, but looking at it like this today, he feels more and more familiar.

Obviously this is a stranger, except that the outline of the eyes is somewhat similar.

"Does Mr. Ji have a light taste?"

"It's okay."

Jiang Qianrao put down the soup spoon and turned off the heat: "That's fine, no need to add more seasoning." ”

Jiang Qianrao picked up the anti-scald gloves on the table: "Trouble you, our Mr. Ji, come over and do a favor and bring this casserole over?" ”

Ji Xiaocheng put down the teacup almost immediately and walked over.

"Okay."

Ji Xiaocheng took the anti-scald gloves in Jiang Qianrao's hand and began to serve the casserole. Jiang Qianrao also turned around and brought the other two dishes.

After three trips back and forth like this, Jiang Qianrao served all the dishes on the table.

It is said to be four dishes and four soups, but in fact it is seven dishes and one soup.

In the casserole is her carefully boiled rabbit meat and grass soup.

Ji Xiaocheng sat down with Jiang Qianrao, glanced at the dishes on the table, and his expression seemed a little stagnant.

Jiang Qianrao observed his expression, she specially made two dishes that Ji Xiaocheng would never touch, two dishes that Ji Xiaocheng particularly liked to eat, and the remaining four dishes that Ji Xiaocheng couldn't talk about liking or disliking and didn't care whether to eat or not.

Jiang Qianrao thought with satisfaction, now, Ji Xiaocheng shouldn't suspect her on the dish!