The heart of the king of the net pleases you

Chapter 9 I Don't Like Tomatoes
"What really?" Qingqian raised her eyebrows and looked at Cilang.

"It's... you and Xiao... Atobe?" Cirou considered the words.

"It's true." Qingqian nodded, calm, but only Qingqian knew the turmoil after calm.

"Are you... are you okay?" Cilang's eyes were filled with indescribable worry.

Jiro knew Qingqian's feelings for Atobe clearly.

Taking the rose garden in front of him as an example, Cirou knew that it was Qingqian's painstaking effort, everything from seed selection to cultivation was done by himself, just because Atobe likes roses.

Such a deep relationship can't be parted overnight. Hearing those rumors at school today, Cilang skipped this afternoon's work without even thinking about it. .

"What can I do?" Qingqian looked at Cilang and chuckled lightly, "You don't have to be so careful in front of me in the future, I'm really fine."

Although Qingqian said so, Cilang still couldn't believe it, and looked at Qingqian suspiciously.

"I'm serious," Qingqian said, her expression was so serious that she almost swore to the sky, "I really let it go, otherwise I wouldn't let them spread this word before now."

Cilang tilted his head and thought for a while, he seemed to be like this with his pure and shallow temper.

"Do you want to stay for dinner today?" Qingqian glanced at Cilang.

"Yes!" Ci Lang nodded frantically, the little sheep at this moment is not at all confused like when he was sleeping late.

One must know that superficial culinary skills are not covered. In this respect, Cilang feels that he is still very envious of Xiaojing, the guy who spares no expense.

"Let's go, I'll make you two dishes you haven't eaten before." Qingqian got up from the limp and walked towards the house.

"Qingqian, you are the best!" Cilang rushed forward, and leaned beside Qingqian, rubbing his furry head on Qingqian's shoulder, like a younger brother who is coquettish with his older sister.

"Ci Lang, I remember you don't like tomatoes, right?" At the door of the kitchen, Qingqian tilted her head and looked at Ci Lang who was sitting on the sofa drowsy.

"Huh?" Cilang woke up instantly when he heard the word tomato: "Yes... yes."

Qingqian asked, why did she have an ominous premonition?
"It's okay, you can continue to sleep." After receiving Cilang's reply, she nodded calmly and walked to the kitchen.

"Qingqian..." Cilang couldn't fall asleep, and swayed to the kitchen door: "Why don't I go home for dinner today?"

"Are you sure?" Qingqian took a look at Cilang, then pointed to the casserole that was emitting a strong aroma: "Today I did Buddha Jump over the Wall, are you sure you don't want to eat here?"

"Gudong" Cilang swallowed deeply, "Buddha jumps over the wall, I've only heard about this from Qingqian but I haven't eaten it yet, I really want to eat it."

It's just that tomatoes are what I hate the most... Forget it... The big deal is that I don't touch tomatoes.

"I think I still want to stay here to help you have a taste." Ci Lang nodded after finishing speaking, feeling that what he said made sense.

Qingqian chuckled and ignored him, and continued to cook with her head down.

Cilang licked his mouth, smelled the aroma of rice in the air, thought of how he would jump over the wall after eating, and fell asleep on the sofa again.

Seeing that there was no sound outside, Qingqian took the time to take a look, then smiled helplessly and buried herself in the kitchen again.

(End of this chapter)