Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

After entering the kitchen, Qin Jing cast a few glances with his left hand, "Do you want to help?"

He coldly squinted at her intertwined hands, but she lifted them up as if nothing happened, stretched them out to his eyes, curled her lips, "It's not that I don't help, but that there is nothing I can do to help!"

The little pride in his eyes made the corners of Wen Jili's mouth twitch, and then a cold smile appeared on his lips, and his thin lips moved slightly, "Xiao>

"..." Qin Jing murmured inwardly that this Wen Jili didn't get along with the usual indifference and alienation at all, and the two of them inexplicably broke that embarrassing depression.

At this time, the old lady came in, looked at the movements in Wen Jili's hands, and narrowed her eyes again. [

"Hey, Lili, I'm making minced meat with pickled vegetables! I've already made the steamed fish and bamboo bamboo fungus soup. When your minced meat is ready, we'll have dinner! Hehe, you're all good boys!"

When she said this, the old lady's eyes seemed to pass over Qin Jing's wrapped palms unintentionally, she glanced at her, put her hands behind her back, and walked out cheerfully...

Throughout the whole process, she seemed to come in just to say this sentence.

She felt like falling into the clouds at first, but after a while, she saw her wrapped hands, only a few fingertips of the ten fingers were exposed.

In general, she cannot use utensils other than a spoon.

He took the suitcase to Leyi Community at noon, which means that he had agreed with the old lady that she and he would come back for dinner in the evening, and the old lady had already prepared their dinner.

Didn't expect something like Martin's accident happened, she couldn't eat the old lady's steamed fish, and this man just said that he came in to make minced meat for her?

So meticulous, gentle and considerate.

Such Wen Jili, any woman standing here would fall in love with him.

The third young master of the Wen family in Y city, all middle >

Countless economic benefits, or financial lifeline, just because his finger clicks the mouse, it determines the livelihood of thousands of people, or violent>

Now, for a woman, he is willing to wash his hands and make soup.

The feeling he brings to people is really too warm, just like nestling in his mother's arms when he was a child, it makes people think of home.

The porridge in the milk pot next to it started to bubble. The man skillfully poured the minced meat into it, stirred it with chopsticks, covered the pot again, and took care of the cutting board and knife. After a while, he added pickled vegetables and added some sauce material.

Pickled Meat>

She also has Wen Jili willing to cook porridge for her, Mo Bai...

"Mr. Wen, tell me, will Mo Bai have dinner tonight?"

Wen Jili, who was picking up the bowl and chopsticks, listened, paused, and said simply, "No."

Throwing down those two heart-wrenching words, and walking towards the hall without looking back, Qin Jing collected his mind and walked out too. [

When he saw the old lady, he put on a proper smile again, looked at his hands, and at Wen Jili who was going back and forth in the kitchen, feeling a little embarrassed.

Opposite Granny>

A meal passed with a little bit of warmth...

After the meal, what impressed Qin Jing the most was that Wen Jili was washing the dishes. Wearing an apron, he cleaned up the dishes with a calm expression, and his movements were unhurried, which can be said to be extremely elegant.

Only such a person can even tidy up a table and chopsticks so charmingly, calmly, with a calmness that has penetrated into the bones.

Even an ordinary bowl, in his hands, can give birth to the feeling that it is a flower.