Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 22 Photos
The next morning.

Before the morning mist had dissipated, Jiang Qing's running shoes had already rolled over the dew-soaked path.

At 8:, Jiang Qing wiped the sweat from his face and walked into the living room of Room .

The bar was piled with freshly opened boxes of fruits and vegetables. Zhang Han was wrestling with an avocado with a kitchen knife, and the horrific green remains lay on the chopping board.

"Do you need help?"

Jiang Qing unscrewed the soda bottle and asked with a smile.

He didn't expect that they all got up so early today. He probably had some arrangements.

"No, I can!"

Zhang Han looked like he was determined to fight Avocado to the end.

Meng Ziyi suddenly poked her head out from behind the counter, with a few bread crumbs on the ends of her hair.

"Jiang Qing, you're finally here!"

"Our Ono said he wanted to eat seafood risotto."

"I want to eat too, can you... hehe!"

Meng Ziyi grinned, revealing an embarrassed expression.

"So, is it you who wants to eat, or Ono?"

"If it's you, I'll have to think about it."

Jiang Qing curled his lips and joked.

"Jiang Qing~"

Meng Ziyi pouted and made a sweet and coquettish sound, gently blinking her long eyelashes.

"Don't do this, just remember to wash the dishes clean."

Jiang Qing had no choice but to compromise after raising his hand to stop Meng Ziyi's death.

The girl is dressed particularly coolly today, wearing a small suspender top with denim hot pants, revealing her pink waist and long legs. Coupled with her exquisite makeup, her request for a bowl of seafood risotto is really hard to refuse.

"No problem, I guarantee it will be clean!"

Meng Ziyi smiled brightly and raised her finger to make a promise.

"Hmm? What do you mean clean?"

Zhou Ye walked down the stairs yawning, his bare face full of confusion.

"No, nothing. Xiaoye, let's go shopping with Jiang Qing later."

Meng Ziyi took a few quick steps forward, put his arm around her shoulders and invited her.

"Oh, okay."

Zhou Ye glanced at the smiling Jiang Qing, then looked at Meng Ziyi beside him and nodded blankly.

"It's still early, let's go to the next town to buy some food. The program's supermarket is very short on ingredients."

Jiang Qing put down the soda water in her hand with a smile, and did not expose Meng Ziyi's little trick.

"No problem, I can do it!"

Meng Ziyi actively raised her hand to show her agreement. Of course, she had no objection.

"I can too."

Although he didn't know why Meng Ziyi was so enthusiastic, Zhou Ye nodded in confusion.

Thus, a three-person grocery shopping group was formed instantly.

At 9:15, the sunlight slanted into the rearview mirror of the shopping car, reflecting the angular contours of Jiang Qing's face.

When Zhou Ye got into the passenger seat, the ends of his hair brushed against Jiang Qing's wrists gripping the steering wheel, causing him to subconsciously straighten his back.

Meng Ziyi in the back seat suddenly raised the Polaroid camera, turned around and framed all three of them in the camera.

“Take a photo before departure!”

The moment the photo paper was slowly spitted out, Jiang Qing caught a glimpse of the new camellia hairpin behind Zhou Ye's ear.

Zhou Ye sat upright in the passenger seat, not daring to look at Jiang Qing beside her. If Meng Ziyi hadn't insisted on pushing her to the front passenger seat, she would have sat obediently in the back seat.

"let's go."

Jiang Qing glanced at Zhou Ye who was sitting upright beside him, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

Then he slowly started the car.

"Go! Go! Go!" Meng Ziyi shouted excitedly in the back row.

At this moment, Zhou Ye was particularly envious of her mental state.

Jiang Qing drove fast and steadily. Meng Ziyi called him an experienced driver. In less than an hour, they arrived at the fresh food market in the next town.

As you approach the entrance, the fishy smell of the fresh food market hits you in the face.

They walked and looked around. Zhou Ye hesitated and held the net bag in front of the shrimp stall. The deep-water shrimp suddenly jumped up and splashed onto the back of her hand.

Jiang Qing's hand had already covered her, and his gentle voice floated into her ears.

"Choose the ones with intact tentacles."

His thumb unconsciously brushed across her forearm, the red light of the electronic scale dancing on the backs of their crossed hands.

"Crack!"

Meng Ziyi pressed the shutter button continuously at the backs of the two people, and the diamond-studded phone case reflected rainbow spots under the light of the refrigerator.

She leaned close to Zhou Ye's ear, whose face was slightly red, and lowered her voice.

"Just now, when Dr. Jiang shook your hand, he pursed his lips three times."

Hearing the teasing in Meng Ziyi's words, Zhou Ye's face turned even pinker.

But what I was thinking was, would he be nervous around me?

Why can't she see it at all?

Continuing on to the spice section, the aisles were surprisingly narrow.

When Jiang Qing reached for the curry powder on the top shelf, the hem of his shirt lifted up half an inch. Zhou Ye stared at the faintly visible muscle lines on his lower back and was knocked off balance by a shopping cart that suddenly rushed out from the corner of the shelf.

Jiang Qing quickly turned around and hugged her with just the right amount of strength. Her nose just brushed against his chest and she smelled the scent of shower gel lingering on his collar.

"Be careful."

His voice fell on the top of her head, making her eardrums slightly itchy.

In the shadow of the shelf, Meng Ziyi buried her face and stomped her feet secretly, with the record button on her cell phone always lit red.

Even if you take a photo, you can only capture the shape without details from a distance due to the narrow space.

"Ah."

Zhou Ye didn't dare look at Jiang Qing. He lowered his head and responded softly, then quickly turned and walked away.

They continued walking and came to a fruit stand.

When the fruit stall owner enthusiastically recommended the strawberry gift box, Zhou Ye and Jiang Qing reached out for the tasting plate at the same time.

The moment their fingertips touched, the coolness of the iced strawberries swept through their veins and spread throughout their bodies.

Zhou Ye suddenly turned around and asked the proprietress for a tissue, his red earlobes exposed to the sunlight.

"You two are picking out fruit like you're in an idol drama."

Meng Ziyi staggered over with a straw in her mouth, and water droplets condensed on the wall of the pearl milk tea cup dripped onto the hem of Zhou Ye's skirt.

"That shot just now definitely needs a pink bubble effect in post-production."

Her look of confidence made Zhou Ye's face burn hot, and he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Jiang Qing smiled without saying anything, just glancing around at the fruit stall, looking very focused.

The sun was high in the sky on the way back, and Jiang Qing moved the cartons full of food into the trunk.

When Zhou Ye bent down to organize his shopping bags, the faint scent of shampoo wafted over from his hair.

He paused in closing the car door, and the rearview mirror reflected the pearl powder on the shoulder of his shirt, which was the mark left by Zhou Ye's earrings in the crowded crowd.

At around half past eleven, Jiang Qing returned to Room 8 and was processing the shrimps he had bought at the counter.

Zhou Ye came over with washed strawberries and saw that his arms, with their sleeves rolled up, were stained with curry powder.

"You are here..."

She reached out to wipe it, but was startled by the sudden sound of the oven alarm and retracted her hand.

Meng Ziyi came over with a fork in hand, ready to steal some strawberries, but her eyes were fixed on the cooking knife that Jiang Qing clenched in an instant.

I secretly complained in my heart, it turns out that you are not always so calm.

When the first aroma of risotto filled the restaurant, Meng Ziyi smiled at the photos she had taken secretly in her mobile phone album.

There were arms around each other's waists, hair tips touching, and moments when Zhou Ye and Jiang Qing looked at each other unintentionally.

(End of this chapter)