The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 32 Mr. Joe, I'm Not a Girl

Meng Yao said no.

"If I don't go, how do you know what kind of food I like to eat? If you cook something that doesn't suit my taste, I will declare that I won't eat it first. Not only did your sincerity not be conveyed to me, but you also apologize. Why bother to cook this meal?" .”

So, what else can she say?
It was past eleven o'clock when I got back home after buying the vegetables. Meng Yao poured a glass of water for Qiao Yiyuan and asked him to sit freely. If he wanted to use the computer, he could go to the study, then turned around and went into the kitchen.

Qiao Yiyuan glanced at the back of her running into the kitchen, and looked around the house with her eyes removed.

The Meng family's house is a standard suite, not very spacious, but warm, clean and tidy.

Just thinking that the originally good family of three has become two, and one of the two is receiving long-term treatment in the hospital, and the mood can't help but sink.

"..."

Relying on memory, Qiao Yiyuan walked to the door of one of the rooms, reached out and gently opened the door.

Sure enough, it was still a study.

In the kitchen, Meng Yao was washing and chopping vegetables for cooking. Her hands and feet were as dexterous as a chef's, but she didn't know how it tasted.

After closing the study door, Qiao Yiyuan walked to the sofa and sat down, with his slender legs folded together, his palms crossed on his legs, and he turned his head to look at the kitchen door, his eyes full of thought.

About an hour later, Meng Yao prepared four dishes and one soup, and invited Qiao Yiyuan to the dining room for dinner.

Seeing the fragrant four dishes and one soup on the dining table, Qiao Yiyuan said Wow~ in surprise, and then turned to ask her who was standing next to her with some worry, "It looks good, can I eat it?"

Her answer was to give him a pair of chopsticks, "Try it."

He was also not polite to her, and before putting down his chopsticks, he declared, "If it tastes bad, I won't eat it."

In fact, Meng Yao didn't know whether his food was mild or salty, so he made it neither salty nor light, but because he came to eat at home today, the taste might be a bit off. As for salty or bland, she didn't know. tasted.

Qiao Yiyuan put a vegetable in his mouth, chewed it slowly a few times, and nodded slightly, "Young girl's cooking skills are not bad." After finishing speaking, he put down his chopsticks and turned to look at her.

She protested rather dissatisfied, "Mr. Qiao, I'm not a girl, I'm a college student now."

"How old is it?"

"Freshman."

"It's just a girl who went to Huangmao." He teased her lightly.

She folded her arms around her chest and slightly raised her chin to attack him, "Mr. Qiao is not very old, he is just a kid with a yellow hair."

He immediately liked her witty response, and said seriously, "If you can't find a satisfactory job after graduation, come to me."

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao, for your kindness. I will become a national athlete in the future."

His eyes brightened slightly, "Inherit the mantle."

"Of course!" She smiled like a flower, and her bright eyes were shining, which were particularly eye-catching.

Looking at her glowing smile, his faint eyes deepened for no reason.

"..."

During the meal, Qiao Yiyuan didn't talk very much, and Meng Yao was embarrassed to keep talking so as not to be disgusted, but as long as Qiao Yiyuan spoke, she would say a few more words than him. At this time, Qiao Yiyuan would look at her more, and she would Subconsciously shut up.

After dinner, Meng Yao was going to Majestic Bakery to find Gumanni, and Qiao Yiyuan went back to the company to drop her off.

When she was about to get off the car, Qiao Yiyuan asked her for her mobile phone.

She watched him enter his number on her phone, flattered.

Does this mean that she can contact him?
He used her mobile phone to dial his own before returning it to her, "Call me if you need anything."

She smiled happily when she heard the words, "Then can you add WeChat and Weibo?"

(End of this chapter)