Chief, Love for you is wrong

Entering the kitchen, Qin Jing glanced at her left hand, "do you want to help?"

He glanced coldly at her wrapped hands. She raised it like nothing, reached out to his eyes and glanced, "it's not that I don't help, but that I can't help!"

The little complacency in his eyes made Wen Jili twitch at the corners of his mouth, and then his lips were stained with a cold smile. His thin lips moved slightly, "little rabbit. Son! Red eyes!"

"..." Qin Jing's heart was full of disgust. The smell of Ji Li was not like the usual indifference. They broke the embarrassing depression inexplicably.

At this time, the old lady came in, looked at Ji Li's actions, and her eyes narrowed again.

"Oh, Li Li, I'm making sauerkraut minced meat! I've made steamed fish and yaozhu Zhusheng soup. When your minced meat is ready, we'll have dinner! Ha ha, they're all good children!"

When saying this, the old lady's eyes seemed to inadvertently pass Qin Jing's wrapped palms, stole her eyes, put her hands behind her, and walked out happily

The whole process, she came in as if to say this.

At first, she fell into the cloud. For a long time, she saw her wrapped hands, with only a few fingertips of ten fingers exposed outside.

Generally speaking, she can't use other tableware except soup spoon.

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

I didn't expect that something happened to Martian temporarily. She couldn't eat the steamed fish of the old lady. The man just said to come in and prepare it, just to make minced meat for her?

Meticulous, gentle and considerate.

Such a smell of Ji Li is that any woman standing here will be moved by him.

Wenjiasanshao from Y City is a famous business genius in China.

Countless economic benefits, or financial lifelines, just because of his finger clicking the mouse, determine the livelihood of thousands of people, either rich or poor.

Now, for a woman, she is willing to wash her hands and make soup.

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

The porridge in the nearby milk pot began to bubble. The man skillfully poured the minced meat in, stirred it with chopsticks, covered the pot cover, handled the chopping board and knife, and soon put snow vegetables and some seasoning.

Sauerkraut meat and silk porridge, that's all.

She also heard that Ji Li was willing to cook porridge for her, Mo Bai

"Mr. Wen, do you think Mo Bai will have dinner tonight?"

Wen Jili, who was taking dishes and chopsticks, listened, paused, and said simply, "No."

Throwing down the painful words, Qin Jing didn't look back to the hall. Qin Jing collected her mind and went out.

When I saw the old lady, I put a proper smile on my face again, looked at my eyes and hands, and looked at Wen Jili walking in and out of the kitchen. I was a little embarrassed.

The old milk opposite looked at her with a smile from beginning to end, making Qin Jing's ears hot.

A meal passed with a little warmth

After the meal, what made Qin Jing embarrassed most was Wen Jili's washing dishes and wearing an apron. He looked calm and collected the dishes and chopsticks. His action was not urgent or slow. It can be said that he was extremely elegant.

Only such a person can even pack up a bowl and chopsticks, which is so charming and calm that it has infiltrated into his bones.

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

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