The next day Ji Rao woke up. His eyes were still a little uncomfortable. He had to do a set of eye exercises perfunctorily. Then he opened his eyes. It was a little fuzzy when he just opened them, but the feeling of acid swelling was alleviated a lot.

He looked at the bedside, empty, reaching for the quilt, cold.

He was a little flustered at once and cried out, "Han Jinyan! Han Jinyan

There was a distant cry from downstairs, "I'm here!"

This sound is almost like a tranquilizer, Ji Rao's face slightly anxious appearance slowly relaxed.

He went to bed barefoot, then opened the door and walked out.

He lies on the railing of the second floor, looking at Han Jinyan working in the kitchen.

In fact, it's meaningless to watch him cook, but Ji Rao just wants to watch.

"Rao Rao, the meal is ready."

When Han Jinyan comes out with the meal, he looks up, just in line with Ji Rao.

"How long have you been standing there? Wash your face and brush your teeth and come down to eat." Han Jinyan's eyes from up to down, fixed on Ji Rao's bare foot, where he stepped on his right foot. His eyebrows wrinkled. "Go and put on your shoes quickly. Why don't you wear them? Do you walk with them every day?"

Ji Rao ignored his reproach and said, "it seems that I haven't eaten your dinner for a long time."

"Go and wash quickly, and you can eat immediately."

Ji Rao's mouth turned up and turned to wash.

Han Jinyan put the bowl down, took some sugar and put it into Ji Rao's bowl. As he stirred it, he suddenly smelled a paste smell at the tip of his nose. Han Jinyan quickly went back to the kitchen. As soon as he went in, he saw that the water in the pot had been steamed dry, and the pot had turned black.

Han Jinyan immediately turned off the fire, then closed the kitchen door, took some cold water with the pot, and flushed the black stubble at the bottom of the pot.

He just forgot to turn off the fire.

Han Jinyan almost lost his mind.

He can clearly feel the deterioration of his memory recently.

It may not be long before he can't even speak quickly.

Han Jinyan clenched his fist.

"Han Jinyan! What are you doing

The fist suddenly loosened.

"Nothing. You eat first." Han Jinyan stayed for a while, then turned to open the door and closed it again.

He sat opposite Ji Rao.

Ji Rao's mouth is still stuffed with a steamed bun, a bite down, soup full mouth, is eating, he suddenly sniffed, "how can there be a stock paste taste?"

"I've just cooked some congee. If it's all right, eat it."

Ji Rao wrinkled his face. "When I was outside, you didn't bother to cook and always ordered takeout. How could you even cook porridge?"

Han Jinyan smiles, "No."

He gave Ji Rao a piece of lean meat, "eat more."

Ji Rao shrugged, "I have to go back today. I have to ask for leave, but I have to return the car to others."

"Good."

"But it doesn't matter. I'll be back in four days."

Ji Rao's tone was inexplicably excited.

Han Jinyan nodded, "very good."

His tone was so flat, not the feeling Ji Rao expected, "what's the matter with you? Are you not happy? "

Han Jinyan shook his head, "nothing, you eat, I wait for you to come back."

Because Han Jinyan's attitude is inexplicable and indifferent, Ji Rao breathes a sigh and feels that it's not worth running all the way back. People may not want you back at all.

Think of this Ji Rao more angry panic.

He talked about the cold war with Han Jin unilaterally. When he left, he didn't say a word to Han Jin.