After watching the movie, Ye Jiaqi was still reluctant to leave, leaning on his shoulder and rubbing against his neck.

My emotions are getting better, but there are still ripples in my heart.

Just like the lilac flowers in the spring rain, they are always filled with a little sorrow.

It can't be cut, it's still messy.

"Do you still want me to accompany you?" Qiao Sinian rubbed her hair.

"You go and do it, I'll cook."

“Cooking?”

"I just read the food magazine for a while. Tonight, I'll make some food for you. If it's not good, don't dislike it."

"Okay." Qiao Sinian did not refute.

After leaving the screening hall, Qiao Sinian took Ye Jiaqi downstairs.

Ye Jiaqi changed into clean clothes, tied his hair with a fresh patterned hairband, and took the magazine to the kitchen.

The emotions are more or less.

Even people like her who don’t have much interaction with Song Shaoyan are emotional. She doesn’t know what would happen if Ning An learned about this news.

Since Song Shaojun didn't plan to tell Ning An, she didn't plan to say it either.

In the future, she hopes that Ning An can be with someone who loves her and raise Xiao Candy.

The kitchen ingredients and seasonings are rich, and Ye Jiaqi reads the magazines and learns it bit by bit.

She knew that Qiao Sinian didn't like to eat heavy-tasting things and chose the flavors, so she made vegetarian crab noodles, Longjing shrimp, stone pot wo tofu, fresh juice pork ribs and fish head soup.

Ye Jiaqi rolled his sleeves to his elbows, tied his apron, and was busy in the kitchen.

I didn't know how to cook, and I didn't like to cook.

Now that I am with Qiao Sinian, I have the idea of ​​washing my hands and making soup.

I want him to taste what he made himself, and I also want to hear him praise him.

She is in the kitchen and he is in the study.

In such a huge house, no one will disturb them.

The clouds outside the window are light and the wind is light, and the sun is warm.

The light shines in from the window and falls on the floor. The interlaced shadows have a quiet picture.

It was getting late and the tired birds returned to their nests.

Ye Jiaqi worked hard all afternoon and made everything he wanted to do.

She tasted it and thought it tasted ok, but she didn't know if someone who was picky liked it or not.

As she brought the dishes to the table, Josnian walked down the stairs.

"Why is this coincidence? Did you smell the fragrance?" Ye Jiaqi looked at him with a smile, his eyes shining.

The man walked down from the upper floor step by step, with an upward curve at the corner of his lips, and his eyes were always on her.

He glanced at the table with his eyes, which was quite rich.

"It's all done by yourself?" Qiao Sinian walked over and hugged her waist.

"Yes, you can try it. I've been struggling for a long time, and I see there is an incision on my hand." Ye Jiaqi raised a finger with a band-tip sticker.

Qiao Sinian frowned and held her finger: "I don't have to do it anymore, just leave it to Butler Sun."

"It's quite interesting to cook. I'll cook it for you if I'm interested in the future. OK?" Ye Jiaqi looked at him coquettishly, his eyes as bright as the warm sun.

"Yeah, let's have a meal."

It's getting late.

Qiao Sinian did not forget the agreement with Rong Jincheng at night.

"These are all things you like to eat." Ye Jiaqi said, "You said you are so picky about your taste, but I don't choose anything. Qiao Chengfan will do whatever you want. He also chooses very well, one big and one small, which can be said to be very difficult to serve."

"Then are you willing to serve?" Qiao Sinian picked up a piece of shrimp and said slowly.
Chapter completed!