Chapter 1227

A burnt smell penetrated into Qianmiao's nasal cavity along the air, speeding up slightly.

The more you go inside, the quieter it becomes. It is not until you enter a main hall that you see the bright lights.

At first glance, the layout here looks no different from that of ordinary people's homes, but as long as you look at it, you will find that there is no window here, and only the lights illuminate everything in the room.

The kitchen has a good smoke exhaust system, and even if there is no window, you won’t worry about smoke.

But at this time, Qianmiao smelled the smell of the dish. Without looking at it, she knew it was two kinds of chicken breast and fried eggs.

When I walked in, I saw a boy with a chilly back standing in front of the stove, holding a shovel in his hand, and stubbornly trying to turn over the paste from one direction.

He is tall and thin, about 1.8 meters tall, with a thin figure, and his skin is even tenderer than that of girls. Because he often doesn't go out to see the sun, his skin is fair and tender, and to put it in an exaggeration, his white reflects. His hair is a bit longer to a boy, and his hair is very soft. When he lowers his head, his bangs slightly cover his eyes.

In Qianmiao's impression, he is synonymous with tranquility and loneliness. He will never interact without interacting with others. He can't even cook, just because he feels it is complicated. He usually takes someone to take him outside when eating and dining. He knocks on the door and reminds him and leaves, and dares not stay for too long.

At this time, the sizzling sound of fried vegetables seemed very noisy and very noisy, which was extremely inconsistent with him.

"I'll do it." she said.

The boy quickly turned his head when he heard the sound, and his eyes that were more beautiful than the girl showed a soft smile of surprise. What's more special is that his pupils are very rare in red, as if they were wearing contact lenses, but they were more realistic and beautiful than contact lenses.

"You are back," he said.

Qianmiao took the shovel in his hand and turned off the fire first? Then poured out all the battered vegetables? Question: "Do you want to eat a sandwich?"

The boy pursed his lips: "I want to give it to you? Make it for food."

His hands were very beautiful? He was tied together and twisted his fingers, slightly pursing his lip line.

Qianmiao knew that he must have had an old problem again? It was caused by excitement.

She smiled, her eyes were gentle. She reached out to touch his hair. She said, "I haven't eaten what I made for a long time, right? I went out to learn great skills this time and I've improved my cooking skills. I'll show you some skills."

The boy blinked, and his pure eyes were really beautiful. The tightness around his body slowly dissipated with Qianmiao's caress? His hands slowly hang down.

He stared at Qianmiao's clever vegetable-cutting movements? He asked, "Who did you learn from?"

"It's the brother outside. He cooks very deliciously," Qianmiao looked back at him and smiled again? She smiled very gently: "You are also very good."

The boy is silent.

He stared at Qianmiao's every move of cooking and followed him? Even if he didn't speak, he would never leave him.

Will he look at Qianmiao? When she wants to get some seasoning, she delivers the thing to her in advance.

Even though he was so sticky, Qianmiao did not show any impatience? It seemed as if he left all his indulgence to the young man beside him.

She made two very simple dishes? It was ready for the pot soon.

The boy lowered his head and ate? Very quiet and attentive.

He looked up at Qianmiao, with tomato juice stuck to the corner of his mouth, and his bright eyes looked at her with a little cuteness: "You eat too."

Qianmiao looked at him with her chin, smiled slightly, and involuntarily reached out to wipe off the oil stains on the corner of his mouth, saying, "The brother outside didn't eat it, my sister will send it to him later."

The boy lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Qianmiao saw his hand holding the fork trembling slightly.

Her smile suddenly disappeared.

"Tang Xin, don't scare me."

He was 18 years old and had severe autism, and was named Tang Xin.

She picked him up from a hellish danger a few years ago and gave him this name.

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