The atmosphere was very tense for a while.

But in fact, Shi Yin was the only one who was stiff.

Liang Qiushi had just recovered from his serious illness in secondary school. At this time, he was extremely honest. He remembered that the last time he saw Gu Congli was when he saw him leaning Shi Yin next to the sofa.

He lowered his eyes, saw the bag in Gu Congli's hand, showed an expression of sudden realization, and whispered to him in a low voice: "That's it."

"..."

Shi Yin cleared his throat: "What?"

"Teacher Shi Yi, the editor-in-chief is also afraid that you will starve yourself at home and end up in the hospital, and then you will have a reason to delay the manuscript openly."

"..."

Shi Yin rolled his eyes: "In your mind, I really did everything I could to delay the manuscript."

"It's not just in my heart," Liang Qiushi said calmly, "You see, the editor-in-chief thinks so too."

Shi Yin tapped the tip of his pen on the coffee table: "Go and do your thing."

As he spoke, he glanced at Gu Congli quietly.

The man walked into the kitchen carrying the bag. Liang Qiushi had already walked over, took the shopping bag, put it on the counter, and took out the contents one by one: "Thank you for your hard work."

Gu Congli said calmly: "It's okay."

"Teacher Shi Yi is completely disabled in life. If you don't care about her, she will only order takeout and cook instant noodles."

Gu Congli said nothing.

"I used to buy her some fruits and vegetables, but some time ago," Liang Qiushi paused and coughed twice, "I was a little busy, so I didn't come over much."

Gu Congli still remained silent.

"You don't know how desperate Teacher Shi Yi was every time the deadline passed. At that time, before you came, she could eat hotpot worth 400 yuan by herself." Liang Qiushi was obviously very happy today and talked more than usual.

More than a little bit.

Gu Congli finally raised his head and looked at him calmly.

Shi Yin's heart was in his throat.

Afraid of the next second, Gu Congli broke Liang Qiushi's wrist, dragged him and threw him out.

Three seconds later, Gu Congli withdrew his gaze indifferently, rolled up his sleeves, took out a kitchen knife, and took out a fish from another bag.

The fish was still alive, its gills were fluttering and its body was struggling and fluttering.

His pale and slender hands pressed the fish's body onto the chopping board. The cold sharp blade swiped across it, neatly disemboweling it and digging out its internal organs. Blood seeped out and spread on the wooden chopping board.

Liang Qiushi was silent for two seconds and sighed: "The editor-in-chief is good at his craftsmanship."

Shi Yin covered his eyes.

Gu Congli bought a lot of ingredients. The man stood in the kitchen with his back to the living room, handling various ingredients in an orderly manner. The fabric of his shirt stretched into neat folds on his waist and back with his movements, which looked pleasing to the eye.

Liang Qiushi helped for a while, but Gu Congli never said much, maybe just one or two words. After washing the vegetables, Liang Qiushi came out waving his hands and whispered to him: "Do you feel cold?"

Shi Yin withdrew the corner of his eye that secretly looked at Gu Congli, and pretended to be sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone: "It's December, do you still want to experience a room temperature with a body temperature above 25 degrees?"

"It's either this cold, it's that feeling of gloomy wind." Liang Qiushi gestured with a hand knife, raised it high, and scratched it from top to bottom, "Just now when editor Gu was handling the fish, I looked at him

When I opened the fish, I didn’t know why, but I suddenly felt a pain in my abdomen.”

Shi Yin: "..."

"Don't you think, that sharp sword wind makes me so nervous?"

Shi Yin's face was expressionless: "Are you making martial arts movies?"

Liang Qiushi said nothing.

The living room fell into an eerie silence. Only the sound of the kitchen faucet could be heard. Shi Yin once again secretly glanced at Gu Congli with his peripheral vision.

So he is here to cook?

Isn't he very busy recently?

Shi Yin thought again of the sandwich and the glass of cold milk this morning.

She turned sideways and asked Liang Qiushi, her voice low: "Did you make me a sandwich this morning?"

Liang Qiushi looked a little confused: "What kind of sandwich?"

"..."

Shi Yin pursed his lips and looked away: "It's nothing, I made a mistake."

It was her mistake.

No one has the key to her house except Liang Qiushi and Gu Congli. The former is because they have known each other for a long time and it is more convenient, while the latter... is inexplicable and has no idea why.

Because Liang Qiushi was already there when she fell asleep, Shi Yin subconsciously thought it was him.

She let out a long sigh.

Is he apologizing?

How can you be so coaxing...

Gu Congli acted very quickly, creating four dishes and one soup. The Spanish seafood risotto was even more beautiful than the ones in the restaurant. There was a generous portion of seafood, including mussels, shrimps, squid and yellow rice mixed together.

While eating, Liang Qiushi called from home and asked when he would be back.

Liang Qiushi had just finished eating, said hello to Shi Yin and Gu Congli, installed his computer and notebook, and was about to leave.

Shi Yin walked him to the door, Liang Qiushi got on the elevator, and the elevator door slowly closed.

Just as she was about to close the security door, she paused, lowered her eyes, suddenly raised her hand, waved at the empty door, smiled brightly, and said loudly: "Thank you for the sandwich this morning."

She closed the security door and walked back to the restaurant.

Gu Congli sat quietly at the dining table. He had probably finished eating and was looking at his phone.

There were only two of them left, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

When she sat down, he put down his phone and sat across from her, watching her eat.

The man's cold gaze fell on her lightly for a long time.

Five minutes later, Shi Yin couldn't bear it anymore, put down his chopsticks and raised his head.

The man's brown eyes were clear and he looked at her quietly.

Shi Yin said with a tense expression: "I'm full."

"Um."

"thanks for your dinnere."

"Um."

silence.

Gu Congli stood up and leaned over to pick up the plate.

Shi Yin moved quickly and held down the other end of the plate: "I'll be there later."

Gu Congli let go of his hands, covered his eyelashes, and stood by the dining table.

He was quiet and silent, looking a bit gloomy, as if he had gotten into some trouble and was standing nearby, not daring to approach the little kitten that came over.

I have never seen Gu Congli like this before,

Shi Yin softened, bit his lip, lowered his head, and said dullly: "Then what else can you do?"

Gu Congli said nothing.

After a long while: "No," he said lightly, "I'm leaving first."

That night, Shi Yin had another dream.

The avocado-smoked bacon sandwich sprouted arms and legs and jumped on her bed, singing a song he made up while dancing. The melody was like the SpongeBob SquarePants theme song and the lyrics were just one sentence -

"My master is Gu Congli~ My master is Gu Congli~"

When Shi Yin woke up, he subconsciously glanced at the bed, scanning from the head of the bed to the end of the bed. After making sure that he didn't see any sandwiches with limbs on them, he sat up in a daze.

After two days of cold war, she had a dream about Gu Congli.

Fortunately, today’s content is relatively pure and much easier to accept than yesterday’s.

Shi Yin wasn't sure if this was Gu Congli's too strong resentment. She rolled over and got off the ground. Just as she was about to go to the bathroom, she paused. She walked to the door, opened the bedroom door, and entered the kitchen.

There was a white porcelain pot on the table in the restaurant, with a heat-insulating mat underneath. Shi Yin opened the lid, and inside was the rotten preserved egg and lean meat porridge. It was cold and a little solid.

There is a sticky note next to it, which she often used before. She put it in the basket next to the refrigerator. The pink rabbit sticky note has strong fonts: [Remember to heat it up before drinking when it is cold - Gu Congli]

He wrote the word "Gu Congli" in a particularly large size, as if he was emphasizing or reminding her of something. The writing was sharp, beautiful and eye-catching.

Shi Yin burst out laughing with a "poof" sound.

She deliberately wanted to make him angry yesterday, thinking that he didn't have any reaction and just didn't care.
To be continued...