Originally, Qin Guanglin always felt that his physique would not be able to gain weight. He had always had a good appetite since he was a child, so he still looked so well-proportioned?

Now he is a little lacking in confidence.

Teacher He’s cooking is so delicious. It’s not the kind of fragrance made by a senior chef, but the feeling that it can’t be described... Every time I eat without realizing it, I can’t eat it.

"Why are you so delicious to cook?" Qin Guanglin sighed with a piece of ribs in his arms.

I used to think that I was picky about food, but I didn’t like eating meat and only liked to eat vegetarian food. Now let’s see, what is called picky about food?

It's clearly picking people.

Tsk, it smells so good.

“Eat more if you taste good.”

Why not pick up your own bowl and put half of the leftover rice into his bowl, "eat all."

"You can eat the rest in the evening."

“Make new ones tonight.”

"Okay." Although Qin Guanglin didn't mind eating leftovers at night, it would be better to eat new ones.

He lowered his head and ate the rice for a few bites. He looked at it while chewing. Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration, "I know why it tastes so delicious!"

"Why?" Why put your hands on your chin and watch him eat.

“Because you did it.”

"Come on, I'm not tired of flattering every day."

"It's not flattery, it's scientific principles." Qin Guanglin explained seriously, "Look, this rib is delicious..." He picked up a piece for him to see, then threw it into his mouth and tasted it carefully.

"No, of course it's delicious."

"I didn't finish it."

Qin Guanglin spit out the bones and swallowed the meat before continuing: "Although it is delicious, it is just generally delicious. If it were usually not as delicious as it is..."

"Where are you a tongue twister? Hurry up and finish the meal." Why bother to be too lazy to pay attention to him.

Delicious is delicious, but there are so many twists and turns. The only answer is that if you make too much, it will naturally taste delicious.

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore." Qin Guanglin thought for a while, not planning to tell her his scientific basis.

From the beginning of preparing ingredients until the rice is cooked, he stayed by the side, watching how to be busy, whether it was the apron on her body or the sweat beads on her forehead, it was adding flavor to the lunch.

This is a psychological effect, but you can truly feel the taste. If you have to use a word to describe it, it should be called "happiness".

Yes, this 'happiness' is more like a seasoning than a feeling.

If you don’t have these and just order a large table of takeaways, even if the takeaway tastes exactly the same as the dishes you eat now, it will taste much worse.

"I love you." Qin Guanglin suddenly confessed his love while holding the bowl, and he had not swallowed the rice.

"No, you love the dishes I cook." Why not look at him with your chin on your back, "Or why would you say it after you're almost finished?"

“…I will continue to talk after the meal.”

He pursed his lips and looked elsewhere, laughed secretly for a few seconds before turning back, looking at him with a serious face, "Eat quickly."

This is the benefit of passionate love. Maybe you will confess your love suddenly at any time, which will make people both surprised and satisfied.

It’s not like this that old couples and married women, they’re just a big deal.

After finishing the half bowl of rice that I turned over, and cleaning the remaining ribs and okra, Qin Guanglin touched his stomach and collapsed on the sofa, without any intention of moving.

"Ah~ so full." He pulled her over and held her hand on her stomach, "Would you like to touch her, isn't it so round?"

"Well, it's the same as being pregnant."

"Don't poke, it's broken." Qin Guanglin complained, pulled her hand away, "I won't touch it."

"Okay, sit down, I'll go wash the dishes."

Why bother to smile and touch his belly again, stand up and pack up the dishes and carry them to the kitchen, turn on the faucet to rinse.

At first, the two agreed that she would cook and he would come to wash dishes. Later, Qin Guanglin was overeating every time, so why not let him move again?

Anyway, it’s the same for everyone to do this, so there’s no need to worry about it.

Qin Guanglin leaned on the sofa and touched his belly, turned his head and looked at her busy back in the kitchen, and shouted softly: "Teacher He."

"what?"

"I love you."

“…”

He looked proud, "I can't say that I love the dishes you cook now, right?"

"Go, virtue."

He Dian sneered, and then couldn't help laughing, "Okay, I understand, stop talking."

"It's good that you know." Qin Guanglin smiled and took the book next to him and opened it casually. "You said what name should the baby in my belly be named if he was born? Will it be a little taller with this Yi Scripture?"

"Sir, come down and talk about it."

"It's too late to get it after birth. Now I'll get one for him... Tsk, I don't know if I'm going to take one for boys and girls, men and women." He opened the book and read it twice, but couldn't understand it at all, so he had to let it go, "No, I can't get it, I have to rely on you."

"You will make a fuck and stay well for the baby."

"Yeah, leave it to you."

Qin Guanglin patted his stomach, as if there was really a child inside, and then picked up the book and chanted, "I'll teach him early. Didn't you say that it's all the truth? You will definitely be smarter when you are born in the future, and you will be smarter than you." He casually opened a page and cleared his throat and recited, "Previously, raising the horns, Weiyu... I don't know this word. Li, Ji, Wuji, Zhenren... What's this?"

I know all the words, but I can’t understand them when I combine them.

"Let's read this novel." Why bother to bother with him, it would be strange if a stinky painter could understand it.

She can't even understand.

"Your teacher is so bad. You are using this thing to make things difficult for you in your sophomore year." Qin Guanglin tskated and threw the book aside and didn't want to touch it again. "What's the reason here? Did you see it at that time?"

"There are so many, everyone can see differently."

“What about?”

"Life is endless, struggle is endless."

"That's it?" Qin Guanglin almost laughed out loud, "I know too."

"This is the summary of Zhou Nan's original summary. He wrote several pages on paper, and there are tens of thousands of words in the whole article." Why not curl your lips, "Don't underestimate us literary students. You can tell you a flower in a word."

"What about yours?"

Qin Guanglin didn't want to know how many words her roommate wrote, "You are so smart, what reason do you find out from it?"

"In his position, plan his politics."

"Didn't this say that? I remember the ancient Chinese..."

"What Confucius said is not in his position, and not in his position." Why laughed, "What I said is in his position, and to in his position."

"How to plan? Do you still want to be an official?"

"What kind of official is this philosophy of life."

After washing the plate, she wiped the stove with a rag, wiped her hands clean, and sat on the sofa, and opened the book, "Teacher He will give you a lecture today. Look at the ninth day of the 19th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9th day of the 9

"Don't, say something I can understand." Qin Guanglin looked confused, "Why are you still related to good and bad luck? Didn't you say that this thing can't tell fortunes?"

"Good and bad luck are just a symbol, not fortune telling, you are so stupid." Why not click on his forehead, "Okay, you can't understand it even if it's too complicated. This is still part of my graduation thesis. Simply put, the meaning here is to recognize your own position, understand your own position, and then do what you should do, that's it."

"Then what?"

"No, this is to do political work in his position. For example, when I was a student, what I should do was study hard; when I graduated, I should teach my students well; when I was a good wife at home... No, be a good daughter, do what my daughter should do; when I am with you, be a girlfriend, do what my girlfriend should do, so that everything will be fine."

Why don't you smile and tilt his cheek, "Do you understand?"

"You just wanted to be a good wife?" Qin Guanglin keenly grasped the point.

"You haven't married me yet, how can you be me?" She smiled unchanged and tapped Qin Guanglin's lips with her fingers, "You must do what your boyfriend should do."

“What should I do?”
Chapter completed!