Xia Mengying restrained the grief surging in her heart and did not cry. She closed her eyes and leaned quietly in Ning Ziqian's arms. At this time, what she needed most was such a shoulder to rely on, and she didn't know it.
How long did it take until her hungry stomach let out a cry of protest? Xia Mengying finally moved her paralyzed body, pushed Ning Ziqian away in embarrassment, and quickly stood up from the ground.
"Well, I'll prepare breakfast."
Before Ning Ziqian could respond, Xia Mengying ran towards the kitchen in a panic. Ning Ziqian looked up and in a hurry, all he saw was Xia Mengying's cheeks were flushed. He stood up from the ground with a smile, stroking
My chest, where she had just leaned on it, was still warm, warm and full.
Ning Ziqian rarely goes into the kitchen, and there are hourly workers who clean the house regularly, so the kitchen is very clean and tidy, especially the utensils, which can be used as mirrors if they are polished.
Although there are many servants in the Xia family, since Ye Qiuju came to the house, in order to make things difficult for Fang Jingyi, she insisted on making her prepare three meals a day. Seeing Fang Jingyi's hard work, she often went to the kitchen to help.
In the past, Xia Dahai had a lot of social activities. Whenever he came home, Fang Jingyi would prepare a large table of his favorite home-cooked dishes. Xia Dahai often praised Fang Jingyi for her good cooking skills and enjoyed the meal very much. It was really a harmonious time at that time.
Even if Ye Qiuju choked, she still felt warm.
For Xia Mengying, she feels that it is an extremely happy thing to cook for someone she likes. She likes cooking very much, and occasionally studies new dishes with Fang Jingyi.
Ning Ziqian walked to the door of the kitchen. There was boiling water on the stove. Xia Mengying stood aside and cut the ham he had just taken out of the refrigerator into slices. His movements were very neat. When Ning Ziqian saw this, he felt relieved and went to the bedroom.
He took off his clothes and went into the bathroom. He had just treated Xia Mengying's wounds, and now he smelled of essential oil all over his body.
As soon as Ning Ziqian came out of the bathroom, he smelled the strong fragrance wafting from the direction of the kitchen. He walked over without thinking. The door to the kitchen was half open, and the kitchen was filled with smoke, just like the early morning in the forest in late autumn.
, the air was filled with white water vapor, and only Xia Mengying's blurry back could be seen vaguely.
Xia Mengying was sensitively aware that someone seemed to be watching her from behind. She turned around and saw Ning Ziqian standing at the door. He must have just taken a shower and changed his clothes. The pure white shirt made him look better.
Extraordinarily handsome, he put one hand in his trouser pocket and stood like that, a bit more casual, like a white lotus blooming quietly, clean and dusty.
“The noodles will be ready soon.”
It wasn't until the boiling water in the pot splashed on the back of her hand that Xia Mengying came back to her senses from Ning Ziqian's beauty.
"Ning Ziqian, do you eat eggs and ham?"
"I'm not picky about food."
Xia Mengying thought for a while, even if Ning Ziqian was a picky eater, he should still eat eggs and ham, otherwise why would he buy them and put them in the refrigerator?
"Are you heavy or light?"
Xia Mengying turned around and gently stirred the domestic noodles with chopsticks. She leaned back and looked at Ning Ziqian and asked. Before Ning Ziqian could answer, she had already turned away and said, "It's still light."
Well, your mouth is already like that, you can’t even speak harshly."
Xia Mengying looked at Xia Mengying's back, the corners of her cool mouth raised a little bit, and then she laughed out loud, and the cold brows and eyes on Junyan's face gained a bit of soft warmth.
Xia Mengying turned on the fire on the other side of the stove, poured in oil, poured the cut ham into the pot and stir-fried, "The kitchen smells of oil smoke. Just close the door and go out and wait for me. I'll be fine soon."
, I’ll call you later, cough!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Mengying choked and coughed out.
Ning Ziqian followed the instructions and closed the kitchen door, but did not close it completely. He stood in a corner against the wall and looked at Xia Mengying's busy figure through the slightly open gap. Her long black hair was scattered around his dark gray hair.
On his shirt, Ning Ziqian felt a very strange feeling in his heart. He didn't know how to explain his mood. His heart seemed to be tense for a moment, and then quickly calmed down, as if there was a trickle.
Flow, warmth and comfort spread throughout the body.
It turns out that this is how it feels to quietly watch others busy in the kitchen, which is so beautiful and warm that makes people's hearts beat.
"Your mouth is injured, so you can't eat food that is too hot. I filtered the noodles with cold water, so it won't hurt the wound. As for the egg soup, you can wait until it cools down a bit before drinking it."
Xia Mengying originally wanted to make fried eggs, but after thinking about it, she found that it was too dry and would cause irritation, so she made egg soup and ate it with noodles.
"I made it with great care. I don't know if it suits your taste, so just make do with it."
In the past few years, she has been helping Fang Jingyi in the kitchen. Last year for Fang Jingyi’s birthday, she cooked a large table of food by herself. Xia Mengying is still very confident in her cooking skills, but the ingredients at Ning Ziqian’s home
Limited, and because his mouth was injured, he didn’t put any chili pepper in his noodles. Her taste is relatively strong, she especially likes spicy food, so she is not very confident in such a bland food.
"looks good."
Ning Ziqian looked at Xia Mengying and smiled, took a taste, and then nodded, "It tastes very good." It can make people feel the taste of care.
Xia Mengying breathed a sigh of relief, "It would be more delicious if there was my mother's homemade sesame sauce."
In the past, if she ate noodles at home, she would definitely add the sesame sauce made by Fang Jingyi. Every time she smelled it, she felt very appetizing.
"The soup tastes delicious too. I didn't expect your cooking skills to be quite good."
He didn't expect Xia Mengying to cook. She said before that she would do it herself, so he was still worried.
"Thank you for the compliment." Xia Mengying responded matter-of-factly. She didn't move her chopsticks, but watched Ning Ziqian eat. After a long while, she sighed thoughtfully, "Ning Ziqian, you are so lucky."
"Um?"
Ning Ziqian raised his head and looked at Xia Mengying leisurely.
"If you were born in the era of big pot rice, you would definitely starve to death."
This slow and leisurely movement is very pleasing to the eye, but in the era of collective economy, it would be difficult to grab a meal, let alone eat.
"Just put the bowls and chopsticks on the table."
Ning Ziqian saw Xia Mengying get up and put away the dishes and said.
"Are you going to clean it up?"
Xia Mengying asked with a smile, Ning Ziqian was speechless, and Xia Mengying laughed out loud.
After washing the dishes, wiping the table, and tidying up the kitchen, it took Xia Mengying about half an hour to restore everything to its original state, and then went straight to the bathroom to change clothes.
Ning Ziqian, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at Xia Mengying who had changed clothes and came out of the bathroom. Her eyebrows were slightly raised.
Ning Ziqian, thank you very much, I'm going back."
"I send you."
"No need." Xia Mengying picked up her backpack that was placed on the corner of the sofa and said seriously, "Just pretend that nothing happened last night. Even if we meet in the future, we should treat me as strangers and don't say hello. I'd rather
Ziqian, I don’t want to get too close to you.”
It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't dare.