Feng Yanjun wore an apron and worked at home all afternoon. She cleaned up everything inside and outside the house, and the room was filled with a delicious smell. She saw that it was almost time, changed her clothes and went out to pick up the little greedy cat.
Feng Yanjun came many times, and both the security guard and the gatekeeper recognized him.
"Are you here to pick up Miss Xiaoru? The young man has good taste, and Xiaoru is a good girl."
The gatekeeper pointed to a chair in front of his duty room with a smile and motioned for him to sit down and wait.
"Ah?" Feng Yanjun pondered the meaning of these words and felt that it was necessary to make it clear.
"No, uncle, Xiaoru and I..."
Before he could explain clearly, Yang Xiaoru rushed out from the door, her footsteps light but extremely fast.
He hugged Feng Yanjun's arm as if no one else was around, raised his head half-way, his eyes were clear and full of joy.
"So on time! What a good baby, hehe~ Uncle, let's go, see you tomorrow!"
Yang Xiaoru took his arm very naturally and waved to the concierge with a smile.
Feng Yanjun was startled by her sudden intimacy, and her brain seemed to be electrified. After a moment of hesitation, she realized that this was wrong, and quietly pulled out her arm.
Yang Xiaoru smiled and didn't care about his actions, and the two continued to walk side by side.
"Are you really good at cooking? Can the food you cook be eaten?"
Being questioned suddenly, perhaps due to her rebellious mentality, made Feng Yan emotionally surge up in an instant, forgetting all the inappropriate things just now.
"Haha~ Don't tell me, I can't do anything else. Cooking is really my special skill. I started as a snack bar, do you know?"
"Tch~" She didn't believe it, glanced at him and said: "Didn't you say that your sister led you to open the snack bar? Didn't you say that your sister's cooking is delicious? Why has it become your specialty again?
Already?"
"Uh~ Then can the apprentices trained by my sister be any better?"
He had completely forgotten that this greedy little cat had almost wiped out all his money, and he couldn't hide anything from him.
Feng Yanjun's home was not far from here, and he didn't drive. The two of them chatted and laughed before arriving at Feng Yanjun's home.
"Wow! It smells so good!" Yang Xiaoru couldn't wait to inhale the aroma before the door was fully opened.
"That's right, you don't want to see who did it. I'm not lying to you, right? Come in, little greedy cat."
Feng Yanjun opened the door and made a gentlemanly invitation gesture. Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaoru actually put her arm on his arm, raised her neck, and strode into the door proudly and gracefully like a princess on inspection.
Although Feng Yanjun was slightly shocked, he knew her well and could remain elegant for at most one minute.
Sure enough, as soon as I entered the door, I felt like a cat that had seen a fishy smell and walked into the kitchen after smelling the smell.
"Where's the bowl? Bring me a bowl quickly."
Feng Yanjun followed behind and laughed wantonly. Look at this. If you don't give me something to eat, I will be jealous of you every minute.
"Wait outside. I'll heat up the soup and stir-fry some green vegetables. It'll be on the table in three minutes."
Feng Yanjun pushed her out of the kitchen, not caring about the reluctance in her eyes. Of course, the reluctance was towards the pot of mutton soup.
"There are fruits on the table. They have all been washed. Please stay outside and are not allowed to enter the kitchen."
He was afraid that she wouldn't be able to wait any longer and would just serve the pot.
Yang Xiaoru was locked out, curled her lips, looked at the dining table reluctantly, and moved her eyes from the fruits to the decoration in the room.
In fact, this house has no decoration at all. This building was originally extremely old. Although the walls have been repainted, it still cannot cover up the atmosphere of time.
The house is not big, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The layout must have been changed in the past two years.
The furniture in the house is very simple and clean, and it doesn't look like a place where a boy lives.
Or......
Did he deliberately clean up before she came?
Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoru couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, her eyes filled with soft light.
"Here comes the soup~" Feng Yanjun opened the kitchen door and brought out the casserole together with it.
Yang Xiaoru stood still, not because she wanted to show off her status as a guest, but mainly because she never had to do this at home.
Soon Feng Yanjun brought out another plate of stir-fried pork, a plate of vegetables, and the dishes and chopsticks were set before looking at Yang Xiaoru who was looking at him quietly with a smile.
"What are you doing standing around? Wash your hands and eat."
"Okay." Yang Xiaoru's tone was filled with joy, and her eyes were getting brighter and brighter.
"Really, it's really delicious!" Yang Xiaoru ate two pieces of meat in a row, patting her belly and praising it, but she didn't dare to take another bite.
Feng Yanjun served her another bowl of soup and said angrily: "If it's delicious, just eat more. What are you afraid of?"
I just ate a little bit and still said it was delicious. Isn’t it fake?
"I really can't eat anymore. If I eat too much, I won't be able to dance tomorrow."
Yang Xiaoru was a little frustrated. It wasn't that she didn't want to eat. A dancer like her had very high weight requirements, so she couldn't indulge herself.
"Can't dance? Aren't you a drama actor? What do you want to dance?"
To be honest, he still hasn't recognized which character she plays in it.
"Hey... I am a dancer. In that drama, I only played a small guest role, without even having any lines."
"Oh, I never heard you say that. I thought you were a drama actor."
Yang Xiaoru felt a little disappointed. She originally thought he would ask a few more questions, but just like this...
It's okay, she has already noticed that this guy doesn't have a high emotional intelligence, so take your time.
Feng Yanjun didn't have a TV here, only a radio for listening to the news in the morning. After dinner, he was embarrassed to entertain Yang Xiaoru.
Yang Xiaoru didn't feel uncomfortable sitting on the sofa. She was just like at home, leaning on the backrest and looking at Feng Yanjun wildly.
Feng Yanjun put the fruit on the coffee table, met her eyes and smiled.
"What are you looking at? Are you attracted by my handsomeness?"
"Well, men who can cook are the most handsome!"
Feng Yanjun originally thought that she would be shy at least, but she didn't expect that she would answer him so straightforwardly and boldly.
My body trembled, and I suddenly wanted to teach this girl a lesson to see if she would dare to go home with a man casually in the future.
He turned around and approached her, placing his hands on the backrest she was leaning on. Their heads were only half an arm's length apart, and he was still getting closer.
Yang Xiaoru stared blankly at the face that was slowly approaching, and even clearly saw the scar on his forehead that was covered by broken hair.
Feng Yanjun thought this had frightened her, and was about to give up when she was ready, when Yang Xiaoru suddenly came up and kissed him on the lips.
It's cool, a little too soft, and even has a sweet taste...
Feng Yanjun's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her body suddenly stood up stiffly, and her breathing became rapid.
"You...I...are not, you..."
It’s chaos, it’s all chaos!
Her heart was confused, her mind was even more confused, and her whole body was in chaos. Feng Yanjun grabbed her hair with one hand and did not dare to look directly at Yang Xiaoru.
With a somewhat triumphant smile, Yang Xiaoru pointed to the seat next to her and said, "Sit down and think about it slowly, and then talk about it after you think about it."
You little brat, you still want to scare me, but I can’t scare you to death! Huh~