However, soon there was a sound that broke Qiao Ansheng's stalemate. In the deadly silent space, her stomach screamed loudly.

"Guru..."

Qiao Ansheng's stomach screamed, and it was so loud that it was like a firecracker, exploding in front of the two of them.

Qin Yanchen and Qiao Ansheng were both stunned.

Qiao Ansheng looked down at himself singing an empty city plan with a subtle expression, flattened his stomach and swallowed.

Almost forgot.

When she left Qiao's house just now, she had no food to eat, so she started arguing with Qiao Mengxi, and then ran out directly.

The cold wind was blowing outside again, and the energy in the body had long been decomposed to resist the cold, but I was just thinking about Qin Yanchen along the way.

I had a beautiful meal, but I forgot to eat.

Poor to her belly, it is not easy to carry it until now.

Although Qiao Ansheng was careless, in this atmosphere, his belly sang an empty city plan, which was simply awkward and embarrassing.

Thin red spread from the ears to the cheeks.

Qiao Ansheng coughed lightly, as if he wanted to pick up his barely dignified dignity. His dark and thick eyelashes flashed: "I'm sorry, my stomach is a little... a little uncomfortable..."

Qin Yanchen listened to her embarrassed tone, his little face wrinkled in distress. He couldn't help it for a moment and laughed softly.

When Qiao Ansheng heard the laughter, he immediately stared at him with a fierce tone and threatened with a bluff: "What are you laughing at! Don't laugh!"

When she was angry, the tone that naturally appeared began to become charming, and she actually looked like she was acting cute only to her boyfriend.

Qin Yanchen pursed his lips to stop his smile, and tried hard to tighten his face. Mo black eyes narrowed slightly, with a gentle look: "No smile."

Qiao Ansheng snorted a big voice and blurted out his tone, only to feel that his attitude just now was a little wrong and too ambiguous, it didn't look like the attitude she would show on weekdays.

I don’t know when she started to bring herself into the role of the other party’s girlfriend.

This perception made Qiao Ansheng pinch his wrist very uncomfortable, and his eyes twitched slightly. Although his face quickly picked up his coquettish look, his mouth still pouted unconsciously.

Qin Yanchen saw her pouting bright red lips and wearing a baby fat look under the scarf, so cute that he wanted to reach out to touch her.

But she was afraid of causing her disgust, so she just clenched her raised hand into a fist, pressed it against her lips and coughed.

He looked up at the time, rolled up his sleeves, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Qiao Ansheng sat in the living room and saw him leaving without saying a word, his eyes unconsciously followed him.

With the light, Qin Yanchen turned on the kitchen light, turned on the refrigerator, took out a few items from it, and walked into the interior.

He, he doesn't want to cook, right?

The idea that made people almost bite their tongues in Qiao Ansheng's mind was a little unbelievable, and she covered her mouth in surprise.

Until a few minutes later, she first heard the sound of a knife chopping on the chopping board, and then the sound of a range hood buzzing and working in the kitchen sounded again.

When she heard this, she suddenly became so shocked that she widened her eyes, stretched her neck, and looked at the kitchen.

At first glance, Qin Yanchen was standing sideways on the cleaning table in the kitchen next to him.

His eyebrows and eyes drooped, he held a white porcelain bowl in his hand, and held a pair of chopsticks in his other hand, rolled up his cuffs, revealing his strong and strong arms.

Stir the eggs in the bowl calmly.

Next to him was a white chopping board with a few tomatoes on it.

Seeing that he was not very skillful in his posture, Qiao Ansheng felt that he was dreaming. She held her forehead and kept muttering: "I am dreaming, right? I am dreaming..."

The people in the kitchen ignored the surprise of the people outside and were still doing what they were at hand.

Qiao Ansheng silently recited a few words before looking over.

Qin Yanchen was still in the kitchen, his eyebrows and eyes were drooping, his eyelashes looked almost clear from the side, and his nose bridge seemed to be shimmering. The broken hair on his forehead was shaking slightly with his movements.

Qin Yanchen is really too unfamiliar with fireworks. Qiao Ansheng saw him standing in front of the chopping board, and he still pinched his face again incredulously.

Does Qin Yanchen know how to cook?

And it's still something to do for her?

Qiao Ansheng was a little dazed. She didn't know if this matter would be spread, if she could still appear safely on the campus of Nanjing University tomorrow.

After all, Qin Yanchen's huge fan base will definitely not tolerate the male gods in their minds being infected with the mortal spirit.

Qiao Ansheng subconsciously wanted to take out his mobile phone to take a photo as a souvenir, but he didn't hold the phone firmly and hit her in the foot.

After the pain and hot oil from the feet boiled, the crackling sound of the explosion in the pot really shocked Qiao Ansheng.

A familiar smell of food began to float out of the kitchen, and everything once again confirmed that Qiao Ansheng was not dreaming.

The dream lover of thousands of girls in Nanda, who are tall and above, is indeed washing her hands and making spoons for her in the kitchen.

It was too quiet at night, and every move in the kitchen was amplified. Qiao Ansheng could even hear the bubbles floating on the water surface when the pot was opened.

This sound was so healing, and her heart swelled up like a puff in the oven.

She couldn't help but get up in a daze and looked at Qin Yanchen's back in the kitchen.

The range hood was buzzing, and the unique fragrance that came from the tomatoes when they were stir-fried, and the heat rising from the kitchen suddenly evoked the dim and gentle memories of her childhood.

Other people's children should be very familiar with such a situation.

But for Qiao Ansheng, it was a few memories.

Tang Qing is too busy, the company has a lot of things to do, and there are few opportunities to cook. Although Qiao Mingdong sometimes cooks, he always asks Tang Qing for help.

When I used it to coax Tang Qing, I cooked and cooked for Tang Qing.

Sometimes Qiao Ansheng is jealous and wants to touch him, but he will be scolded by Qiao Mingdong for a long time.

Over time, Qiao Ansheng has become accustomed to her parents to neglect her in daily life. Other children can bring delicious meals made by their parents, and the nanny she brings always prepared for her.
Chapter completed!