Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

A Yao exhaled slowly, calming herself down.

"Hot meat, sweet and sour pork ribs, pickled cabbage fish, sweet and sour spice, and then with two kinds of seasonal vegetables and a West Lake beef soup, what do you think of sister Qing'er?" he said with a smile.

"No problem!" Qing'er began to drool after listening to his registration. She was excited to look for the ingredients she needed from the paper bag. "Speak, what needs to be done? I'll fight for you."

"It's still early, and it's too late to prepare in two hours." A Yao squatted down, "Sister Qing'er, go rest, I'll come."

Qing'er was also polite, clapping his hands and saying, "Then I'll prepare you to drink."

Qing'er lived in a relatively high-end apartment nearby. The living room was large, but it didn't feel spacious at all, because there were so many things that were too messy. The main reason was that she usually stayed in the apartment for a short time. It's just a place to sleep, so Qing'er has no intention to clean up, anyway she can always find what she wants.

For example, at this time, she found a bottle of honey and lemon slices in the large pile of bottles and jars in the cabinet, and then soaked two glasses of lemonade. When A Yao returned to her home, she came to the living room to welcome Not only is the bright smile of Qinger's sister, but also a cup of Huang Chengcheng's drink.

The young man's dark eyes showed a very gentle affection, he reached over and took it, smiling slightly: "Thank you, sister Qing'er."

"You're welcome. I should have taken care of you, but it seems that you can do more than me." Qinger sighed from the heart.

"It's all taught by Sister Qing'er." A Yao smiled and took a sip of her cup.

Then the expression on his face froze.

Qinger was surprised: "What's wrong?"

A Yao swallowed the water in her mouth hard, then raised her eyebrows and asked her: "Sister Qing'er, the lemon slices inside aren't they fresh?"

"Uh... no, it's the dried lemons I bought online." She also took a sip of her own, with some doubts, "Nothing."

A Yao gave her a deep, deep look at her, her eyes full of regret and pity.

Qing'er looked at the cold hair upright: "What's wrong?"

"Sister Qing'er, have you come here in the past few years?" The young man sighed. "Why didn't Uncle Ji and Aunt Ye simply send someone to take care of you personally?"

A person's study life abroad seems to have greatly exercised her adaptability. In the past, the water soaked in this lemon slice would not even look at it.

"It's too exaggerated to take care of yourself." Qinger sneered. "I'm not so spoiled..."

Seriously, when she first came here, her father loved her and really had this plan, but she refused. She's such a big person. If you still need someone to take care of you, it would be too embarrassing...

A Yao wrinkled her eyebrow again, and he grabbed the cup from her hand: "Don't drink it. I remember I just bought fresh lemons. You will wait for me for a while."

He turned and went to the kitchen.

Qing'er couldn't help scratching his chin, thinking that in these few years when they had no contact, what skill did this kid have evolved...

Huh, isn't it all fake?

However, ten minutes later, when A Yao handed her the freshly brewed lemonade, and she took a sip of her suspicion, she burst into tears.