To The Lovely You

  Luo Xiaomei's hand froze in the air: thinking of her fame, she sold herself for a bowl of fish soup!

   She knew that Ke Jingheng would not be so kind to make soup for her, it was all premeditated!

   That’s all, anyway, drinking one bowl is his girlfriend, and drinking two bowls is also his girlfriend, so why doesn’t she just drink more!

   Besides, for a foodie like her, having a boyfriend who can cook seems pretty good too...

   So, she handed him the empty bowl again: "Another bowl, a full one."

   "You haven't answered my question yet!" Ke Jingheng looked at the bowl she handed over, motionless.

   "Do you have to say something so clearly?" Luo Xiaomei gave him a shy and timid look.

   "Well, I said I'm stupid, I have to make it clear and understand, so I can feel at ease." Ke Jingheng continued to look at her with honest eyes.

   "Okay! Hurry up and give me the fish soup!" Luo Xiaomei quickly finished this series of words, then turned her head, a little embarrassed to look at him.

   Alas, the confessions in the TV series are obviously so romantic. She was actually sitting at the dining table with an empty bowl in her hand...

   "You speak too fast, I can't hear you clearly." Ke Jingheng remained motionless, "Say it again."

   "Ke Jingheng...you bastard!" Luo Xiaomei stood up suddenly, stretched out both hands and squeezed his cheeks, "I...promise to be your girlfriend..."

   Ke Jingheng took her hand and squeezed it in the palm of his hand, smiling like a child who got a beloved treasure. He waited for this sentence, but he waited for more than ten years!

   Before he was happy, Luo Xiaomei had put the empty bowl in front of him: "Fish soup."

   "Okay, drink as much as you want." Ke Jingheng stood up and filled her a full bowl.

   Immediately afterwards, Luo Xiaomei drank the third and fourth bowls...

She touched her stomach contentedly, and just as she was about to say something, Ke Jingheng, who had been looking at her, suddenly said quietly, "Xiaomei, there is one thing I haven't reminded you of - the bowl and spoon you use for soup. , I just used it."

   So, it means indirect kissing?

  Luo Xiaomei's face turned red, she lowered her head and did not speak, her eyes were shy.

   Ke Jingheng looked at her with affectionate eyes, with smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows.

   A loud mezzo-soprano broke the romance of this moment. It was very beautiful. Hou Xiaoting came to the kitchen looking for the fragrance: "Wow, it smells so good!"

   As she spoke, she lifted the lid of the pot. Seeing that there was only less than half a pot of fish soup, she was angry in her heart: "Luo Xiaomei, Ke Jingheng! How can you two be like this! You are embarrassed to leave this for us?"

   It was time for dinner, and everyone came out of the room one after another. The fish soup made by Ke Jingheng was unanimously affirmed and was robbed by everyone.

   It's just that those people stopped recognizing people after eating, and threw a bunch of pots and bowls to Ke Jingheng and Luo Xiaomei, euphemistically - let them get along alone.

   Ke Jingheng was naturally reluctant to let Luo Xiaomei do it, and was busy in the kitchen alone.

"Cooking skills are good. In the future, I must raise my sister to be white and fat. You do all the housework, don't make my sister work too hard." Luo Yujun quietly walked behind him and patted his shoulder, The conversation quickly changed, "But I warn you in advance, don't think about some bad things tonight."

After   , he put his hands in his trouser pockets and left gracefully.

  Luo Xiaomei curiously stepped forward and took Ke Jingheng's hand: "What did my brother say to you just now?"

   "Nothing..." Ke Jingheng's eyes flashed, and he turned back to lock her eyes firmly, "You promised me, tonight...don't forget the reward."