To The Lovely You

   "What are you thinking, your face is so red." Ke Jingheng squeezed her face while holding her hand and walking upstairs.

   "No! Nothing!" Luo Xiaomei came back to her senses and smiled at him.

   Now she suddenly felt that in fact, the group of bad friends were fine when they were there. Because... when it's just him and her in the whole room, it seems a little uncomfortable no matter what you do.

   In the air, there seems to be something hidden, just waiting for the moment to come - it will be triggered. The feeling made her tremble.

   They are still young, so what He Chaoran said shouldn't happen...

   "Whatever you want to eat at night, I'll make it for you." Ke Jingheng didn't know her thoughts, opened the door of the refrigerator and started preparing dinner.

  Luo Xiaomei suddenly suggested on a whim: "I'll do it tonight! Come and fight me!"

   Occasionally be a virtuous little woman, that is also a must.

   Ke Jingheng's hand froze in midair, and three black lines appeared on his forehead: "Are you sure?"

  Luo Xiaomei nodded firmly and carefully checked the "Go to the Kitchen" app, which actually allowed her to make a sumptuous and nutritious dinner.

   Of course, it looks – it’s hearty, as for how it tastes… can’t ask for too much.

   Ke Jingheng glanced at her in disbelief after seeing the food on this table: "You made it?"

"Well." Luo Xiaomei took off her apron, put another bowl of pig's trotter soup in front of him, and said triumphantly, "This is the soup I made specially, I don't know how it tastes... It is said that It can nourish your body! You've been driving too hard these days, your feet must be sore? Drink more."

   Ke Jingheng's hand trembled slightly: pig's trotter soup, tonic? Complement form?

   He took a sip of the soup with some flattery: "Well, it tastes good..."

   Of course, this is not bad compared to the previous her.

  Luo Xiaomei immediately took another piece of steamed fish into his bowl: "Eat more fish!"

   She kept serving him food until his bowl was piled high as a mountain of food. Across the pile of dishes, Ke Jingheng took a deep look at her, and a warm current surged in his heart.

   He has been silently paying for her, not expecting to get the same return from her. As long as she occasionally acts of kindness, or gives him a kiss, it is enough.

  Rarely, Luo Xiaomei didn't move his chopsticks much. He just looked at him with his chin on his back, and kept urging: "This, eat more of this. What about that, why haven't I seen you eat?"

   "Well, am I eating?" Ke Jingheng's mouth couldn't help but lift slightly.

   She blinked her big eyes and looked at him moment by moment: "Do you think that my cooking skills have improved a lot?"

   "Well, not bad." Ke Jingheng said vaguely while chewing the food in his mouth.

   "What, is it just good?" Luo Xiaomei pouted in dissatisfaction. What she hates most on weekdays is the word "not bad"... For her, it's almost like "good".

   Looking at her puffed-up look, Ke Jingheng couldn't help but chuckle: "Very good! There is no better, only the best!"

   "Really? Then you can eat more." Luo Xiaomei's big eyes lit up immediately, and she gave him a few pieces of sweet and sour tenderloin.

   Looking at him chewing slowly, her eyes seemed to have been set with a diffuser, becoming more and more hazy.

   It turns out that watching the person you like eat the food you cook is such a happy thing...