Please Answer 2020

Chapter 344
The next day, the weekend.

Busy is busy, but you need to rest, and no one can deprive you of a serious weekend.

In this respect, it is indeed beyond reproach.

"where?"

Cheng Qian'an got up early that day, but had a good night's sleep, sleeping until he woke up naturally.

Get up slowly, take a bath slowly, turn on the stereo, play a piece of brisk pure music, and give Cheng Gan'an, who has been troubled by many things recently, a good respite.

Once this weekend is over, a lot of things will come to him.

Next week when Lin Nayeon returns to China, his girlfriend whom he hasn't seen for a long time returns to his arms.

The recorded song was also officially released.

Bubble software will also officially face the market and start testing the waters.

Cheng Qian'an was in a light mood, just at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

No need to think about it, he also knew it was Liu Zhimin.

"Oh? Why are you still carrying things here? How embarrassing."

Cheng Qian'an was brushing his teeth, and his speech was a little slurred. Seeing her coming in with something, he said cheekily.

Liu Zhimin was wearing home clothes, loose and light, no makeup was applied on his face, just a lipstick, looking pure and refined.

Yoo Jimin in his pre-debut period had baby fat on his face at this time, and he walked in a pure style. The debut planning team is also positioned as a pure line, focusing on rap.

"I thought oppa might not have had breakfast, so I brought it here."

Liu Zhimin put the food box on the table, took out the plates one by one, and divided them up.

"Too polite."

Cheng Qian'an was not polite at all when he said that, he stood beside her and stretched his head to look at her.

Sandwiches, seaweed soup, kimchi.

However, Korean food is deeply influenced by the West and has become more Westernized in recent years.

Western-style diets are appearing more and more.

Most of the classic Korean food restaurants are run by old people, and there are fewer and fewer young shopkeepers. Most of them are flocking to Western-style fast food restaurants such as fried chicken and burgers.

This is a big trend.

But it seems Yoo Jimin's parents are still used to eating Korean food in the morning.

Cheng Qian'an quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth, and sat down at the dining table, ready to eat.

"You can tell me what oppa wants to eat, and I will prepare it next time."

Liu Zhimin looked at him snoring, eating and drinking soup, and said caringly on the side.

"That's what you do?"

Cheng Qian'an asked a casual question, and she was speechless all of a sudden.

She doesn't touch Yang Chunshui with her ten fingers, how can she cook, of course her mother does it.

"Of course not. My even mother cooks. I don't know how to cook."

Cheng Qian'an glanced at her, and the meaning in that look was obviously that what you said was as if you were cooking by yourself.

"It's normal to not know how to cook. Few of the girls around me can cook. There are even more boys who can cook than girls."

Cheng Qian'an spoke logically, making judgments based on the phenomena around him.

"How about oppa, can you cook?"

Liu Zhimin asked him curiously.

"Of course I will. Remember when I moved here, I sent food to your family?"

What Cheng Qian'an said was taken for granted. In his opinion, cooking is not difficult, nor is it simple.

There are many ways to save effort and do it well, it just depends on whether one is willing to spend a little thought.

"Spicy?"

Hearing him say this, Liu Zhimin blinked his big watery eyes, and a word popped out of his mouth.

"That's right, I made it myself, it's delicious."

Cheng Qian'an raised his eyebrows and nodded with a self-confident expression.

He can go to the living room and go to the kitchen. For such an excellent man, why should he be proud?

Liu Zhimin knew that Malatang is very popular recently, and there are Malatang, Malatang, and a series of Chinese delicacies that start with Malatang.

Since Malatang became popular, she ate quite a lot. Now that I think about it, the taste is indeed the same as that in the store.

At this time, Liu Zhimin was well-behaved and energetic, and nodded in agreement.

After nodding his head, he didn't realize it. When he was packing up the study materials, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He patted his little head all of a sudden, with a helpless expression on his face.

She forgot!

The agreement was to speak Chinese all the time, not Korean, but since the moment she knocked on the door, Korean came out of her mouth involuntarily.

"Brother, eat quickly, let's practice Chinese together."

Liu Zhimin, who came to his senses, spoke half-baked Chinese to Cheng Qian'an, who was eating with his head bowed.

Cheng Qian'an was taken aback for a moment, then slowly raised his head, and then he came to his senses and nodded.

"Row."

After breakfast in twos and threes, Cheng Qian'an wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, sat down on the sofa, and took the information Liu Zhimin handed to him.

"here."

Liu Zhimin stretched out his tender and slender green fingers and tapped the paper.

Cheng Gan'an took a look at the above several multiple-choice questions, and chose the corresponding verbs and idioms.

"Come."

Although Cheng Qian'an's Chinese skills in the college entrance examination are not good enough to be a serious teacher, it is not a big problem to teach a simple introductory Chinese, which can be regarded as an introductory Chinese for children.

One is serious about teaching, the other is serious about learning, and uses oral communication from time to time, entertaining and entertaining, the progress is very fast, Liu Zhimin is listening attentively.

She went to an ordinary high school, and the level of Chinese teachers was uneven. Most of them taught the subjects according to the scriptures. There was Cheng Qian'an, an authentic Chinese, who mixed some cultural explanations and vivid and interesting homonyms in his explanations.

After two hours of speaking, Cheng Gan'an's mouth was dry, he reached out to pick up a glass of water and drank it with his head up. He lowered his head and glanced accidentally, as if he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

Because he was at home, Yoo Ji Min wore loose clothes, so when he leaned over to write and study, his chest was wide open.

Big, white, tender, firm, quite promising.

A few words that were scarce but could be explained immediately appeared in Cheng Qian'an's uneasy mind.

Look no further.

Cheng Qian'an quickly put aside the lingering scene in his mind.

He is born after 00, and he is still a little sister. What kind of thoughts do I have in my head? Besides, he has a girlfriend now.

Before the book friend scolded him, Cheng Qian'an immediately scolded himself.

In fact, the difference is not much, just three years old.

"How about it? Is there anything I don't understand? Do you need me to tell you more?"

Cheng Qian'an cleared his throat, coughed, and asked.

Liu Zhimin was obviously still thinking, and nodded slowly, expressing that he understood.

"Almost, I understand."

That's fine, that's how scumbags behave like this.

Cheng Qian'an didn't care when she saw that she was still a little puzzled, and just took her time.

At this moment, Liu Zhimin straightened up, put away the large view on his chest that had been open all the time, stretched out his hand to pull his hair, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe it's because they have been in contact for a long time and they are familiar enough. Liu Zhimin's trust in Cheng Qian'an increases every day, and some subconscious defensive actions disappear.

Normally, she would never look like this if she left it outside.

(End of this chapter)