Mr. Quan, please take care

Chapter 781 Linglong works hard, help me fasten

The man saw through the confusion and hesitation in her eyes, and knew what would happen if he continued, but he didn't dodge or avoid it, and there was even a hint of encouragement hidden in his smiling brows and eyes.

Just when the two lips were less than a finger away, the beeping sound from the kitchen instantly dispelled all the charm and ambiguity.

Miao Miao's eyes suddenly became clear, and she took two steps back as if she was electrocuted: "The meal is ready, I'll go and have a look..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already fled.

Shen Chunhang stood where he was, looking at the back of the woman who was flustered and at a loss, a wry smile came to the corner of his mouth.

Spicy fish, braised pork, braised chicken wings, stir-fried lotus root, plus a seaweed egg drop soup, served one after another.

Shen Chunhang was in charge of picking up the bowls and setting the chopsticks, "Okay."

Miao Miao: "Let's start."

The man picked up the chopsticks, and without hesitation, he reached for the spicy fish.

It's a pity that Miaomiao intercepted him before he fell down, and pushed a bowl of soup in front of him: "Drink it first, then eat other things."

"...Oh." Principal Shen, who was always majestic and dignified in front of people, bowed his head like a good student with no temper, and obediently finished his drink.

Miao Miao frowned, and almost couldn't help rubbing his head with her hands, like stroking a cat and dog, and said again: "You are so obedient~"

Fortunately, she braked in time and controlled the little hand that was about to move.

Shen Chunhang didn't notice her tangled expression, because all his focus was on the delicious food in front of him.

The spicy fish fillets are tender and refreshing. The lingering spicy taste on the tip of the tongue seems to go down the esophagus and burn all the way to the stomach. There are no thorns, and there is not even a fishy smell.

After taking the first bite, Shen Chunhang couldn't help but take a second bite: "What kind of fish is this?"

"Catfish, Shu is also known as Jiang Tuan, but it seems to be called...Catfish in the capital city?"

"I see, long-kissed scorpion."

Miao Miao picked a piece of braised pork for him: "Don't just eat one kind, try others."

"Okay." With a smile and connivance, he was kind.

Miao Miao couldn't look directly at that gaze, so she avoided it calmly.

The man's eyes darkened, he chewed slowly: "This is also delicious."

The freshest pork belly is 4:6 fat and thin. In order to buy the most suitable part, Miao Miao went to two supermarkets and three vegetable markets, and finally found it at a pork stall in a community.

From plucking, to searing, to washing and draining, and finally boiling, she does the whole process by herself.

When making it, the sauce was prepared according to the man's usual preference, and every detail was perfected according to the heat.

How can it be bad?

But Miao Miao didn't say anything, and was quite satisfied with such an evaluation: "Then eat more."

With that said, he picked another piece for him.

"Thank you." Then, Shen Chunhang took a chicken wing from another plate and put it in her bowl.

Miao Miao paused slightly.

"Reciprocity is a courtesy," he said.

The four eyes met, and the woman moved away first, looking elsewhere.

……

After dinner, the old rules.

Shen Chunhang was cleaning the dishes. Miao Miao wanted to clean the table, but the man grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the living room. She pressed against the sofa, and she was forced to sit down, sinking into the soft sofa: "?"

His eyes were dazed.

But he took the remote control again, turned on the TV, and tuned to an idol drama channel: "Now, you don't have to do anything, just watch TV here, understand?"

Miao Miao nodded and shook her head again.

Shen Chunhang: "..."

Facing her clear pupils, the man's heart softened suddenly: "I'll let you rest, understand?"

"...Understood, but I don't like watching TV."

"Then, play on the phone?"

Miao Miao smiled: "This is fine."

Shen Chunhang also laughed: "Where is the phone?"

"Next to the rice cooker."

"Wait."

Shen Chunhang handed her the phone first, then rolled up his sleeves, ready to put away the bowl.

Miao Miao: "Wait a minute!"

"?" The man turned his head and asked with dewy eyes.

She stood up and untied the apron with her backhand, "Put this on, it won't stain your clothes."

The man spread his hands, not intending to pick it up.

Miao Miao: "?"

"you help me."

"...Oh." Miao Miao stepped forward, she was not tall and didn't wear high heels, Shen Chunhang was more than a head taller than her, but this person was motionless, like a log.

"Lower."

"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly, please speak up." It took a while.

"I said—" Miao Miao took a deep breath, and raised her breath, "You should be lower, so I won't be easy to play!"

Shen Chunhang followed his words, half bowed his body: "Is that enough?"

"can."

Put it in, Miao Miao: "Turn around."

The man stopped moving again.

she repeats.

Shen Chunhang's Adam's apple rolled slightly: "I don't want to turn."

"But how do I tie my belt like this?"

The man's eyes darkened: "That's it."

that's it?
what?

Face to face with him, then put your hands around your waist...

Miao Miao was shocked immediately, breaking away from the ambiguous picture, "You don't turn, I will turn."

After finishing speaking, under the stupefied gaze of the man, she circled around him and tied it into a slipknot: "Okay."

Shen Chunhang: "..."

Miao Miao sat back on the sofa, picked up a pillow and hugged her in her arms, "Then I'll sit down for a while, you go wash the dishes."

The tone was soft, but it couldn't hide the meaning of chasing people.

After taking a deep look at her, Shen Chunhang turned and went into the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)