It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 487

In the direction of the kitchen, there was some buzzing sound, like the sound of adding oil to her frying pan that she hadn't touched in a long time.

There was still a scent in the air.

A scent of vegetables that she thought she would never smell in America.

Qiao Yue stepped on slippers, and saw a man in casual clothes standing in the kitchen.

She was wearing an off-white plaid apron.

That was her old taste.

Putting it on this dog man, it looks even more IKEA IKEA.

Qiao Yue was a little confused between reality and dreams.

When she got closer, she saw Shen Zheyi's back, and it seemed that she was still stepping on her feet. She finally found disposable slippers for him last night through rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Oh the dog man used her kitchen without asking her again.

"Morning." Shen Zheyi turned his head and found her.

The side face is slender and the eyebrows are beautiful.

She knew it was wrong to use Peugeot to describe a man, but in that situation, the first word that popped into her mind was beauty.

Qiao Yue was a little taken aback, "Morning."

Shen Zheyi smiled at her, and then said, "Why do you wake up so dazed this morning?"

Qiao Yue: "?"

He said the next sentence slowly, "It's so cute."

Qiao Yue gave him a mentally retarded look, then turned and went into the bathroom.

Shen Zheyi glanced at her back, why is this pajamas so cute?
After Qiao Yue finally washed up, she could see the porridge and side dishes on the table.

This was the food she had been missing even before she got on the plane.

Shen Zheyi looked at his carefully prepared breakfast, and raised his eyebrows at her, "How's the breakfast?"

Qiao Yue stood where she was, and finally asked her soul, "Where did you get the rice and vegetables?"

The perfect expression on Shen Zheyi's face showed a little crack, and he was quickly defeated, "I went out to buy it, and your key is on the table."

The implication is that he just saw that there was nothing to eat at home, so he went out to find some food out of kindness, and he had absolutely no intention of coveting the keys of her house.

Qiao Yue laughed softly, "Oh."

Obviously seeing the breakfast on the table, she was still in a good mood.

Seeing her expression, Shen Zheyi knew that his thoughts were right. Qiao Yue really liked to eat more home-cooked dishes, even if it was just porridge and side dishes.

Suddenly thinking of the years of ink she drank abroad and the Western food she ate, she suddenly felt a little acid in her heart.

"Still frying the dumplings," Shen Zheyi said, "otherwise you will get hungry very quickly just eating these."

It has been many years since no one has considered whether she is hungry or not.

Qiao Yue sat down, and the porridge and side dishes on the table looked much cuter.

The last time she drank his porridge, she knew that Shen Zheyi was very good at cooking porridge. The porridge he cooked was neither too thick nor too watery, which suited her taste very well.

Even this green side dish is delicious.

Qiao Yue felt that a man who could cook was too stupid, and he would gain an extra point without knowing it.

When Shen Zheyi brought out the fried dumplings again, at that moment, his image in Qiao Yue's heart reached two meters high.

"Can you eat fatter?" Shen Zheyi suddenly said, "Too thin, unhealthy."

This kind of tone was very similar to that of the elders urging the younger generation to eat, and Qiao Yue subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"

Shen Zheyi pursed his lips, and a smile appeared in his throat, "It's uncomfortable to hold."

(End of this chapter)