About my hopeless brother and sister

Qin Lan said indifferently.

"Even if you're a childhood sweetheart, you should know the relationship between a man and a woman by now."

Song Yixin coughed, then looked at Qin Lan and said with a smile, "Even if the first year of high school boys and girls are together, if they live together... it's just too..."

"It doesn't matter right, do you think Qin Feng will do anything to me?"

"That's not true..."

Wu Moxie shook her head.

"Qin Feng isn't that kind of person."

Song Yixin shook her head as well.

Hey hey hey, being so reassured by a few girls, why do I feel like this is a shame for me as a boy. I sat to the side with my head down, although this topic was relevant to me, I felt that it was already a battlefield of three girls that had nothing to do with me.

"That's okay then, there's no one at my house anyway, Qin Feng comes to my house every week to help me clean up, come to think of it, why don't I just live here conveniently."

Qin Lan turned around, looked at the two of them, and said.

"This..."

The two men looked at each other like they didn't know what to say next.

Hey hey hey you guys don't run out of words! Don't run out of words for so many questions! That's a big problem you guys are talking about!

"If you're all here, why don't we have dinner together. Song Yixin, we just met not long ago, but we're friends now, so it's okay, right?"

She smiled and looked at the two of them and said.

This is telling me that I should go cook, isn't it....

"Well, that's no problem."

Song Yixin nodded and Qin Lan smiled, then looked at Wu Mo Xi and said, "Mo Xi too, Christmas is fun if you spend it with your friends."

"Ah...yeah..."

Wu Moxie's lips grinned in a not-so-perfect smile.

I stood up, sighed, and then headed to the kitchen.

Song Yixin stood up right after me and said, "I know how to cook too, so let me help. After all, it's not easy if there's only one person to cook for four people, right?"

I looked at Song Yixin, ah, I can't tell if one person can cook or not, but it's nice to have one more person to help, right....

"That's a problem,"

I said with a nod.

"You're welcome."

Song Yixin walked around the couch and came to my side.

Behind me, Qin Lan looked at me and didn't say anything.

Song Yixin and I walked into the kitchen, and Song Yixin whispered, "What happened?"

I looked over at the couch, picked up the chopper, and said, "I'll tell you about it later..."

Chapter 73 about my childhood friend who became a child.

"So that means that Qin Lan is now part of the compulsion to live in your house?"

Song Yixin picked up the melted meat, sharply chopped it into pieces, and gathered it onto a plate, whispering.

"Well, you could say that."

I panned out the rice, added water, and put it in the rice cooker.

"So, why did you accept it, Qin Feng?"

"I have a feeling that Qin Lan's mental state is not too good..."

I answered.

"Yes? Worried about Qin Lan? Even if Qin Lan did that to you in the beginning."

"Well...sort of, after all, Qin Lan she's my childhood sweetheart."

I said over my shoulder, sneaking a glance at Song Yixin over there.

Over there on the cutting board was the rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables, Song Yixin lowered her head and carefully cut the celery into small, equidistant pieces. Her long hair by her side ear gently hung down, shaking slightly in the air, her hands jumping rhythmically on the cutting board, and there was a smile on her lips.

Song Yixin was really good at cooking, and one could tell that she was very skilled at it, and must have been cooking a lot at home on a regular basis. Moreover, Song Yixin is a very serious and careful person, I don't particularly care about the thickness and length when I cut vegetables, but the pieces of meat and vegetables that Song Yixin cut were all almost neat and tidy.

I felt my heart speed up a bit. I felt like I saw a future I wanted to see in my life, and that was cooking in the kitchen with my wife. If my life was a game, then this kitchen CG would be my favorite one of all.

Seriously, where's the fun in something like cooking? The joy of cooking is seeing the incredibly happy smiles of the people who eat it after you make it yourself. Bringing happiness to others is the source of happiness in cooking. If you can cook with the person you love and then smile happily together, it should be twice as happy.......

Don't kill me! Don't kill me!

Well, that's it, if you can cook with someone you like, it should be a happy thing, right?

"That, Song Yixin ah."

I looked at the rice cooker in front of me and said softly.

"What is it?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I pressed the cook button and asked.

"Huh?! What...kamma...right...sorry..."

Song Yixin's knife slashed down so hard that she almost cut her own hand off. She looked at me dumbfounded and shocked, her tongue almost curled, and said something I didn't quite understand.

There's no need to be so shocked, is there, reasonably speaking, wouldn't a yes or no answer be all that's needed for such a question? I looked at her a little puzzled and she looked very embarrassed as she nervously wrapped her left index finger around her hair and looked a little red in the left side of her face.

"No...you suddenly...asked me that...I...I ......."

She didn't even seem to dare look at me, her eyes darting back and forth between my face and the wall.

"That...um...if Qin Feng asks..."

Song Yixin blushed and tightly strung her hair, saying shyly.