I Loaded the Healing System

Chen Nannan lowered his head and murmured like a mosquito: "Isn't this what I want?"

It's what I want him to restrain.

It was he who told him that if he didn't get used to it, it was better to be friends.

Since we're friends, don't think about making any fuss.

right. .

This kind of relationship mode is exactly what I want.

But how could her wild thoughts be easily suppressed?

Barely recovering a little mood, soon fell to the bottom again.

boom! boom! boom!

The kitchen knife flew quickly on the chopping board, chopping pieces of meat into minced meat.

The movement caused by this also knocked Chen Nannan back to reality, right in front of him.

She looked over subconsciously, and Shen An had already handled it extremely skillfully, and he even had the leisure to use the other hand to peel off the vegetables and process them one by one.

Stop thinking about it.

Chen Nannan secretly warned himself to quickly open the seasoning bottles and put them away one by one.

After processing the minced meat, Shen An was not in a hurry to put it into the pot first.

He also has some other meat to deal with.

He planned to give Chen Nannan a heartier dinner.

After Chen Nannan finished the seasoning bottle, she had nothing else to do, so she stood quietly at the kitchen door, behind him, silently watching his every move.

In a trance, she seemed to have returned to her childhood.

She remembered that she once stood at the door of the kitchen like this, watching her father cook with adoring and excited eyes.

At that time, the family was still full of laughter.

I have a very joking father and a very gentle mother.

but. .

Time passes.

Chen Nannan took a deep breath, trying to stop his wild thoughts.

But Shen An's back still flickered in her eyes.

In Chen Nannan's illusory imagination, in her mind, the two generous figures overlapped faintly.

Noisy!

The oil splashed and quickly wrapped the meat in the pot, and the air was immediately filled with the smell of meat.

Shen An skillfully manipulated all this, every step, every process, he was familiar with it by heart.

Time passes quickly when one is meditating.

Just as he flashed past his eyes with the cooked dishes, Chen Nannan ended his imagination.

"Okay, let's eat."

Shen An put everything away.

Chen Nannan also took steps to set the dishes and chopsticks.

Soon, the two were sitting together at this rarely used dining table.

There were three meat dishes, one vegetarian dish, and two bowls of steaming white rice on the table.

That's a lot for two people.

Shen An rubbed his hands, and said softly, "Sister, try it and see how it tastes?"

"This is?"

"You want sweet and sour fried pork."

"Then this one?"

"You can't tell the difference between such a big patty, can you?"

"Of course I know! But I must ask."

Chen Nannan chirped and slowly picked up a piece of meat.

"Wait a minute."

Shen An stopped.

"Huh?" She looked at him puzzled.

"Idiot, just eat it like this, and be careful to burn you to death." Shen An chuckled, and then gently blew on the smoky meat for her: "Okay, don't dislike my saliva, although there is a high probability Not stained."

"Hey, I don't know if you don't tell me!"

Chen Nannan's heart speeded up quietly at the moment when he gently blew on her.

She wanted to lower her head to hide her nervousness.

"It's ready to eat now."

Shen An said sternly.

"Hmph, trouble~" Chen Nannan complained in a low voice, and then carefully put the piece of meat in his mouth.

With a light bite, the juice bursts from the meat, with the tenderness of the meat and the sweetness of the sugar. The acidity of the vinegar neutralizes the two together, and the taste and texture are just right everywhere.

Chen Nannan chewed slowly and took a while to swallow it.

Shen An raised his eyebrows: "Not bad?"

She pursed her lips, picked up another piece, and put it next to his mouth.

"what?"

Shen An opened his mouth.

Chen Nannan pursed her mouth, obviously not intending to feed him.

Shen An closed her mouth in embarrassment, and then blew for her again.

Taking another sip, Chen Nannan swallowed again.

She silently picked up the white rice and started eating.

The corner of Shen An's mouth twitched slightly: "At least give me an evaluation."

Chen Nannan bit the white rice and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay."

"Hmm~ It seems that my cooking skills are a bit rusty."

Shen An was a little unconvinced: "Wait for the next time, next time I have a chance, I will show you my best tricks."

"Aren't you going to eat?" Chen Nannan gave him a blank look.

"Eat, of course, I'm starving to death."

Shen An also started the storm inhalation mode.

idiot~

Chen Nannan withdrew his gaze quietly and continued to grill the rice.

In fact, she wanted to say: It's delicious.

really tasty.

It was very quiet, so quiet that there was only the sound of Shen An eating.

Chen Nannan ate elegantly without making any noise.

She took a bite and looked at him.

This feeling. .

She likes it.

There is no need to speak, but everything seems to melt into the air, into the food in front of me.

Family. .

feel like home?

Inexplicably, this word suddenly appeared in Chen Nannan's mind.

This, to her today, is a somewhat unfamiliar word.

Chapter 230 Seven: Showdown!

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Seven o'clock in the evening.

Chen Nannan curled up on the sofa, handling the work of the Social Federation Department as usual.

Her fingertips flew across the keyboard of the notebook, but her eyes seemed to lose focus.

Two hours ago, the two had already finished their meal.

Then it took about an hour and a half to clean up. It was said to be cleaned up, but it would be better to say that while cleaning up, we chatted.

In other words, Shen An left half an hour ago.

It's a little strange that when he was there, Chen Nannan didn't seem to be particularly emotional. Under his teasing, the previous things were temporarily forgotten, talking and laughing with him as before.

And just half an hour after he left, Chen Nannan couldn't control his thoughts.

Snapped.

She lay on the sofa weakly, and murmured: "It should be, it still hurt him, right?"

During the hour and a half of the chat, he was still very disciplined.