Chapter 527

However, a burst of sound soon broke Qiao Ansheng's uneasy adhesion. In the dead space, her stomach called out very untimely and loud.

"Gulu..."

Qiao Ansheng's stomach was so loud that it exploded in front of them like a firecracker.

Qin Yanchen and Qiao Ansheng were stunned.

Qiao Ansheng looked down subtly. He was singing an empty city plan, flat stomach and swallowed saliva.

I almost forgot.

When she left Qiao's house just now, she had no food, so she quarreled with Qiao Mengxi, and then ran out directly.

The cold wind blew outside again. The energy in the body had long been decomposed to resist the cold, but he patronized Qin Yanchen all the way.

Beautiful and delicious. I forgot to eat.

Pity her stomach. It's not easy to carry it now.

Although Qiao Ansheng was careless, in this atmosphere, his stomach sang empty city plans, which was embarrassing.

Thin red spread all the way from the root of the ear to the cheek.

Qiao Ansheng coughed slightly, as if he wanted to gently lift his reluctant dignity. His dark and long eyelashes flashed: "I'm sorry, my stomach is... Some uncomfortable..."

Qin Yanchen listened to her embarrassed tone. His small face was wrinkled with distress. For a moment, he couldn't hold back and smiled gently.

As soon as Qiao Ansheng heard the laughter, he was angry. He immediately stared at it. His tone was fierce and threatened with a bit of bluff: "what are you laughing at! Don't laugh! "

Between her anger, the tone naturally showed began to be charming, and she really had the appearance of being coquettish towards her boyfriend.

Qin Yanchen pursed his lips to stop his smile, tightened his face hard, narrowed his dark eyes gently, and his eyes were gentle: "no smile."

Qiao Ansheng gave a big hum and blurted out his tone. He felt that his attitude was not quite right and too ambiguous. It was not like the attitude she would show on weekdays.

I don't know when she has begun to bring herself into the role of each other's girlfriend.

This cognition made Qiao Ansheng pinch his wrist and twitch his eyes. Although he soon picked up the look of jiaochen, his mouth still pouted unconsciously.

Qin Yanchen looked at her with bright red lips and a little baby fat. She was surrounded under the scarf. She was so cute that he wanted to touch it.

But he was afraid of provoking her disgust, so he just held his raised hand into a fist, restrained himself against his lips and coughed.

He looked up at the time, rolled up his sleeve, turned and walked into the kitchen.

Qiao Ansheng sat in the living room and saw him go without saying a word. He followed him unconsciously.

By the light, Qin Yanchen turned on the kitchen light, turned on the refrigerator, took out a few things from inside and went deeper.

He, he doesn't want to cook, does he?

Qiao Ansheng's mind crossed the idea that people almost bit off their tongue. She couldn't believe it and covered her mouth in surprise.

Until a few minutes later, she first heard the sound of the knife cutting on the chopping board, and then the sound of the range hood buzzing in the kitchen.

As soon as she heard this, she was startled, widened her eyes, stretched her neck and looked at the kitchen.

At a glance, Qin Yanchen was standing sideways on the cleaning table in the side kitchen.

He had a white porcelain bowl in his hand, a pair of chopsticks in his other hand, his cuffs rolled up, revealing his strong and strong arms.

She was stirring the eggs in the bowl.

Next to him was a white chopping board with some tomatoes on it.

Looking at his unskilled posture, Qiao Ansheng felt that she was dreaming. She held her forehead and kept muttering, "am I dreaming? Are you dreaming... "

The people in the kitchen did not pay any attention to the surprise of the outsiders and were still doing what they were doing wholeheartedly.

After Qiao Ansheng silently recited a few words, he looked at it again.

Qin Yanchen was still in the kitchen, his eyebrows and eyes drooped, his eyelashes looked almost clear from the side, the bridge of his nose looked like a faint light, and the broken hair in front of his forehead was shaking slightly with his action.

Qin Yanchen is really too cannibal. Qiao Ansheng can't believe it when he sees him standing in front of the chopping board. He pinches his face again.

Can Qin Yanchen cook?

And still do it for her?

Qiao Ansheng is in a trance. She doesn't know if she can safely appear on the campus of Nanjing University tomorrow if this matter gets out.

After all, Qin Yanchen's huge fan base will certainly not tolerate their male gods contaminated with a little mortal fireworks.

Qiao Ansheng subconsciously wanted to take out his mobile phone and take a picture as a souvenir, but the mobile phone didn't hold steady and hit her foot.

After the pain and hot oil from his feet boiled, Qiao Ansheng was startled by the sound of cracking in the pot.

From the kitchen, a familiar smell of food came out. Everything confirmed that Qiao Ansheng was not dreaming again.

That high up, the dream lover of thousands of girls in Nantah, is really washing her hands and making a spoon in the kitchen.

It was too quiet at night. The sounds and movements in the kitchen were amplified. Qiao Ansheng could even hear the blisters floating on the water and bubbling hot air when the pot was boiling.

The sound was so healing that her heart expanded like a puff in an oven.

She couldn't help getting up and looking at Qin Yanchen's back in the kitchen.

The range hood was buzzing, the unique smell of tomatoes when they were stir fried, and the heat rising from the kitchen suddenly recalled the faint and mild memories of her childhood.

Children from other families should be familiar with such a scene.

But for Qiao Ansheng, it is a few rare memories.

Tang Qing is too busy. There are a lot of things in the company and there are few opportunities to cook. Although Qiao Mingdong sometimes cooks, he asks Tang Qing every time.

When it is used to coax Tang Qing, I cook a meal for Tang Qing.

Qiao Ansheng is sometimes greedy. If he wants to touch it, he will be scolded by Qiao Mingdong for a long time.

Over time, Qiao Ansheng has this habit. Her parents ignore her in daily life. Other children can bring delicious meals cooked by her parents. She always brings them prepared for her by the nanny.

At the moment, Qin Yanchen's figure coincided inexplicably with Tang Qing's only cooking in his memory.