Chapter 528

For a moment, Qiao Ansheng felt that his heart was like being held in hot water. He felt warm, but he felt a trace of pain.

It turns out that there are people in the world willing to cook for her.

"It's too late now. There should be no place to eat outside..."

I don't know how long it took until Qin Yanchen's low and gentle voice came to his ears, Qiao Ansheng raised his head in a daze.

Under the light, she saw Qin Yanchen's face immersed in the heat and fireworks of the meal, which had a huge contrast with his cold image in the past.

But it is this contrast that makes his whole person have an unspeakable charm.

Qiao Ansheng looked at Qin Yanchen without blinking.

Qin Yanchen was staring at her and wanted to laugh. He went over and put the dishes and chopsticks in his hand in front of her: "what's the matter? Look at me like this?"

When Qiao Ansheng saw him close, the water flashed in his pupils and woke up from that complex emotion.

She returned to nature with a bright smile: "nothing, just curious! You can cook! "

Qin Yanchen was noncommittal.

There was a smell of food all over the room. Qiao Ansheng took a deep breath. She looked down. A bowl of steaming tomato and egg noodles had been placed on the table in front of her.

Bright red tomatoes, bright yellow eggs, just a little chopped vegetables. Although the plate is not very good-looking, it can be seen that the people who make it are putting them together very carefully.

Qin Yanchen took out the paper towel, wiped the chopsticks again and again, then stuffed them into her hand and quietly explained: "I don't cook much, you will eat some..."

Qiao Ansheng held the chopsticks and it was difficult to lift them for a while.

Just now, she regarded Qin Yanchen as a weight against Qiao Mengxi.

But after knowing that she didn't eat, people were willing to cook for her themselves.

Qiao Ansheng never fell in love. After Tang Qin died, Qiao Mingdong also lacked care for her, so a little good can be infinitely magnified in her heart.

What's more, what Qin Yanchen did tonight has touched Qiao Ansheng many times.

Qin Yanchen saw that she didn't use chopsticks for a long time and thought she didn't like it. He frowned, sighed gently, bent over and asked for the bowl of noodles: "don't you like it? What would you like to eat? I'll buy... "

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Qiao Ansheng quickly grabbed his arm to carry the bowl and grabbed the precious tomato and egg noodles in his arms.

Then he shook his head madly to clarify: "no! It's not that I don't like it, but I'm so shocked and moved... "

Qiao Ansheng was scalded by the hot air from the bowl, and hurriedly put it on the table. She pasted some hot hands behind her ears, still looking at Qin Yanchen suspiciously.

"Are you really... The Qin Yanchen from our school?"

Qin Yanchen stared at her puzzled eyes and nodded, "yes."

Qiao Ansheng took back his eyes and took a deep breath.

All kinds of complex emotions entangled in her heart. For a moment, she didn't know what to do. She just stirred the side with her head down.

The heat and aroma surged up together and smoked to her eyes. Her eyes were stunned and wet. She picked up the noodles with chopsticks and tasted them.

The taste was not as delicious as it looked, but it was the same as delicacy for Qiao Ansheng at that time.

She chewed the food in her mouth carefully. She grew so big that she had never eaten the food cooked by other men except the canteen uncle.

Qin Yanchen seemed to know how happy she was and didn't put any coriander.

In fact, Qiao Ansheng likes to eat tomatoes and eggs, but many tomato and egg noodles have to be seasoned with coriander, but she can't eat any coriander.

Therefore, I always order tomatoes and eggs in the canteen every time, but I have to pick out all the coriander in it.

The bowl made by Qin Yanchen didn't have any coriander, and it was drenched with a little sesame oil.

After eating a bowl of noodles, Qiao Ansheng ate carefully and contentedly, and swept away all the air conditioning and anger caused by Qiao Mingdong and others.

"Delicious!"

For fear that Qin Yanchen didn't believe it, Qiao Ansheng quickly added loudly and solemnly: "it's really delicious! It's delicious! I've never eaten such delicious noodles! Why are you so good! Cooking is delicious! "

Qin Yanchen knew his cooking well, but listening to her boasting so seriously, his face was cold, and now he was happy from the coldness.

"You are too hungry."

He tried to maintain his almost rising tone.

It's strange that I grew up being praised. Today, I'm just so happy that I don't know the southeast and Northwest after listening to a few unkind compliments from her?

"No! Just delicious! "

Qiao Ansheng looks like I won't listen if you say it's up to you.

When he was full, the chatterbox seemed to open. Qiao Ansheng had a green and white complexion just now because of the cold. Now he looks ruddy and radiant.

Her skin is smooth and the light shines on it. She can't even find a small pore, like a warm and delicious litchi: "you don't know, all the noodles in school need coriander. I have to vomit every time I eat coriander."