Quan Jue and Chi Jiao sit down at the stone table in the pavilion. Chi Jiao opens the lunch box.

The lunch box is multi-layer and high-grade thermal insulation. She spent almost two hours this morning making four dishes and one soup, with meat and vegetables. Now she takes them out, still steaming.

Pass the rice to Quan Jue, and Chi Jiao takes out the disposable chopsticks from her bag and hands them to him.

Quan Jue looked at the four dishes and one soup in front of him, including sweet and sour spareribs, kung pao chicken, pear balls in honey sauce, stewed prawns, and tofu soup, which was more abundant than his usual lunch.

"These are all made by me. Brother Quan, please taste them quickly and see if they are delicious?" Chi Jiao looks at Quan Jue nervously and expectantly.

She has confidence in her cooking, but it doesn't conform to Quan Jue's appetite.

As soon as Quan Jue heard that it was made by Chi Jiao herself, she picked up chopsticks and put a sweet and Sour Spare Ribs in her mouth.

The taste is surprisingly good.

He thought that this delicate bag could not touch Yangchun water, but he could cook?

"Not bad." Quan Jue chewed down a sparerib and said faintly.

Chi Jiao was a little discouraged when she heard these three words. Then she heard Quan Jue speak again.

"What time did you get up in the morning to make these dishes?"

Chi Jiao raises her eyes and bumps into Quan Jue's dark eyes. Seeing him calmly looking at herself, she is embarrassed to hide it. She says weakly, "five o'clock."

"Don't do it next time." Quan Jue said lightly, "these dishes don't suit my taste. I'm used to the food in the canteen."

"Then I'll eat with you in the canteen." Although Chi Jiao is a little lost, she doesn't show it.

She felt that she should work harder to make the food suitable for Quan Jue's taste one day.

"In the next period of time, I'll be busy and I may not have time to have lunch with you." Quan Jue said and put a spare ribs in the rice bowl in front of Chi Jiao.

He thinks the ribs are delicious.

Chi Jiao is even more lost now, but she knows that the study task of senior three is very tense recently. She can't disturb Quan Jue's study, so she doesn't say anything.

Next, they ate quietly, and no one spoke.

A moment later, Quan Jue looked up and saw Chi Jiao holding her head down to pick up rice. She looked a little depressed.

Seeing that Chi Jiao's chin is stained with rice grains, Quan Jue can't help but hook her lips.

He quietly stood up and leaned over to Chi Jiao, trying to get rid of the rice grain for her.

Results at this time, Chi Jiao just straightened up and raised her head.

Between the lips caught off guard came a strange warm.

Chi Jiao and Quan Jue all stare big eyes and look at each other incredulously.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

The sweet smell of the girl's body penetrated into Quan Jue's nose. The warm touch between his lips was so beautiful that he couldn't help stretching out his tongue and licking it gently.

Chi Jiao felt Quan Jue's little action, her body trembled, her heart jumped up, her cheeks and ears burned quickly.

In a few seconds, Quan Jue realized what she had just done. She let go of Chi Jiao like an electric shock and stepped back quickly.

Chi Jiao is still sitting there.

I can't believe her first kiss, it's gone.

She originally thought that she was going to give Quan Jue her first kiss in a very romantic environment. Unexpectedly, oolong's was gone.