Chapter 439

Until Ji Chengyan followed her back to the room, Lin Anan finally couldn't help asking him: "don't you go to work?"

Ji Cheng Yan is just a light ah, didn't speak.

Lin an an has no choice but to go to the dining table, put down the heat preservation bucket, and then look for the bowl. When she took the bowl, she hesitated. Can't she just take the bowl she ate alone?

I don't know if Ji Chengyan has eaten it?

If she only cares about her own food, it doesn't seem to be very good. So she turned to look at Ji Chengyan and found that he had finished washing his hands and sat down at the table.

Lin an an was silent for a moment, then turned around again and took out two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks from the cupboard.

There are porridge and two side dishes in the heat preservation bucket. The side dishes are made by Aunt Zhou. The moment the heat preservation bucket is opened, she immediately smells the aroma of the dishes.

This familiar smell made her stomach growl immediately.

Lin An'an was in a good mood. He took two small dishes out of the heat preservation bucket, and then down there was porridge. Porridge seems to be for only one person, not much.

She frowned and looked up at Ji Chengyan.

He but I already knew, light said: "I don't like porridge, you forget?"

Lin an nodded and poured all the porridge in the heat preservation bucket into his bowl, just one bowl.

Just don't know why, she always think today this porridge looks a little strange. It's plain rice porridge, but there are some strange things in it. It's not like Aunt Li's usual style of porridge.

She took a big mouthful of porridge and put it into her mouth. She was dying of the porridge made by Aunt Li. She hadn't drunk it for so long. God knows how much she missed it. The porridge you can buy outside is not as good as the porridge cooked by Aunt Li. It's thick and delicious.

It's just

She frowned as she put the porridge into her mouth.

This porridge is definitely not cooked by Aunt Li. Even she didn't think aunt Zhou cooked it. The taste is very general, not as fragrant as Aunt Li's porridge, and the soup is very light, like water.

Ji Chengyan on one side sat in his seat and looked at her. He seemed a little nervous. Seeing her frowning, he couldn't help asking, "what's the matter? Not good? "

Before he came here, he had tasted this porridge in advance and could drink it. But what's her expression?

Lin an swallowed the spoonful of porridge and looked up at Ji Chengyan: "this porridge Is there a new aunt at home? "

That sentence "home", successfully pleased Ji Chengyan.

His voice softened: "No."

"Well..." She hesitated for a moment, and finally did not speak. Picked up the chopsticks, to clip in front of the side dishes to eat, fortunately, these two side dishes are still their flavor.

It comforted her.

She thought silently that since the porridge was not cooked by Aunt Li or aunt Zhou, there was no new aunt at home. So This is not ideal porridge, can't he cook it?

Thinking of this, Lin An's hands trembled.

Ji Chengyan did not give up asking her this question: "is porridge good?"

Lin an nodded: "well, it's delicious."

Ji Cheng Yan listens to her to finish saying, immediately eyes bright bright, but did not speak again. Lin an an silently bowed his head to eat, and said nothing.

After a while, jichengyan's mobile phone rang in his pocket, which broke the rare peace in the morning.