Ji Chengyan finished his meal and went to call him, he found that the living room had changed back to the neat appearance before, and the living room was full of the aroma of roses.

"You brought the rose back," he said with a smile

"Yes, it's a waste to put it in my office. I'm in a good mood to put it at home." Lin an an said, "if you don't send me such a big bunch of roses next time, what a waste."

The subconsciousness of this sentence didn't even find out by herself, which means that she is still looking forward to the continuous development of the relationship between the two people and expecting him to send her flowers next time. She just doesn't want him to send her such a big bunch of roses, because she thinks it's a waste.

She didn't find the hidden meaning of this sentence, but Ji Chengyan found it.

Ji Chengyan stood there, could not help but hook the corner of his mouth, and then agreed with a smile: "OK, I'll send you a smaller one next time."

Lin an didn't find anything wrong until here, so he went to the restaurant with him. It wasn't until he sat down that he realized how ambiguous his words were. He blushed and looked up at Ji Chengyan. He saw that he looked as usual. So he didn't mean to mention it again, and didn't explain it deliberately.

If he misunderstands That's a misunderstanding.

Lin thought.

……

It turns out that the food he cooked is really delicious. What he said before is not as good as aunt Zhou. It turns out that he is more modest. Lin an thinks that in the past two years, she has honed her cooking skills, and her cooking is really delicious, but now it's nothing to be with him.

It proves that Ji Chengyan has only things he doesn't want to do, and nothing he can't do.

When Lin an drank a mouthful of porridge in front of him, the idea became more and more intense. The bowl of porridge is sweet and soft. After drinking it, it leaves a fragrance on the lips and teeth, which is not much different from Aunt Zhou's porridge in her memory.

To tell the truth, after she took a sip of that porridge, he really wanted to cry immediately. The taste was so familiar that she wanted to cry.

Of course, she didn't cry, she just said with great admiration: "if I didn't see this is your porridge, I really thought you were secretly bringing aunt Zhou to the United States."

Ji Cheng Yan eyebrow eyes curved smile: "so exaggerated?"

"as like as two peas," of course, it is just like what Zhou aunt did. Lin An'an scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew it, then sent it to his son's mouth: "Yao Yao, have a taste. This used to be mommy's favorite porridge."

Yao Yao opened his mouth and put the spoonful of porridge in his mouth. It looked very sweet. Lin An'an was also very satisfied. He turned his head to Ji Chengyan and said, "Ji Chengyan, can you tell me how to make this porridge? I also want to learn it."

"No Ji Chengyan didn't even think about it, so he refused. Lin an an couldn't understand why he refused so simply. They had a good conversation just now. How could they suddenly change their faces? This man's face is changing too fast, just like in June.

"Why not..." Lin an an frowned, "I just want to learn. I usually cook for myself."

"I said no, I can't." He would not even explain.

Lin an an Oh, lowered his head to eat, no longer speak.