Chapter 1227： He is the person Qianmiao loves most

A scorching smell followed the air into Qianmiao's nasal cavity, speeding up his pace a little.

The more I went in, the quieter I was, and I didn't see the bright lights until I entered a hall.

At first glance, the layout here is no different from ordinary people's homes, but as long as you look at it more, you will find that there is no window here, and only lights illuminate everything in the room.

The kitchen's smoke exhaust system is very good, even if there are no windows, there is no worry about smoky conditions.

But at this time, Qianmiao smelled the staleness of the vegetable, and without looking at it, he knew that it was chicken breast and fried egg.

When I walked in, I saw a boy standing in front of the stove with a back view, holding a shovel in his hand, and stubbornly trying to turn the mashed vegetables over from one direction.

He is tall and thin, about 1.8 meters tall, thin in figure, and tenderer than a girl's. Because he often doesn't go out to see the sun, his skin is fair and smooth. To be exaggerated, he is white and reflective. His hair is a bit longer for a boy, and his hair is very soft. When he hangs his head, his bangs cover his eyes slightly.

In Qianmiao's impression, he is synonymous with quietness and loneliness, and he will never communicate if he can communicate with others. I can't even cook, just because I feel complicated. Usually, someone sent outside for meals, knocked on the door to remind him, and then left, not daring to stay longer.

At this time, the sizzling sound of frying vegetables seemed very noisy, which was extremely inconsistent with him.

"I'll do it," she said.

Hearing the sound, the boy quickly turned his head, his eyes prettier than the girl burst into a soft surprise smile. What's more special is that his double pupils are very rare red, as if they are wearing cosmetic contact lenses, but they are more real and beautiful than cosmetic contact lenses.

"I'm back." He said.

Qian Miao took the shovel in his hand, turned off the fire first, then poured out all the mashed vegetables, and asked, "Want to eat a sandwich?"

The boy pursed his lips: "I want to give it to make food."

His two hands are very beautiful, but at this moment he put his fingers together and twisted his lips slightly.

Qian Mian knew that he must have committed the same old problem again, and it was caused by excitement.

She smiled, her eyes were gentle, and she reached out and touched his hair, and said: "It's been a long time since I had eaten what I made? I went out to learn great skills this time, and I have grown in cooking, so I will show you something."

The boy blinked, his pure eyes are really beautiful. The tightness of the whole body slowly dissipated with Qianmiao's touch, and his hands slowly dropped.

He stared at Qianmiao's dexterous vegetable chopping and asked, "Who did you learn from?"

"That's the brother outside. He cooks deliciously." Qian Miao glanced back at him, then smiled softly: "People are also very nice."

The teenager was silent.

He stared at Qian Mian's cooking every move, followed by him, even if he didn't speak, he would never leave.

He would look at Qianmen's eyes and deliver something to her in advance when she wanted to get a certain seasoning.

Even so stuck, Qian Miao did not show the slightest sign of impatience, as if he had left all the connivance to the young man beside him.

She cooked two very simple dishes, and they came out quickly.

The teenager lowered his head to eat, very quiet and attentive.

He looked up at Qian Mian, with tomato juice stuck to the corner of his mouth, and his bright eyes looked at her with a dull look: "Eat too."

Qian Miao supported his chin to look at him, smiled slightly, and involuntarily reached out to wipe the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, and said, "The brother outside hasn't eaten it. My sister will send it to him in a while."

The boy looked down and said nothing.

Qian Miao saw his hand trembling slightly while holding the fork.

Her smile disappeared suddenly.

"Tang Xin, don't scare me."

He was 18 years old and had severe autism, and he was named Tang Xin.

A few years ago, she picked him up from hell-like danger and gave him this name.