Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 72 is a bit like a home (thanks to the leader on the [-]th of last month!)
Probably because he had dinner with him tonight, Yun Shuqian was much more serious when cooking.

If she was the only one who ate by herself, then it would be fine to cook a dish casually, and she would not pay special attention to the appearance of the dishes.

She put the sea bass on a plate like in a restaurant. After steaming, she took it out, poured out the fishy water, spread it with finely chopped green onions, red peppers, and coriander, and poured hot oil on top.

With a snort, the fragrance came out.

Finally, pour a little steamed fish soy sauce along the side of the plate, and you're done, Yun Shuqian's proud little chest.

"Okay, let's go out and eat."

"Yun Shuqian, I am impressed with you! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought you ordered it from an outside restaurant!"

Song Jiamu was not stingy with his compliments. He picked up the plate of fish and smelled it, with a look of surprise on his face. She still remembered playing house when she was a child, and she only knew how to mix mud and leaves with rice.

"This is not a big dish, many girls can do it."

"Who said that one of my cousins ​​is married and doesn't know how to cook now. It seems that there are not many girls in our class who can cook, but even if they can cook, they are definitely not as good as you."

"Are you familiar with them?"

"I heard from Zhang Sheng and the others that there are more boys who can cook now than girls."

"But you can only boil water for instant noodles."

"I'm just learning, I've decided, the first dish is to learn from your steamed sea bass."

Song Jiamu smelled the fragrance in the air again, and went out with the dishes in his hands.

Yun Shuqian was in a happy mood, and after being praised by him like this, she almost wanted to cook for him every day.

Well, she changed her mind. Apart from being handsome, Song Jiamu is not useless. At least he has a good taste in food.

Look, she is so happy, the swishing sound when washing the pot is like a beating note.

"Hey, don't take my job, I'll wash the pots and pans later."

"The pot is easy to wash after soaking."

"Then you soak first."

Song Jiamu didn't let her wash, so he took off her apron when he came over.

Yun Shuqian was taken aback, thinking that he was going to take off her clothes, she gave this guy who had nothing to do and was so courteous a look.

But it was especially beneficial to his kindness, and I felt like I was dreaming.

She went to sit at the dining table, took out a small plastic bowl, and gave Nian Nian a piece of fish to eat.

Song Jiamu served her a good meal, and he also filled a bowl full.

It's seven o'clock in the evening, and the night fell. The two sat at the dining table facing each other, with three delicious dishes in front of them. The sound of the TV in the living room gave off a warm feeling.

No one else disturbed them, and there was nothing imminent. The two of them seemed to have obtained a 'reconciliation experience card', and this dinner seemed a bit harmonious.

The girl habitually stretched her legs towards him.

It's strange to say that Yun Shuqian didn't feel any restraint when she was with him. Anyway, the two have known each other for so long, and they have seen each other's ugliest appearances before, so they don't have to work hard to be anything in front of him. Lady, you should step on him, step on him, pinch him.

Is this also another sense of security?

She never seemed to have thought that he would leave her life. Of course, occasionally she would imagine that he really ignored her, but there was no joy in her heart, and more of an unknown panic.

"What do you usually cook for yourself?"

Song Jiamu chatted casually, like a pig that has been hungry for two days, he didn't care about the way he ate at all. Even though he was sitting opposite a cute and lovely girl.

This is not pretending. He has been exercising a lot recently, and his appetite has increased compared to before. The most important thing is that the food made by Yun Shuqian tastes really good.

"Eat noodles."

"So you, like me, also eat boiled water instant noodles? I still have a few packets of old altar sauerkraut at home, would you like it?"

"Noodles don't have to be instant noodles. I will cut some lean meat, put some vegetables, cut an egg, and peel a few shrimps."

"..."

Well, Song Jiamu probably understands the difference.

"Although our relationship is indeed so close." Song Jiamu pinched the knuckle of her little finger like she did last time, "But I won't lie about it, Yun Shuqian, your cooking is really good So why don't you cook?"

"Because I want to eat noodles."

Song Jiamu was speechless, and snatched the piece of lettuce under her chopsticks by the way.

Seeing his deflated appearance, Yun Shuqian was very proud, and then said: "I don't know what to eat when I cook alone. If I cook too much, I can't finish it. If I cook too little, it's better to eat noodles. If I cook, I usually eat it." They are all made for two meals, and it will be fine if you cook them at noon and reheat them at night."

"Well, since you are so distressed, then as the vice president, I am obliged to share your worries. You can do it for two people. Just ask me to eat when you are done. I will wash the dishes for you."

"...Thank you for saying it?"

"Then how about I pay you for food?"

"No."

Yun Shu gave him a superficial look, and probably only Song Zhutou could talk about eating and drinking so well.

"It's boring to eat alone."

"Don't uncle cook every day, don't you eat at home?"

"I can secretly come to your house to eat, and then tell my dad that I ate in the cafeteria."

For a moment, Yun Shuqian was a little moved, and secretly cooked with him at home?Feels great!But what if it is discovered...

"No."

Yun Shuqian ended the topic and said, "Next week there will be a Ching Ming holiday, do you have anything to do?"

"Yes, I have."

Song Jiamu picked out the shredded green onion from the fish and ate it, but Yun Shuqian didn't eat the shredded green onion because she had already finished eating the coriander.

"Even if it's a vacation, I will stick to my plan, run, read, and code."

"That means there is nothing else to do." Yun Shuqian nodded.

"what happened?"

"I plan to take advantage of the holidays to start the first club activity of our online literature club. When the time comes, you and I will go out to collect stories and materials. The theme is spring outing and haunted house adventure!"

"... Isn't this really going out to play together?"

"Please pay attention to your words, Vice President Song Jiamu."

"In the activity plan we submitted to the Social Council, the club activities during the Ching Ming holiday are 'reading clubs', right? Is this really okay?"

"The actual situation is on the spot. We have discussed this issue last night. This gathering activity has won the unanimous approval of the entire community."

"It should rain in Qingming, right?"

"The weather forecast is calling for mostly sunny weather across the country this year."

"Go to a haunted house on Ching Ming Festival, can you really?"

"Don't underestimate me! I write suspense, detective, murder, and ancient tombs!"

Song Jiamu decided that his next book must reach the grade of high-quality goods or above. When the time comes to seek power and usurp the throne, and the president becomes his, he can use the ultimate power of 'responsive to the actual situation'.

Club activities must choose pool parties, and female members need to wear cute swimsuits!
The two of them haven't eaten to the extent of serving each other's food, but they often grab the food under each other's chopsticks, except for the shallots and coriander that they don't eat.

Farms may have experience with this. A group of chickens grabbing food will always eat more food than a chicken eating alone.

"Well, I'm so full..."

Yun Shuqian put down her chopsticks, feeling that her stomach was plump, and she had already eaten almost two bowls of rice, usually she couldn't eat more than one bowl.

Leaning on the chair, lazily unwilling to move after eating.

"I'm too full."

Song Jiamu also leaned on the chair, with his legs stretched out to her side, and the two of them crossed their legs and bumped into each other.

Maybe it's Baonuansi, Song Jiamu always feels that if he touches like this, he won't be able to get up to wash the dishes later.

He pulled his legs away, and the cold air slipped in, and Yun Shuqian immediately felt much emptier.

"I'm going to wash the dishes."

Song Jiamu took the dishes away and took them to the kitchen.

He rolled up his sleeves, squeezed some dish soap into the dishwashing cotton, kneaded out bubbles, bent slightly, and carefully brushed the dishes, his movements were a little clumsy, but serious.

Yun Shuqian was half lying on the sofa, holding the cat in his arms, watching his back without blinking.

I don't even know what to think.

(Thanks to the leader on the [-]th of last month! Thank you very much for your support! The boss is generous! The boss makes a fortune! The boss has someone to warm the bed every day!)

(End of this chapter)