College Storm: Beautiful men are not easy to mess with

Chapter 382

Qingge frowned: "I don't know."

Si Yue looked at him: "So, are you really someone who never goes into the kitchen?"

Qingge thought for a while, then nodded.

Si Yue pouted, turned around, and continued: "You don't even have instant noodles, what should you eat? How about porridge?" She should be able to handle porridge, right?April is not very sure.

"it is good."

Such a thoughtless answer was very similar to the way long-cherished wishes used to talk to her. Si Yue froze for a while, and finally took out the rice.

Washing rice, cooking, these things, Siyue has never really done it, but she has seen Chia Ya do it, so she came here based on her impression.

Qingge looked at Siyue, leaning back on the chair a little weakly.

After finishing everything in Siyue, she turned to look at Yan Qingge, seeing his half-closed eyes, she felt uncomfortable.

"Hey, Yan Qingge, you'd better go up and lie down first." The flowery face was not red anymore, but it was pale.

Qingge shook her head: "No, I'm fine."

Si Yue walked over and helped him up: "If you don't go to sleep, go to the sofa in the lobby and lie down."

Qingge's body was limp, and she let Siyue help her to walk.

He really just lay on the sofa, completely without the usual so much attention.Siyue thinks this kind of Yan Qingge is much more real and cute.

She turned around and went back to the kitchen, guarding the pot of porridge.

One is in the living room, the other is in the kitchen; one is guarding the porridge, but the other is guarding his own heartbeat.

Yan Qingge rested her head on his hand, looked at Si Yue's back with her eyes, and there was a faint smile on her mouth, why did he think she looked more and more beautiful.

Yes, how come it looks better the more you look at it?He used to say that April was ugly in spite of himself.

Si Yue turned around, just to see if Yan Qingge was asleep or something, but as soon as he turned around, he saw a smile on his mouth, looking at her with spring in his eyes.Si Yue's heart trembled, and she didn't understand what was wrong with the young master.

"Are you confused?" She frowned at him.

Qingge shook her head: "My fever has subsided."

Si Yue glanced at him again, but she didn't speak, but she had such a strong thought in her heart, the fever subsided, how could it still be so weird?

That pot of porridge was cooked in an atmosphere where the two of them sometimes said something and I said something, and sometimes were silent.

Si Yue turned off the fire, opened the lid of the pot, was a little frightened, and looked at Yan Qingge in a daze: "Why are there so many?"

It's really worrying for two culinary idiots to stay together. Ask the young master, and the young master has no idea what's going on.

Si Yue looked at the pot of porridge for a few seconds: "Forget it, if you can't finish it, you can keep it for supper."

She took out a bowl and brought it to the dining table, when she suddenly had another question: "What should I do if there is no food?"

Yan Qingge was silent again, he never found out that he didn't understand anything, but now he realized that he was asked three times and didn't know anything.

"Hey, it's not suitable to eat too greasy food when you're sick, so put some salt in it." She started to talk while talking.

Yan Qingge has never expressed much, even if it is the first time in his life to eat such porridge, he still swallows it, and he still thinks the taste seems to be good.

Seeing that Yan Qingge just ate, Si Yue couldn't eat it herself, anyway, she was not sick, so she didn't need to eat such fast food.

(End of this chapter)