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It was already ten o'clock when we arrived at Dongming Jiayuan.
Jiang Ying went to the detention center and the procuratorate for a day during the day, and was already tired by now, so she kept covering her lips and yawning behind Meng Jingshu.
Meng Jingshu carried the luggage to the room, Jiang Ying resisted the desire to lie on the bed, and braced himself to find clothes to take a bath.
Unexpectedly, the man came over and hugged her from behind, put his head on her shoulder, and said, "I'm a little hungry."
He mainly went to show his face in the entertainment at night. When he gained face, he excused that he had something urgent to do, and the other party would not force him to stay. So he rushed to the airport without eating, in order to come back early and meet her.
He turned his head sideways,
"The food on the plane is not tasty."
Ginger Ying's ears are numb.
People are also numb.
Oh shit.
He is acting like a baby.
She blinked: "Let me see what's in the kitchen, and make you something?"
He nodded against her earlobe.
Meng Jingshu didn't come back to live here for a while, and the housekeeper only came to clean on time, so the refrigerator was naturally empty, with only a few eggs left. Jiang Ying looked at the date on the label, it was less than a month old, and he could still eat it.
There are some rice noodles in the cupboard, she said: "I can only cook egg noodles."
Meng Jingshu nodded again. He was probably tired too, leaning against her lazily, with an expression of unwillingness to think.
After Jiang Ying finished speaking, she felt pitifully monotonous.
She thought that there was still some fruit in her luggage, and she brought it together because she was worried that it would be spoiled after leaving for too long.
"I also brought some small tomatoes, and I went to the skin to adjust some vinegar and sugar to make the soup base" When it comes to food, she is always willing to spend a little thought, "Then don't beat the eggs into the soup, use fried, OK?"
Meng Jingshu nodded frequently.
After entering the door, Meng Jingshu stuck to Jiang Ying's back like a Velcro. When she was cooking, he stood behind and wrapped around her slender waist, with his chin resting on the top of her head, the height was just right. He also had boring conversations with her from time to time, and her vocal cords buzzed above her head.
"Why do you need to boil water?"
Jiang Ying lightly made a cross on the small cherry tomatoes: "Boil them so they can be peeled."
After being baptized in boiling water, the peel of the incision was really curled up and turned out, and it fell off after being torn twice. She cut the small fruit into two pieces and fried them in oil.
He asked again: "Can fruit really be eaten like this?"
Jiang Ying said: "I haven't tried it, it's reasonable."
After a minute or two, the tomatoes began to soften, and Jiang Ying poured boiling water into the pot to cook.
"When will you start cooking?"
"Probably when I was a child?"
"How small is it?"
Jiang Ying yawned silently again: "Elementary school, my parents said that I loved messing around in the kitchen since I was very young. At that time, the house we lived in had a high stove, and I was short, so I went to bring a chair. , stepped on it to cook. Afterwards, my parents told me that the pot was bigger than me, and they were really worried that I would fall into it if I sprained my foot.¡±
Meng Jingshu smiled softly: "Cute."
He leaned over from the side, trying to kiss her.
Jiang Ying suppressed a smile and avoided it, and slapped him: "Don't make trouble, go and get the noodles."
The soup in the pot was bubbling and bubbling, the tomatoes had boiled, and the soup had turned into an attractive color. She added some seasoning to it, and the aroma immediately increased exponentially.
Meng Jingshu really felt his stomach growling.
Jiang greeted the noodles he handed over, took a proper amount and put it into the pot. After a few tens of seconds, they began to soften, and she used a pair of chopsticks to stir them.
Meng Jingshu thought of something, went to get his mobile phone, took a few photos quietly behind her, and sent them to grandma.
"My girlfriend made me supper."
The old man went to bed early, and Meng Jingshu didn't think about what grandma could reply.
He was obviously by his side, but he couldn't help himself from zooming in on a few photos in the dialog box. Thin white and smooth fingers, put together with chopsticks and a steaming pot, how come they look so good
Clean fingers.
He was taken aback suddenly, then turned to look at Jiang Ying's hand.
Really nothing, not the same as his.
Jiang Ying put oil on another frying pan and held the egg in his hand to wait for the oil to heat up.
Suddenly he heard him calling her from behind: "Jiang Ying."
His voice was inexplicably cold, Jiang Ying frowned slightly: "Huh?"
"Where's the ring?"
"Put it in the bag??. "She cracked open the egg shell and put it into the pot with a squeak.
"Why did you take it off?"
The displeasure in his tone got on Jiang Ying's nerves. She turned the fire on the side of the fried eggs to the minimum, and the crackling sound of frying gradually became more cautious.
"Of course it's because of the inconvenience."
"How inconvenient is it? Is it inconvenient for people to see?" He asked step by step.
"I'm going to meet the client in the detention center today. Do you think it's convenient to wear a diamond ring on this occasion?" She also calmed down, with impatience in her words.
It wasn't a serious matter at first, but the other party's bad attitude intensified the conflict.
"You've been in the detention center all day? It's hard to wear it back after the end?"
Jiang Ying inhaled, and turned off the fire to cook the noodles to the minimum, the bubbles and gurgles were barely audible.
She turned to look at him, crossed her arms on her chest: "What do you mean?"
Meng Jingshu also stared at her: "Do you still remember what you said to Mr. Hong in the one?"
At that time, he had just officially broken up with Fu Xuan, and Hong Binyu's conversation with Jiang Ying in the bar was disrupted by him. Hong Binyu satirized him for being unfaithful. Jiang Ying was upset that she was implicated, and when she saw the whitish ring mark on Hong Binyu's ring finger, she choked back.
It happened eight hundred years ago, Jiang Ying was still drunk that night, how could he remember, let alone understand what he meant.
She frowned: "What did you say? Aren't you right next to me? What can I tell him? I remember that you had a lively chat with a hot girl you met for the first time. Didn't you also exchange contact information?"
She sneered: "Why didn't you go out with her that night?"
Meng Jingshu's expression seemed to be frozen: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Jiang Ying turned his head away, not looking at him. She knew she shouldn't take this kind of irrelevant bad debt as an excuse, but it was impossible to apologize at this time.
She took a few deep breaths, lowered her voice, and tried to be as calm as possible: "So, what do you mean by being so hot and cold?"
His Adam's apple rolled, and he tried to calm down, explaining to her,
"That day, at my friend's marriage proposal ceremony, many people brought their female companions, but I didn't have one, there were quite a few" He wanted to say that going to a banquet alone is easy to be coveted by others, and he was tired of coping, so he decided to buy it that day. The purpose of the ring is to let people know that they are the Lord and avoid many unnecessary troubles. He hoped she would value the meaning of the ring too.
But Jiang Ying interrupted him a little excitedly: "Are you blaming me? Blame me for having to work, so I didn't accompany you to attend your friend's important occasion?"
A heart sinks under the pressure of a stone.
"Do you think I'm such a person who doesn't know right from wrong?" He hoarse.
Jiang Ying said, "I don't know."
"I do not know what that means!"
"literal meaning."
Meng Jingshu was completely enraged, he pulled her hands away from her chest, forcing her to give up this subconscious defensive posture.
"You say I'm hot and cold, what about you, what do you think of me?" He held her hand firmly, "I can't live at home, I would rather go to such a far place at night than tell me a word ? If I come back later, will I not even know where you are going, will I be kicked out of the door again inexplicably?!"
Jiang Ying wanted to pull out her hand, but she didn't succeed. Instead, she was held tighter and hurt.
She was also very angry: "How do I know that you came back early! You are not here, so what's the use of telling you? If I go to Huang Yanfei's place, I will definitely tell you after I settle down. How could you not know. Besides , the key is also in your hand, who can prevent you from entering, please explain something reasonable!"
"You never reasoned with me."
His eyes hurt Jiang Ying.
She was suddenly very tired: "Okay, stop arguing. It doesn't make sense anyway, it's all nonsense. I'm very tired, go to bed early, okay?"
If one side of the battlefield is turned off, the other side will naturally be unable to fight. She surrendered first, but he felt that he was the loser. Gunpowder smoke passed through, devastated everywhere.
The things on the stove are also a mess. After arguing for so long, no one pays attention to the pot. No matter how small the fire is, the things will be cooked.
Meng Jingshu let go.
Jiang Ying turned around to clean up the mess.
The eggs are battered and the noodles are lumpy.
"You can order takeaway, I can't eat anymore." She whispered, and then went to get the trash can to clean it up.
Meng Jingshu stopped her and said stubbornly: "You can eat it."
Jiang Ying was impatient: "It's hard to eat."
"I eat."
Jiang Ying closed her eyes and threw the trash can on the ground.
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Jiang Ying closed her eyes and threw the trash can on the ground.
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