The president is committing suicide

"Why don't you be nicer to others?" Xiao Mimi said.

Ding Jiaying nodded: "I'll try my best."

"Be nice to yourself, too."

I am so touched. Xiao Mimi is indeed a caring friend.

"You should eat the fat meat that is right in front of you. Don't put your body at risk. It's a waste if you don't show any affection to the beauty in front of you."

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Ding Jiaying felt that Xiao Mimi's image as a philosopher friend lasted too short a time.

It was already past eleven when I got home, a quarter to twelve.

I looked up and saw that there was indeed a light in his window upstairs.

"Mrs. Wang, is there any soup for dinner?" This was the first time that Ding Jiaying asked about matters in the kitchen.

"Madam, snow pear soup is good for clearing the lungs and moistening the throat. Now is the time to drink it."

"Pour out two bowls, and then you can go off work and have a rest."

How could Wang's wife dare to neglect her like this? "Madam, are you going to deliver it to the gentleman? Please let me do it. The gentleman said before that your hand was injured, so try not to do anything."

Ding Jiaying laughed at him for making a fuss: "It's not that serious, my hands are not useless. Don't listen to him."

Mrs. Wang was still standing there, not daring to move.

Ding Jiaying insisted, "I know whether I can do it or not. How can I not make the decision on such a small matter in this family?"

Mrs. Wang was very frightened. The lady had never been like this before. She quickly served two bowls of snow pear soup on the tray and left.

Ding Jiaying also brought back a lot of barbecue, I don’t know if this guy can eat any.

Anyway, Xiao Mimi said that if Shen Cong ate these things, she would lose a piece of chocolate to Ding Jiaying.

It doesn't matter what the stakes are, the key is to win.

She thought she had never met Shen Cong, but her sister said that was not the case.

In the summer before her senior year, her sister went to the Shen family to tutor, and she found a cafe not far away and sat there to do her homework while waiting for her.

She didn't know what a top student needed to be taught, so she felt that her sister was really a little sad during that time.

My sister said that this young master doesn’t eat much and is so thin that he doesn’t even want to talk.

Even though he had a fever and rashes on his arms, he still insisted on studying.

Ding Jiaying felt that the child was quite pitiful.

My sister works very hard, but she can't get used to the food there and always feels uncomfortable.

Ding Jiaying knew that her sister had a mild allergy to seafood since she was a child. Although it would not be a big problem, it would always make people feel uncomfortable.

It is very likely that the cook at home added seafood broth to the soup when cooking, so even if it was not seafood, she was allergic.

That day, Ding Jiaying brought a barbecue for Ding Yumin as lunch, which was all meat and no seafood. She also asked her to repeatedly promise that she would never eat at Shen's house before she gave up.

When she came back, her sister told her that she had eaten the lunch she had prepared.

In fact, it was not the case. Shen Cong became interested in Ding Yumin's lunch and actually asked her to give her lunch to him.

This clever little boy was always very quiet, and the housekeeper at home said that he never had any desire or request for food.

Ding Yumin agreed without thinking too much and gave her barbecue to Shen Cong.

When he left, he actually thanked me for a barbecue for the first time. You know, he had been teaching for so many days, and his expression was always indifferent.

"Did you do this?"

Ding Yumin did not hide it: "No. My sister did it."

When the course ended, Ding Jiaying was waiting for her in front of Shen's house on time.

When Ding Yumin turned around, she saw Shen Cong, who never went to the balcony on the second floor, standing there looking at them.

Ding Jiaying waved her hand as a greeting out of politeness.

It was a very casual meeting, no wonder Ding Yumin took a long time to remember it.

Barbecue. Yes, Ding Jiaying made the barbecue herself that day because she doesn’t know how to cook in other ways.

Carrying pear soup and some grilled skewers that were not presentable on the table, Ding Jiaying knocked on Shen Cong's door.

"Eat something?"

Shen Cong took a step back, let the person in, and naturally took the tray with his hand.

"Why are you still awake so late? Are you working?" After Ding Jiaying learned from Xiao Mimi that she used to have a curfew, she felt like that guy and thought that she was the one who made everyone around her behave abnormally.

Shen Cong did not answer his question but asked: "Is it too late?"

Ding Jiaying frowned, she had dug a hole for herself. If she said it was late, then she was late. If she said it was not late, then why should she have a midnight snack? Why should she care about others?

You shouldn't feel sorry for people carelessly, and you shouldn't be here.

This guy is still angry.

"How should I answer?" She honestly showed her embarrassment on her face.

Shen Cong put the tray on the table: "It smells good. What did you bring back?"

He didn't push her too hard, and Ding Jiaying didn't continue to make trouble. She walked over to him and tore off the tin foil: "I had a drink at Xiao Mimi's house and there was nothing to eat, so I made some barbecue myself. They were very short of ingredients, only a little oil and salt, not even chili peppers."

Shen Cong raised his eyebrows: "It's really healthy. It's a very special method."

Ding Jiaying spread her hands and said, "With these conditions, if there is really nothing else to eat, there is also Wang's wife's stewed pear with rock sugar."

"Will you get poisoned if you eat it?" Shen Cong turned his head and asked her while picking up a skewer of meat.

Ding Jiaying checked the time on her phone: "Xiao Mimi ate first. It's been nearly an hour now. She hasn't gone to the hospital yet. She should be fine."

The faint aroma of meat and a slightly burnt taste mixed together subtly aroused Shen Cong's appetite.

He took a bite and chewed it carefully under Ding Jiaying's attentive gaze.

"How about it?"

Shen Cong was silent. Was he thinking about how to say it so as not to undermine his confidence in cooking?

"Just to be honest, I am somewhat self-aware of my cooking skills. But even if it doesn't taste good, at least it's cooked."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten. I'm too full." Ding Jiaying didn't know why he changed the subject.

He smiled brightly: "You are so kind, then these are all mine."

What? Ding Jiaying wondered if she had heard it wrongly. Did this mean she liked it?

She watched Shen Cong eat the slightly burnt skewers of barbecue in front of her one bite after another, and she felt a little complicated.

Anyone who sees the food they cook being recognized and eaten by others will feel proud and happy. After all, this is a recognition of their own abilities.

But at the same time, Ding Jiaying still felt a little reluctant. After all, she had tasted it herself, and these skewers were only edible, definitely not delicious. Was Shen Cong pretending to appreciate it because he was worried that it would spoil her interest?

"you should not……"

Hearing her words, Shen Cong looked into her eyes and said, "I'm not trying to make you happy. I really like it. I rarely had the opportunity to eat these since I was a child, and I wasn't allowed to."

Ding Jiaying was a little surprised. Could it be that she had accidentally captured his stomach?

You are actually this kind of Shen Cong? Captured by the poorly made kebabs?

Xiao Mimi, you owe me a piece of chocolate.