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"Well, I want to eat dumplings."

Zhao Chuyu didn’t get to have the dumpling feast in the morning and wanted to make up for it.

She wasn't feeling nauseous now, so maybe she could give it a try.

Qi Jinan heard this and chuckled, "Okay."

Then, he leaned over, picked her up by the waist, went into the bathroom to wash, went to the cloakroom to change into home clothes, and took the elevator down to the restaurant on the first floor.

Perhaps he knew that she would ask for dumplings after waking up, so two plates of vegetarian dumplings were already warm on the temperature-controlled dining table.

There is no meaty smell, only the fragrant and delicious vegetable taste.

The "gold ingot" that was as round as a ruby ​​caught Zhao Chuyu's attention.

After Qi Jinan put her down on the dining table chair and sat her down, he stretched out his index finger and pointed at the plate of red crystal skin dumplings that made people feel happy just by looking at them.

"I want to eat this. Why does it look a bit like red crystal?"

The dumpling skin is transparent, and the filling inside can be seen clearly, which is very tempting.

Qi Jinan pulled a chair aside and sat next to her. He reached out and picked up the chopsticks, put the designated dumpling to her lips, and explained while feeding her:

"This dumpling wrapper is made of carrot juice mixed with potato flour. When steamed, the dumplings will be as transparent as crystal. It has a name, called crystal glass dumplings."

Having done some homework, he was very knowledgeable when talking about dumplings, which made Zhao Chuyu's eyes light up, but also made her find the loophole in his words.

She calmly ate the dumplings he fed her, and after chewing and swallowing them, she unexpectedly grabbed his right hand to check it.

The right palm with scabbed wound did not look pale from being soaked in water, but recovered well.

But the taste in my mouth is so familiar. It doesn’t come from the chef’s hand. Is it really not made by him?

Seeing this, Qi Jinan's deep eyes flashed a faint smile, and he continued to skillfully use his left hand to pick up a dumpling with spinach juice as the skin for her and put it into her red lips.

"Xiao Chuyu, are you doubting that I won't listen to you?"

Zhao Chuyu chewed slowly and swallowed the dumplings in her mouth before speaking uncertainly: "No, it's just that this tastes exactly the same as the meals you made for me before."

This makes us wonder if he cooked it himself.

Her answer made Qi chuckle and feel very happy. "Xiao Chuyu, can you tell the difference between the taste of my cooking and the taste of the chef's cooking?"

This point made him curious.

Before her, he had never been in the kitchen and cooked all the food according to the recipe instructions.

Relatively speaking, as a novice, his skills are indeed very different from those of professional chefs.

It's not surprising that he can tell them apart easily, but his little Chuyu can actually accurately identify the ingredients he made himself and remember the taste.

Zhao Chuyu had no intention of practicing Tai Chi. She met his gaze and said bluntly, "Well, I can tell the difference. When I eat the food you cook, I feel very warm."

The feeling was too abstract and she couldn't describe it well.

All I can say is that eating the food he cooks will improve her appetite and turn her mood from gloomy to sunny.

She spoke vaguely, but Qi Jinan seemed to understand, and the smile in his eyes grew deeper, "Xiao Chuyu, you are right, I made the dumplings."

The pork bone porridge in the afternoon was also cooked by him.

Just when his little friend was about to "call for justice", he added: "I was wearing gloves when operating, and my right hand was not touched by water."

This is not considered "breach of trust".

Miss Zhao's little hand was still holding his right palm, and the doubt in her eyes had turned into tiny smiles.

He was explaining to her and indirectly telling her that he couldn't bear to see her go hungry.

Knowing that everything he did was for her, her heart, which had long been out of control, was filled with heat.

He was very different from any man she had ever met in the world.

She slowly put down his hand and gave him a heart-warming smile, "You made it very delicious, I like it very much, you can try it too."

After he finished speaking, he picked up another pair of chopsticks, picked up a dumpling and brought it to Qi Jinan's lips.

He must have only been learning for a few days, and to be honest, his skills are much better than hers.

The warm midnight snack time passed by as the couple fed each other.

After one night, the snow gradually melted.

At noon the next day when Zhao Chuyu was in good health, Qi Jinan arranged a private plane for them to return to South City together.

The South City and the capital are located in the south and north respectively, and there is a big difference in temperature.

However, although it did not snow here and the temperature was not as low as below zero, the city was hit by the cold air because it had just rained and the humidity was very high, making people feel cold and shivering.

During the winter vacation, Zhao Chuyu did not have to attend classes. The newly opened clothing company was also managed by professional managers, so she did not need to worry too much and lived a secluded life.

She doesn't like Christmas Eve and Christmas Day which are popular in foreign countries, so she skips them altogether.

Qi Jinan rarely celebrates his own country's festivals, so he would care even less about other countries' festivals.

However, he seemed to be very busy in the days before New Year's Day.

Apart from accompanying his little Chuyu for meals and coaxing her to sleep, he spent the rest of his time in the study, returning to his room to rest at one or two in the morning every day.

Zhao Chuyu didn't think much about it. Maybe it was because it was close to the Spring Festival and there were many things to deal with.

On the night before New Year's Day, he finally had some free time. He held her in his arms and sat in the glass-enclosed sun room on the terrace. He stroked her cheek with his fingertips and whispered:

"Xiao Chuyu, I've been back for more than a week, and I haven't been able to spend time with you. I'll take you to a place to relax tomorrow."

Everything is ready, I hope she likes it.

Qi Jinan's deep and mysterious eyes flashed with a hint of anticipation and a hint of joy.

The warm thin lips slowly fell on her rosy lips, to taste her unique beauty.

Zhao Chuyu had gotten used to his occasional "sneak attacks". She put her little hands around the back of his neck and responded to his kiss lightly.

Ever since she almost had a shooting one night a few days ago, she no longer dared to be so "passionate".

Just because of the price behind the fiery passion, not only my hands are sore, but also my cheeks.

The details are hard for her to describe.

The gentle, low, panting tone hovered above the glass sunroom, sometimes high and sometimes low, mixed with soft and charming words as faint as those of mosquitoes and flies.

"Don't...don't be here."

Although this is his private territory and no one has ever set foot here, and no one dares to use a drone to spy on his life, she is still not used to undressing in the open air.

The soft, boneless little hand tightly pressed the big hand hidden under the skirt, preventing him from going any further.

She clearly didn't try to "tease" him, so why did she go "crazy" again?

The words of defense, accompanied by a gasp, brought back the little bit of rationality that Qi Jinan had lost.

His eyes, burning with intense fire, stared at the charming and unaware beauty in his arms, and he opened his lips with difficulty: "Okay, let's go back to the room."

Then he picked her up, turned around, and strode back to the master bedroom.

Until the end, Zhao Chuyu was unable to ask him where he was going to take her tomorrow.

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