Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

After Song Shiyan came out, he asked her: "Why are you looking at me?"

Maybe it was because he was back home, he casually tugged at the tie around his neck, not messing it up, but just making it looser, giving him a more casual, boyish look.

Wang Yinyin supported her face with her hands and said to him with a smile: "Nothing, I just think you are amazing."

Song Shiyan thought about it and felt that "wonderful" was a positive word.

His eyesight was very good, and even from a distance he could still see the sweat oozing out of Wang Yinyin due to housework.

He instinctively felt a little unhappy about suffering from such meaningless labor.

Song Shiyan didn't think he was feeling sorry for Wang Yinyin, he just didn't like this way of working.

Although he didn't like letting outsiders into his house, Song Shiyan made a balance in his mind, weighed the importance of these two things, and said to Wang Yinyin lightly.

"You don't have to do these things in the future. I will find a housekeeper to come to your house every day to take care of these chores."

Labor in third-tier cities is not expensive, but the salary of a housekeeper who comes to work every day is probably higher than Wang Yinyin's.

But she had no intention of refusing. She didn't like doing these things. She would become ugly if she did housework every day. It would be best if she could not do it.

There was a gleam in her eyes, a sweet smile on her beautiful face, and her voice was so delicate that if a third person could hear it, their faces would surely tremble.

"Thank you Shi Yan, you really care about your sister-in-law. You are much better than your brother in this respect."

But unfortunately, the person in front of her was Song Shiyan, and she only got a calm reply from him: "You're welcome."

It seemed as if the wind from the valley was blowing across his brows, making him look free and cool.

But Wang Yinyin was a person who always took advantage of opportunities, and the colder Song Shiyan acted, the more enthusiastic Wang Yinyin became towards him.

"How about I make you something delicious now as a reward?"

She has a charming appearance and a sweet voice, but what she says is hard to agree with.

Although he didn't know what miracles she would perform, Song Shiyan saw how excited she was and just smiled and said, "Just do it if you are happy."

Wang Yinyin stood up and headed for the kitchen. When she passed by him, she said to him, "How can I be unhappy? Cooking for someone I love gives me a special sense of accomplishment. As long as you are willing, I will cook for you every meal."

She went into the kitchen.

Song Shiyan turned on the TV and started watching TV. Animal World was his favorite.

The naked desires of animals are much more comfortable to watch than those of humans. In this respect, he feels that Wang Yinyin is a bit like an animal.

He doesn't like to do things that are not worth it. If Wang Yinyin doesn't enjoy cooking, he won't let her do it.

Because the positive emotions Wang Yinyin can get from cooking is the only value of her cooking, and this value seems to be worth wasting his time sitting at a dining table with her to eat.

It took about an hour for Wang Yinyin to help Song Shiyan confirm his thoughts again.

The positive emotions that Wang Yinyin can get from cooking are indeed the only value of her cooking. The three dishes and one soup she made also prove that the reason why a miracle is called a miracle is because the probability of its occurrence is extremely low.

She maintained the same standard as in the morning, and Song Shiyan was served a table of mediocre and unpalatable dishes.

But under Wang Yinyin's expectant eyes, Song Shiyan ate two bowls of rice with the black dishes on the table and drank a bowl of soup with a shrimp smell.

He ate with great rhythm and a relaxed expression on his face, making it impossible to tell that he was eating a table full of unpalatable food.

Just after finishing his meal, his lips became even redder and his face was like a painting, making people want to kiss him.

Wang Yinyin purposely only served a small half bowl of rice, and after a difficult struggle she finally finished the bowl, and gave herself an answer in her heart.

After careful investigation and rigorous reasoning, she found out that her brother-in-law liked to eat her unpalatable dishes.

Don’t you see that all the food on the table is almost cleared?

Thinking of this, Wang Yinyin felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. Someone really liked the food she cooked.

While Wang Yinyin was happily immersed in her own world, Song Shiyan cleaned up the table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

It was already past one o'clock when he finished the meal, and there were only ten minutes left before the lunch break he had set for himself.

He is very methodical when he works, and things like cleaning are a pleasure to watch.

Song Shiyan quickly finished his work and returned to his room. His biological clock couldn't go wrong.

After he left, Jiang Zhiyi also returned to his room.

Jiang Zhiyi asked 321 somewhat awkwardly: "Are there any products in the mall that can help me improve my cooking skills? I was planning to impress him by being a good wife and mother, but I didn't expect that my skills wouldn't allow it."

321 searched carefully and said, "Host, there are no products that can be used directly for this basic life skill, but there are teaching videos and rare recipes. Do you want them?"

Jiang Zhiyi felt a little sad after seeing that his cheating path was cut off: "No, I'm in modern society, how can I use points to buy teaching videos?"

321 silently stabbed the host: "But can you learn it by following those instructional videos?"

His tone was pure and innocent, and it was clear that he spoke from the bottom of his heart. Jiang Zhiyi was seriously injured.

Song Shiyan is now studying at Ancheng No. 12 Middle School. The school's study workload is very heavy. The evening self-study session starts at pm and lasts until pm, but the lights in the dormitory building are not turned off until pm. The meaning is self-evident.

It's now four o'clock, and Song Shiyan set off with his schoolbag and a small black suitcase.

The black and white school uniform has large cuffs and the style is not good-looking, but when worn on Song Shiyan, it looks like he is shooting a youth magazine.

Wang Yinyin helped him straighten his already neat collar, and reluctantly said to him, "Don't you have any other time off this month to go home?"

Song Shiyan didn't understand her reluctance, but he could feel her sadness. Although he didn't understand, Song Shiyan still hoped that she would not be sad.

So he bent down, his almond-shaped eyes filled with aloofness and coldness were filled with lazy tenderness, and he spoke to Wang Yinyin in his voice as smooth as a stream.

"I will ask the teacher for permission. Whenever you want, you can come to the school to find me. I will wait for you at the door."

Wang Yinyin's feeling of loss disappeared when she heard Song Shiyan's words.

The rules of Ancheng No. 1 Middle School are very abnormal. They are euphemistically called to prevent parents from delaying students' studies. Parents can only see students once a week at the school gate, and students are not allowed to bring food from their parents into the school. The reason is that they are afraid that students will get stomachaches.

Her rose-like face smiled like a sunflower, looking bright and charming. She nodded heavily, and a rich fragrance emanated from her body.

"Yeah! You have to remember to think about me too."

Song Shiyan smiled gently, with a small dimple appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"I'll miss you."

Although I don't know how he convinced the teacher, he can definitely do it if he says so. After all, he is so amazing!