My singer girlfriend is super fierce.

Children from poor families grow up early.

I'm not kidding, Ye Zhiqiu is indeed quite independent, and cooking is no problem.

His cooking skills are certainly not comparable to those of restaurants, but his movements are also very skillful and neat.

In the past, when Ye's father was not at home for work, and Ye's mother Lin Huifen went out to work and sometimes had no time to cook, it was often Ye Zhiqiu who prepared meals for both him and Ye Zitong.

When he was in junior high school, Ye's mother prepared the food in advance and ate it after heating it up, and gradually he cooked it himself.

While Ye Zhiqiu was busy, Yu Caiwei didn't leave, but stood at the kitchen door and watched steadily.

"It's ready!"

After two bowls of steaming noodles were cooked, Yu Caiwei ran up with a "dengdeng" stare.

"It smells so good." Yu Caiwei sniffed and was about to reach out to help carry it.

Ye Zhiqiu grabbed her, "It's hot."

After saying that, he took two heat-insulating gloves from the side and carried one bowl in each hand.

Seeing Yu Caiwei's hands, which were whiter than scallions, and her kitchen utensils, which were as new as his own, Ye Zhiqiu had no doubt that this girl had never been in the kitchen.

Let's do it ourselves. Kitchen novices are very scary.

Behind Ye Zhiqiu, Yu Caiwei playfully stuck out her tongue and followed closely behind.

"Wait." When Ye Zhiqiu walked to the dining table, Yu Caiwei suddenly called out.

"Huh?" Ye Zhiqiu turned back in confusion.

Yu Caiwei pointed to the coffee table in front of the sofa and whispered, "Can we eat there?"

Although he felt a little strange, Ye Zhiqiu naturally had no objection and walked towards the sofa.

Yu Caiwei's eyes flashed with a little pride, and her steps unconsciously followed with a little excitement.

The dining table was too big, and she didn't want the two of them to sit too far away.

Ye Zhiqiu put down the two bowls of noodles, and Yu Caiwei had already sat next to him.

With the remote control at hand, Ye Zhiqiu turned on the 70-inch TV.

In the dead of night, on one side was the breeze from the Huapu River at night, and on the other side was the neon light that occasionally dimmed. In the rising heat, the two people sitting on the sofa leaned against each other and ate noodles quietly.

From the wide and slightly empty living room, the sound of an unknown TV series came.

Suddenly, a faint sense of warmth rose in the hearts of the two.

Considering not to add too much pressure to the stomach, Ye Zhiqiu did not make too much, just enough to fill the stomach.

After finishing his own portion, Ye Zhiqiu glanced at Yu Caiwei and was a little surprised.

Very good, eaten cleanly.

Ye Zhiqiu was about to get up and took the bowl to wash, but the action was stopped by a resistance.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Yu Caiwei who was holding his wrist.

"Sit down first."

Yu Caiwei blushed slightly, and her voice was a little coquettish.

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned and sat down again.

The sofa is designed to be ergonomic, and it is very comfortable to lean your back against it.

Ye Zhiqiu took his hand and pulled it gently.

Yu Caiwei leaned over, her back resting on Ye Zhiqiu's right arm, and the two of them were shoulder to shoulder, half hugging each other and facing the TV.

At this time, the movie channel on the TV happened to be playing a night entertainment broadcast program.

The screen showed Yu Caiwei on stage to receive the [Best Female Singer Award] tonight.

The bold title was "New generation singer Yu Caiwei won awards in succession, and she will be crowned tonight! The youngest queen of the music world is born!"

Seeing this title, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly remembered something and asked, "Weiwei, what year are you?"

He knew Yu Caiwei's birthday, Tong Yao told him.

But at that time, she only circled the lunar month and day on the calendar, and didn't say what year she was born!

The month was more than two months different from his, but Ye Zhiqiu was not sure if she was born a year later than him.

Should be, right? Otherwise...

Yu Caiwei was nestling comfortably in Ye Zhiqiu's arms. She didn't think that a woman's age was a secret, so she said a number naturally.

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes widened suddenly.

"What about you?" Yu Caiwei asked casually.

"..." Ye Zhiqiu remained silent.

After waiting for a long time for Ye Zhiqiu's response, Yu Caiwei suddenly reacted, became energetic, and straightened her body.

"Hurry up." As if she understood something, Yu Caiwei had a mischievous smile on her lips.

Ye Zhiqiu was helpless and pouted: "The same year as you."

So, Yu Caiwei is a few dozen days older than him? Ye Zhiqiu was a little speechless.

"So that's how it is." Yu Caiwei's eyes lit up slightly, and she came closer and smiled, "Little Zhiqiu."

"Call me, sister."

Yu Caiwei's pretty face suddenly came closer, and she smiled sweetly. Ye Zhiqiu could clearly see his reflection in her eyes...

Suddenly, Ye Zhiqiu's heartbeat quickened, his breath burned, and his lips became dry...

Ye Zhiqiu didn't answer.

Yu Caiwei, who was close at hand, seemed to have noticed Ye Zhiqiu's change, and her cheeks turned red again.

The warmth was driven away, and the ambiguous atmosphere suddenly came.

Looking at the pair of eyes staring at him, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly made a decision in his heart.

Confession! Now! Immediately!

Sometimes confession is so strange. You think about the timing, scene, and way to speak for a long time, but when the heart is moved, you can't help it.

If you also encounter such a moment, remember this sentence.

Hesitation will lead to defeat!

Don't hesitate, this moment is the best time.

So, Ye Zhiqiu put his hand on Yu Caiwei's shoulder.

Yu Caiwei seemed to have guessed what would happen next, and her eyelashes trembled.

Ye Zhiqiu looked serious, "Weiwei, I like..."

"Dinglingling!!!"

The sudden ring of the mobile phone was so piercing that it frightened the young man and woman who were immersed in the ambiguous atmosphere in the dead of night.

Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly looked at his phone, and when he saw the name of the caller, the anger in his heart was about to erupt like volcanic magma.

Yu Caiwei also curiously looked at the phone on the table.

Caller: Ye Zitong.

Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and answered it.

"You..."

Before the first word was spoken, Ye Zitong screamed.

"Ahhhhh!!! Brother, you won the award! The best lyricist of the Chinese New Song Award!!"

"The last hand-wiping action was so handsome, and that Huang Xishan was so disgusting, so annoying!"

"..." At this time, Ye Zhiqiu had only one thought in his mind.

You are even more annoying!

Are you still my sister? ! Do you know what you just interrupted? ! The confession atmosphere that was accumulated with great difficulty was all messed up by you!

It was nearly eleven o'clock now. Ye Zitong, the crazy girl, was in her third year of high school. She must have finished her evening study at nine o'clock and watched the replay of the program at home before she knew what happened at the award ceremony.

Ye Zitong's voice was so loud that even without the speakerphone turned on, Yu Caiwei beside her could hear it clearly.

At this time, Yu Caiwei blinked twice with curiosity and moved closer to Ye Zhiqiu...

Ye Zitong was still talking nonstop over there. Ye Zhiqiu took another deep breath and said calmly.

"Ye, Zi, Tong"

"Do you know what time it is now?"