he became my love

……

After returning from a business trip, Rong Qiao was a little unspeakably abnormal, but he was still as considerate as ever in treating Qin Yiming, but the time to go home was getting later and later.

Perhaps because of time travel, he had a fever for a long time, so there were many antipyretics and anti-inflammatory medicines at home, which were not suitable for relying on. Qin Yiming was originally unwilling to take them, and now Rongqiao no longer allows him to take them.The fever that relied on antibiotics was later replaced by hydration and self-immunity to fight.

Both Qin Yiming and Qin Shen are people who can only eat but can't cook, because the "chef" in the family returns late one after another, and the other person who is at home should also make some changes and take the initiative to undertake housework.

……

After six o'clock in the evening, the sky outside the window had already darkened, and the lights were turned on in the room. As expected, it was Rong Qiao's late return again.

Although he was told to wait at home, Qin Yiming, who was busy temporarily modifying the appearance of some cooperation machines at noon, was not full, and was a little hungry early.Looking at the time on the watch on the wall, Qin Yiming stood up, turned off the TV and walked to the kitchen.

He found a not-so-young cookbook from the gap in the closet. After flipping through it twice, he confirmed that the content in it did not meet his current level. He calmly dusted the recipe and put it back where it was. Find a suitable recipe for the ingredients.

Seems like... scrambled eggs is the easiest one.

After carefully watching all the steps, he opened the handle of the refrigerator and picked out three eggs with tragic fates for the experiment.Qin Yiming raised his eyebrows. After hesitating for a moment, even if he didn't like the taste of scallions, he peeled off two scallions and used them as ingredients.

Break up the three eggs, add a spoonful of salt in it according to the steps, and then move your eyes to the green and white green onions.

Scrambled eggs is a big dish for Qin Yiming, who prepares the ingredients with great interest. The person who can only be the chef when Rong Qiao is not home is in a particularly good mood.Shake off the remaining water droplets on the onion, chop one of them into two pieces, and then lay it flat on the cutting board and cut it carefully.

Because the action is very slow, the chopped green onions look extraordinarily well-proportioned.

——It seems that two green onions and three eggs are too much.

The green onion as thick as an index finger was only half used to fill the small plate. Qin Yiming held up the knife and hesitated whether to continue, when there was a sound of the door opening outside, it seemed...it was Rong Qiao who had returned.

"Qin Shen? Qin Shen, are you at home?"

"Well……"

Those who planned to concentrate on cooking ignored the rest of the voices, and Rong Qiao, who arrived home later, did not see Qin Yiming at the first sight when he entered the door, so he immediately raised his volume and began to look for someone.Unexpectedly, his sudden voice startled the person holding the kitchen knife, and accidentally hurt his hand.

"What are you doing in the kitchen?"

Before the blood spread from the tip of the index finger, those who returned late found their target.

Qin Yiming pressed his index finger and turned his head, and happened to meet Rong Qiao who looked panic-stricken, and when he saw his wound, the other's frown deepened in an instant.

"Seeing that you haven't come back, I'll cook first." She smiled awkwardly, and the onion juice soaked into the wound felt spicy.

Rong Qiao didn't talk nonsense with Qin Yiming, but directly dragged him over and out of the kitchen, and quickly took the disinfectant and band-aids and stood still: "Why do you cook if you don't know how to cook?"

"I don't want to learn because of that..."

"If you don't, you can't touch it!"

Because of the wound on his fingertips, Rong Qiao suddenly amplified the volume, obviously full of anger.

Just a small wound.

It's not clear why Rong Qiao is so angry, the hatred in that person's always affectionate black eyes almost buried him at this moment.

After skillfully wrapping up the wound on his fingertips, Rong Qiao also realized his gaffe. He lowered his eyes for a while, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand and knocked on Qin Yiming's head.

"Hmm..." Because of his standing posture, he didn't notice Rong Qiao's change at all. The sound of being slapped on the forehead was loud, and it didn't hurt.

"Don't get hurt again, do you hear me?" Xu Shi also felt that he had knocked too hard, and Rong Qiao's palm rubbed the slightly warmer forehead again, completely 'one stick and one sweet date', to fool the child Practice: "When I'm not around, protect your body and don't allow you to get hurt."

"Isn't it okay to lose a single hair?"

"Yes, no."

Asking cautiously, half in joke and half in confirmation, Qin Yiming got Rong Qiao's affirmative answer, and when he smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up at the same time.

Therefore, Rongqiao is still that Rongqiao.

During this period of time, I always felt that there was something wrong with the people around me, but now I completely dispelled my worries, and in the blink of an eye, I forgot the depth in Rong Qiao's eyes.

……

When the chef returns, the 'right to serve the dinner' is naturally transferred back.

Qin Yiming stayed in the kitchen holding his fingers wrapped in bandages, watching Rongqiao busy back and forth.He took off his suit and changed into home clothes when he didn't come. The white shirt and calico apron looked particularly pleasing to the eye.

I really can't imagine how Rongqiao fell in love with this flowered apron in the first place.

Simply fried the 'big meal' that someone didn't come and finished, stewed a pot of mushroom soup, took out the chicken from the refrigerator, quickly fried two chickens and drained them out.

Rongqiao has always been particular about meals.

After everything was dealt with, Qin Yiming had to be arranged to load the dishes. At this moment, Rong Qiao realized that the other person who stayed in the kitchen was looking at him in a daze: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay... just getting more and more hungry." Especially after the aroma of chicken came out.

"Well--"

"Then eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small piece of minced meat was stuffed into Qin Yiming's mouth.Moreover, it is not very hot, and the temperature is just right.

"Okay, I'm going to change clothes. By the way, don't use knives without authorization in the future, don't hurt yourself, not anywhere."

"kindness."

It's great to have this person around.

Sighing in his heart, even knowing that Rong Qiao was going to change clothes, his eyes never left his back.At this time, the mobile phone screen on the dining table suddenly lit up. Qin Yiming looked down, but found that it was a schedule reminder, and the name was——

Rong Qiao's birthday.