The whole school is waiting for my confession

"Don't say that, Qingyan is lucky to have a friend like you. This child is too worrying."

"The last time he was able to sit at home studying so obediently was when his father locked him at home before the high school entrance examination."

Bai Juan remembered that Jiang Qingyan seemed to have done very well in the high school entrance examination.

A smart mind can really save a lot of hard work.

Chu Yan got up, and casually pointed to a picture on the wall: "But when he was young, he was very obedient and loved to draw. These pictures were all drawn by him."

Bai Juan raised his eyes and followed her movements.

Looking at these paintings carefully now, Bai Juan was slightly surprised.Although he doesn't know how to paint, he can see that the paintings are beautiful and full of imagination.

Those line colors are full of artistic tension that breaks through the ground.

Bai Juan said: "Jiang Qingyan draws very well."

He likes the picture of a little black figure walking barefoot in the snow: in the picture, a person walks alone in the dark night, with a beam of light falling behind him, illuminating a row of bloody footprints.

Chu Yan nodded: "Yes. His father and I wanted to support him to become a painter."

Chu Yan recalled the past with a gentle expression on her face.

"But then he stopped painting."

Bai Juan asked: "Why?"

Chu Yan sighed: "I don't know, the child will have his own ideas when he grows up. But I can see that the more we expect him to do, the more he resists."

Bai Juan was ignorant, but if it was Jiang Qingyan, he would be able to understand.

Jiang Qingyan was different from herself.Bai Juan is like a piece of pottery with a pre-kneaded embryo, his future has gradually become clear, no matter how he changes it, it is just adding some patterns to the established shape.

And Jiang Qingyan is a ball of flames, Bai Juan feels that he is enthusiastic, but at the same time full of uncertainty.

It may be even hotter, but it may also be extinguished.

Just like Jiang Qingyan can give up something at any time, and can also fight for it without hesitation.

Chu Yan looked at Bai Juan and said, "I think you can help him."

Bai Juan opened his eyes wide: "How can I help him, I can't do it." Even his parents can't control him, how can I help him?

What's more, although Bai Juan felt that Jiang Qingyan seemed very stubborn at first.

But now, Bai Juan feels that Jiang Qingyan is not as hopeless as he thought at first.

After all, everyone has pros and cons.When a person's shortcomings are magnified and the original advantages take the main position,

Then he would be repulsive.

The same is true for Jiang Qingyan. People with different positions can see him differently.

For example, for Song Bing, Jiang Qingyan is the good person who once saved her; and for Jiang Qingyan's friends, Jiang Qingyan is also very loyal.

Chu Yan said: "You can. You can make him do his homework honestly, and let him take the initiative to cook. I can't even do this to his own mother."

"Then what should I do?" Bai Juan felt the pressure from Chu Yan's solemn gaze.

Chu Yan said seriously: "Don't give up on him."

"What... what?"

There is no difference between Jiang's mother making this request and not making it.

"I also know how irritating Qingyan is when he is angry. I hope you can tolerate him more and let him not go astray." As she spoke, Chu Yan herself felt a little ashamed, as if she was taking the responsibility of educating her son It's like it's pushed out.

Bai Juan said: "Auntie, don't worry, Jiang Qingyan will get better and better." When he smiled, the whole room became brighter.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise downstairs, and even the well-insulated study could hear the movement.

The two interrupted their conversation and went downstairs.

Bai Juan was dumbfounded when he saw the mess in the kitchen: everything was not where it should be, and there were all kinds of soups with unknown ingredients on the floor.

The smell in the kitchen is also very confusing, an indescribable smell somewhere between bad and disgusting.

... It seems that Jiang Qingyan is also very creative in cooking.

Bai Juan took two tactical steps back, looked at Jiang Qingyan carefully, and felt even more surprised.

——Evidently the kitchen was a mess, but Jiang Qingyan herself was still clean and bright, without any dirt.

Jiang Qingyan saw the two of them, and raised her hand leisurely to say hello.

"It will be fine soon! Don't worry, everything is going well."

His calmness was in stark contrast to the pot that was still making crazy noises.

Chu Yanxiu frowned, trying to smile as hard as she could, but failed.

"Son, did you put a firecracker in the pot?"

"You underestimated me. Wait, there are many delicacies from mountains and seas."

It was the first time Bai Juan saw someone cooking like this, and looked around curiously.

Jiang Qingyan opened the lid of the pot, and an unknown object splashed towards them, and Bai Juan quickly took a few steps back.

At the same time, a very lethal poisonous smoke rushed towards his face. It seemed that the smoke exhaust system in the kitchen had also gone on strike.

Jiang Qingyan waved the spatula, manually fanning the wind to avoid the smoke, the soup on the spatula was thrown onto Chu Yan's skirt with precision.

Chu Yan's original sense of relief disappeared in an instant. She saw the pool of yellow stains on her body and continued to smile: "Son, you... Take it easy, you don't plan to move in the next few years."

Chu Yan's appetite has completely disappeared. If her son eats like this every day, she won't worry about losing weight.

While going back to her room to change clothes, she sent a message to Jiang Huairen, telling him that it might be a blessing in disguise that he couldn't eat the dishes cooked by his son at noon.

However, as a good mother, she must encourage her children to eat up all the food!

Chu Yan secretly made up her mind.

Only Jiang Qingyan and Bai Juan were left in the kitchen, and Bai Juan hadn't been in the kitchen a few times, but after all, the family cooks delicious food, so he could be more or less familiar with it.

And the few times he had experience in the kitchen were well received by his family, so he couldn't help but want to remind Jiang Qingyan of some basic kitchen knowledge.

For example: the fish in this pot must at least have its scales removed first.Looking at the appearance of the fish in front of him, Bai Juan reasonably suspected that the fish didn't even remove its internal organs.

Jiang Qingyan refused Bai Juan's help, he said: "I'm almost ready, you just wait over there to eat. You are here, be careful that I accidentally hurt you."

Bai Juan: You also know that cooking by yourself will hurt people.

But he was full of worries about the next fate in his heart, and he deeply understood what Jiang Qingyan's mother meant by "don't give up on him".

He opened several windows to ventilate, came to the dining table, and carefully observed the dishes that had been cooked.

Hmm... the dark one on the left should be the burnt charcoal in the middle of the egg, maybe it's sweet and sour pork ribs.

Bai Juan thought, is it still too late to find Shen Zhizi?How could I naively think that Jiang Qingyan was reliable.

However, beginners dare to challenge all kinds of complicated dishes, which is worthy of him.

Just as she was thinking, Shen Zhizi's news popped up.

She asked, "Xiaobai, what's going on there?"

Bai Juan said: "It's time to eat, have you eaten yet?" He was looking forward to it.

Shen Zhizi: "I've already eaten it! You guys eat it too!"

The tired expectations were in vain.

Shen Zhizi: "So...a secret question, which one of you cooks?"

Bai Juan took a picture of "Delicacy from Mountains and Seas" on the table and gave it to her: Jiang Qingyan cooks.

Over there, when Shen Zhizi saw this picture, she almost dropped her phone.

She slapped the picture on Song Bing's face who was still muttering about going back to find Jiang Qingyan.

excuse me.

Seeing Song Bing, he was silent for a moment, and then took two more mouthfuls of rice in satisfaction.

Shen Zhizi thought about it for a long time and came up with a plan.

"This is really... a very special dish, and I think it should taste good enough. Otherwise, Xiaobai, why don't you make two dishes yourself?"

Knowing how to cook is a big bonus, and Bai Juan should be able to gain a lot of favorability based on Jiang Qingyan's comparison.

Bai Juan looked at the news, thought for a while, and thought it might be feasible.

Jiang Qingyan's mother begged herself to help Jiang Qingyan well, so she began to teach by precept and example from cooking.He made up his mind and went into the kitchen again.

Ever since, when Chu Yan came down after taking a shower and changing clothes, she found that the situation downstairs had changed.

Bai Juan was cooking in the kitchen in an orderly manner, while his son carefully observed beside him.

After a while, the dishes came out.

Bai Juan cooks a very simple stewed tofu with cabbage.It seems that Jiang Qingyan has ruined all the ingredients in the refrigerator, and there are only these two ingredients left.

Bai Juan placed the clean dishes in the middle of the dining table, and the clean and light presentation immediately made people salivate against the backdrop of his peers.

The three of them sat down, and Bai Juan asked the elder to move the chopsticks first.

Chu Yan picked up the chopsticks, spun around a few dishes, and reached out to Jiang Qingyan for cooking.

After the entrance, all kinds of strange and complex flavors hit the taste buds at the same time.

Chu Yan swallowed whole, took a sip of tea to clear her throat.

"Well, yes, there is a lot of room for improvement."

Jiang Qingyan pinched the first chopsticks towards tofu. Although he usually doesn't like vegetables, today he finds vegetables to be particularly tempting.

He swallowed it with full expectation, but the tender and smooth taste he imagined did not appear, but what was replaced instead—gastric juice swelled.

Jiang Qingyan tried not to spit it out, and then drank water to moisten her throat at the same time as his mother.

"How is it?" Bai Juan asked.

Jiang Qingyan suppressed her expression: "Not bad."

Jiang Qingyan's mother unceremoniously picked up a large piece of cabbage, and when she swallowed it, two lines of tears almost fell down.

Seeing this, Bai Juan tasted the dishes one by one with a little curiosity. Although Jiang Qingyan's dishes were very dark, they were still acceptable.

But my dish is very subtle, I don't know what seasoning was added wrongly, the most important "taste" is missing in the color, aroma, and it is at a level that I don't even want to touch.

In the end, for such a table of food, everyone couldn't hold on after eating two mouthfuls. Although they all wanted to give each other encouragement, but their health was so serious that they couldn't pretend after two mouthfuls.

In the end, it was Chu Yan who waved her hand and ordered a table of takeaways.

After a meal, the three people at the table had their own thoughts.

Chu Yan: It seems that neither of the two children has much talent for cooking, so let's give up as soon as possible.

Jiang Qingyan: Cooking is quite fun.

Bai Juan: ...I don't want to cook anymore.