The second male who guards silently, you can't afford it

"What are you doing?" Murong Jiu couldn't bear to open the sliding door and poked his head to ask.

"delicious."

Shao Qihan's vague answer aroused Murong Jiu's curiosity even more abruptly. He walked behind Shao Qihan a few steps, looked sideways, and saw Shao Qihan holding a frying pan in one hand and a spoon in the other. There was something green in it.

"What is this?" Murong Jiu frowned and looked at the bowl of strangely colored liquid, he sniffed it again, and found that the aroma was emanating from the bowl of thick liquid that looked like porridge, not porridge, soup, not soup.

"Vegetable soup." Shao Qihan opened the cupboard and took out a fork and spoon to rinse with water, then handed it to Murong Jiu and said, "Try it."

Murong Jiu picked up the porcelain bowl, stirred it with a spoon, and found that the bowl was indeed made of green plant leaves, and when he picked up the spoon, he could see pieces of fine leaves sliding down the smooth fork tines.

Under Shao Qihan's expectant gaze, Murong Jiu took a spoonful and put it into his mouth. After savoring it carefully, he smacked his lips and said, "It tastes good!" Looking around, he asked incredulously, "That's all?"

"What's more, Ajiu, what are you in a hurry for?" Shao Qihan pointed to the purple casserole beside him and said, "I didn't make much, so how about pouring some out to enhance the flavor?"

Murong Jiu put down the bowl, and eagerly lifted the lid of the pot. He was immediately overwhelmed by the rising white smoke and the rich aroma of the soup. He took a deep breath and covered the casserole, then looked at the proud Shao Qihan and asked: "When did you learn to cook?"

It was just a soup, and Murong Jiu raised Shao Qihan's culinary skills to the level of "can cook". It can be seen that he really didn't have high expectations for Shao Qihan's talents in this area. The so-called higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment, and vice versa. The lower the expectation, the greater the surprise, Murong Jiu is very surprised now.

Facing Murong Jiu's surprised question, Shao Qihan just smiled and didn't answer directly. He began to explain how the soup was made with relish.

Last night, Mama Rong cooked a lot of dishes, but because the main force that destroyed the dishes didn't eat at home, she basically didn't move. There came a serious "fried leftover rice".

"Isn't it delicious? It's boiled in high broth. The vegetables are boiled with alum, scooped up and rinsed with water, then dried, chopped, and then put into the soup to boil."

Murong Jiu nodded as she listened, and after Shao Qihan finished speaking, she couldn't help asking: "Well...is it just this soup?"

Shao Qihan was taken aback, then laughed dumbly and said, "What? You can't wait."

"A little hungry..." Murong Jiu said with a blushing face.

I didn't have dinner last night, and I drank too much and vomited my stomach. When I first woke up, I didn't feel much, but it didn't take long for Murong Jiu to feel that I should eat to replenish some energy.

Murong Jiu, who was blushing, didn't know whether Xingqing's stomach was weakened due to vomiting and diarrhea, and he was no longer hungry, or Xingqing himself could still feel the hunger to prove that he recovered quickly.

"It seems that Dr. Chen is not bad." Shao Qihan nodded, then put on anti-scalding gloves and walked to the steamer on the other side of the kitchen to take out a plate of steaming dishes.

Murong Jiu's gaze followed Shao Qihan's hand, and he saw six square pieces of orange, red and orange steamed pumpkins on a blue and white porcelain plate with a white background.

Shao Qihan put the plate on the small round table in the kitchen and said, "Let's eat here." After speaking, he turned around and took out an empty bowl, scooped porridge from the pressure cooker and poured it into it.

"The soup is still a little greasy because of the addition of broth. You should have some porridge first." Shao Qihan patted the shoulder of Murong Jiu who had already consciously sat in front of the steamed pumpkin, and said considerately: "You have to nourish your stomach." .”

"I know." Murong Jiu smiled gently at Shao Qihan, but that smile was permeable no matter how you looked at it.

Shao Qihan shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly, "Who told you to be messed up yesterday, what is it?" He sat in front of Murong Jiu, and took the small piece of paper that Murong Jiu put on the dining table just now.

Murong Jiu raised his eyes and glanced at the paper that was slowly unfolding in Shao Qihan's hands, then lowered his head and dug a piece of pumpkin with a spoon into his mouth.

"A love letter?" Shao Qihan opened this piece of paper, and cast a sour glance at Murong Jiu who was buried in his meal, but as his eyes scanned, he put away that half-smile expression, and his face became more and more serious.

Shao Qihan looked at the beautiful handwriting on the paper again, and his heart sank more and more.

Ah Jiu...

Shao Qihan silently folded the paper again and cleared his throat.

Murong Jiu looked up at him.

"Hmm...then what..." Shao Qihan looked at Murong Jiu with clear eyes, and after a long time he could hold back a word of comfort: "Well, Ajiu, don't be sad..."

Murong Jiu put down the spoon, looked at Shao Qihan calmly, and said softly, "But I'm very sad."

"You..." Shao Qihan tried his best to stick his butt on the stool, he was afraid that he couldn't help rushing over to hug Murong Jiu into his arms, and comforted him with actions.

"Han, I don't believe this." Murong Jiu pointed at the brocade paper with his eyes lowered, and said with a sigh, "But...do you think this pose looks familiar?"

Shao Qihan nodded.

Just now he found that the handwriting was indeed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Murong Jiu smiled wearily, and said, "Does it resemble my handwriting?"

Shao Qihan nodded sharply again.

"My mother taught me handwriting, and my mother wrote Zanhua Xiaokai. She was only willing to teach me Wang Liu's handwriting, but I was stupid, and I only learned the appearance of my mother's handwriting... After that I want to change it, but it's not far from this." Murong Jiu recounted the past in a calm tone.

"...So Ajiu, are you sure this is Aunt Murong's handwritten letter?" Seeing that Murong Jiu opened his mouth slightly after saying this and was speechless for a while, Shao Qihan couldn't bear to finish for him.

Murong Jiu nodded without saying a word.

"...Although..." Shao Qihan paused, reached out to attach Murong Jiu's hand on the table, tried to soften his voice and comforted him: "I believe you read it too, Auntie treats you as her own son." of."

"But I never thought of it..." Murong Jiu said dryly, "My mother is so kind to me..."

"Ajiu, don't be sad." Shao Qihan couldn't help getting up and pulling Murong Jiu into a hug, and said in a low voice: "Although Auntie is not your biological mother, what is the difference between you and your biological mother? If Auntie hadn't passed away If you don't, I don't want to see you being so sad because of this matter, if you are sad, auntie will be sad, and I... will be sad too..."

Murong Jiu put her head on Shao Qihan's shoulder, and wrapped her hands around his waist involuntarily.

"I... I don't have any relatives now..." Murong Jiu buried his head and choked with difficulty.

Shao Qihan patted Murong Jiu's back lightly, and said softly: "What are you talking about? Auntie is watching you from the sky. If she hears what you say, won't she be angry with you? Besides, even if you are really lonely , and I will accompany you!"

I don't know if Murong Jiu listened to these words, in short, he didn't say a word, he just hugged Shao Qihan tightly in silence, and even hurt Shao Qihan a little.

Shao Qihan sighed in his heart, and hugged Murong Jiu back tightly.

Shao Qihan sighed not only for Murong Jiu, but also for himself.

Poor Ajiu has been unwilling to admit and even hated her father because of her mother, but in the end she finds out that she is not the child of her beloved mother at all. How dramatic this is.

How painful it is to put a piece of fat in your mouth and not be able to eat it, and it is still a piece of fat that is mourning.

Shao Qihan's left half of his brain is clamoring that he should comfort Murong Jiu, telling him that his mother loves him very much, but his right half of his brain is roaring: "You idiot! A dead man is still arguing with you for Ah Jiu, no Aren't you the only one in Ah Jiu's heart without her?"

But the saying that the left hemisphere of the human brain is more developed does have a certain scientific reason, and Shao Qihan's current behavior should prove this sentence, although he is also secretly thinking about how to use this to become Murong Jiu in one fell swoop. the most important person.

He aspires to be the most important person to Murong Jiu, so he has already successfully PKed a woman surnamed Bai with the foresight, and vowed not to let this kind of enemy reappear, but the lessons of history tell him , There is also a woman blocking his Yangguan Avenue.

Now Shao Qihan had such an opportunity, but some qualities in his heart made him give up this idea.

"In any case, Auntie is your mother, Ajiu, and the most important person to you!" When he said this, Shao Qihan felt that what was in his mouth was not body fluid, but a grain A broken heart soaked in old vinegar for a long time.

Shao Qihan "actively" pushed Murong Jiu away who was close to him, put his hands on his shoulders and said sincerely: "Ajiu, you still have me! You forgot how I promised you last night huh? Well, since you forgot, but I repeat..."

Murong Jiu, who was frustrated because he was suddenly pushed away, looked at Shao Qihan in a daze. His eyes were slightly red, and his lips were slightly swollen. It was obvious that he had just buried some saline in Shao Qihan's shoulder.

"No matter what happens to others... Ajiu, I am willing to stay with you for the rest of my life, and I will never leave." Shao Qihan stared at Murong Jiu firmly, then shook the other's shoulder seriously: "Did you hear? We did it Friends who have been friends for more than ten years must be inseparable in the days to come, Ajiu? Did you hear that, Ajiu?"

The author has something to say: Recently, bad luck has plagued me... I dropped the claw machine a few days ago, and the one with the cracked screen is beautiful...

I am still glad that the book can be used, but today a glass of water has a black screen, and I have been running around for a long time to write this code, ahhhhhh

Please appease me please (QдQ)

By the way, the meat will be released when it arrives. Welcome to pay attention to the pomegranate scarf><I put it on the column because I don’t know how to type it o(╯□╰)o please poke it if you don’t mind the trouble