Pretend to be nice

It seems that I don't need to help myself.

Half an hour had passed since Lin Gu'an came out of the shower, and the distressed child who was expected to sit on the ground facing a pile of chaotic boards was no longer there.

The room is a simple wooden bed that has been put together. Even the mattress that Lin Guan bought and put aside has been unpacked and placed on the bed. It is a three-piece cotton bed set of solid color and no pattern.

There is absolutely no need for Lin Guan's help.

Lin Gu'an watched in silence for a long time before feeling in his heart that children are really independent now.

She turned her head and saw a white post-it note pasted at the door, on which she explained Li Qinghe's whereabouts. She went downstairs to throw a cardboard box to buy things. People can be recognized by looking at characters, Lin Gu'an thought that the child's sharp and clean eyebrows and characters are exactly the same.

Lin Gu'an's four words of Neng Wen Neng Wu flashed through his mind, and his impression of Li Qinghe was refreshed repeatedly this afternoon.

The bed that was originally planned to be installed by someone has already been installed by Li Qinghe, who is capable of writing and martial arts, and the child who needs to be taken care of has also gone shopping. Lin Guan, who thought he would be very busy this afternoon, suddenly I'm free.

She sat on the sofa and slowly wiped her hair with a towel. Lin Guan's hair reached her waist, and she didn't have the trouble of hair loss. Her hair was thick and long. It was a bit difficult to do, but the temperature in Nancheng was frighteningly high recently. Moisture also evaporates quickly.

So she didn't use the hair dryer at all, and took a towel and slowly rubbed it from the end to the root of the hair, and the hair was already half dry.

At this time, Li Qinghe opened the door and came in, holding a stuffed white shopping bag in one hand, the muscles of his forearm were clearly tense, and holding the key on the shoe cabinet that he took away before going out in the other hand.

She turned her head and saw Lin Guan sitting on the sofa wiping her hair.

Lin Gu'an also turned around to look at her, Lin Gu'an was extremely beautiful, the corners of his eyes were raised like small hooks, his pupils were like autumn water, his eyes were charming and affectionate, but there was a bit of twitch between his eyebrows Clear and alienated, the two completely opposite feelings are very harmonious in her body.

She wore a wide white T-shirt to cover the three-quarters of the jeans below, her slender and well-proportioned legs were neatly arranged, her lines were soft, and her skin was delicate and fair. A fine brushwork drawn by a painter of ten years.

The green creepers on the red bricks outside the old building are sticking to the wall, like a thief who can't hear the sound and is anxious, scratching his head and ears by the wind, and the house is quiet.

Fortunately, Lin Gu'an glanced at her indifferently, then turned his head, and continued to wipe the wet hair with a white towel.

Li Qinghe lowered his eyes, and in an invisible corner, he was poked hard in the palm of his hand with a hot key, so there was a sunken basin between the palms.

"I just saw that there was nothing in the refrigerator, so I went to the supermarket to buy some food. What do you want to eat?" Li Qinghe asked first, with a flat tone, as if he was not the one who was in pain.

Lin Gu'an's hand wiping his hair paused for a moment, and he was silent for a moment. After Neng Wen Neng Wu, he added Neng Cook, and then slowly said: "I originally planned to order takeaway."

"It's too hot, I don't want to eat those." Li Qinghe put the keys back in their original place, changed into the newly bought black slippers, and continued, "It just so happens that there are keys downstairs, so I made one."

Lin Gu'an said hello.

Li Qinghe put her own things in the room first, and then walked to the kitchen with other things. She turned her head and glanced, there were two big bags full of them.

"Let's cook some noodles, I don't really want to eat."

Li Qinghe agreed in the kitchen, and then asked: "Dry noodles, stewed noodles or soup noodles?"

“Noodle Soup Bar”

"Are there any taboos, tomato, shrimp, egg?"

Lin Guan said no, but he could have more tomatoes.

Li Qinghe understood, put the fruits in the refrigerator first, and then put the unnecessary things in the refrigerator before starting to prepare the ingredients.

As the host, Lin Gu'an couldn't be alone, so he hung the towel back to its original place, walked to the kitchen, and was greeted by the rude child who just stood behind her, and arranged the simplest job for her - to help her wash the vegetables.

Li Qinghe was peeling the shrimp aside, looking very proficient. He pinched the head of the shrimp with his slender fingers, twisted and pulled it, and the head came out together with the shrimp thread. Then he pulled the tail, and a naked shrimp came out. Peeled.

Lin Gu'an glanced at the side, admiring her technique, and didn't even notice that the two of them touched their arms several times, watching her peel the shrimp all the time.

It wasn't until Li Qinghe tore a shrimp's thread that she belatedly averted her eyes and concentrated on washing her own vegetables.

The seemingly calm Li Qinghe withdrew his eyes from the corner of his eyes, lowered his head, and let his hair fall down to cover his red earlobes.

Cooking the noodles is simple and effortless. Li Qinghe pours the oil into the dry pot first, and then throws in the beaten golden egg liquid after bubbling. Li Qinghe is used to adding some salt to the eggs at this time, although it may end up It was diluted by the soup, but she still maintained this little habit.

After adding the salt, divide the bubbling omelette into small pieces, add cold water to the pot, and when the water meets the hot iron pot, white smoke will come out suddenly, and there will be endless sizzling sounds.

Li Qinghe looked calm, put the tomatoes that had just been washed and set aside in a pot of cold water, and turned on the fire.

When the soup in the pot turned milky white and bubbling, and then threw green vegetables, shrimps and lean meat into it, you could already smell a tempting aroma.

Add the noodles after the water rises again, and put salt, monosodium glutamate and other seasonings into the two small bowls at the same time.

When the water boils again, put in the scallions. The shallots are not resistant to cooking, just to adjust the seasoning.

Li Qinghe took out the skinned tomatoes and put them in a bowl, poked them with chopsticks, and mixed the sweet and sour tomato juice with the seasoning just now.

At this time, the noodles are almost boiled, turn off the heat first, take out the noodles and stir in a bowl, spread the seasoning evenly on each noodle, and then pour the remaining soup in the pot into a large and small bowl.

Lin Gu'an and Li Qinghe sat on one side of the table, Li Qinghe was holding a small bowl, the two maintained the habit of eating without talking, eating noodles quietly, the atmosphere was much more harmonious than at the beginning.

Lin Guan admired it while eating, and secretly changed his ability to cook with literature, energy, and martial arts into cooking skills. He didn't expect such a simple plain noodle to taste so good. Suddenly, he was very resistant to the matter of bringing children , maybe this is cannibalism.

Li Qinghe usually eats very fast, but now she slowed down a lot. When Lin Guan put down her chopsticks after eating, she stopped and said, "I have some things that I haven't brought here. They called someone to help me bring them here." , should be there in an hour or two."

Lin Gu'an nodded, and asked, "Do you need help?" Maybe she had a good meal of noodle soup, and her tone was tinged with joy.

"No, I'm sorry to trouble you during this time," Li Qinghe shook his head and said with a serious expression on his face.

Lin Gu'an looked at the child's awkward seriousness, and all the initial resistance disappeared. He even felt a little cute, so he took the initiative to ask: "School will start in two days?"

Li Qinghe relaxed his expression, agreed, and stood up to collect the bowl.

"Freshmen entering for the second time do not need to be accompanied by their parents. The window for paying tuition fees is very familiar, and they will never get lost."she said jokingly.

Lin Gu'an laughed softly, and stood up to tidy up.

Lin Gu'an joked: "Skipping class for a semester, why are you embarrassed?"

Li Qinghe laughed cheekily, turned on the tap, squeezed out the detergent, and lowered his head to wash the dishes. Instead of explaining the reason, he brought up another topic.

"Did she tell you that I was a belated rebellious period?"

Lin Gu'an took the dishes she had washed, rinsed them in the groove on the other side and put them in the cabinet. He didn't answer directly but said, "Auntie is very worried about you."

Li Qinghe hummed, handed her the washed pot, and said, "I'm really worried. I saw a book on the table in the living room just after I got home. "".

With a serious expression, he doesn't care at all that he is the rebellious protagonist in it.

"Then the next day I saw a copy of "How to Do Rebellion at the Age of 13" spread out on the dinner table, and Ms. Xia's serious notes."

Lin Gu'an thought of Aunt Xia reading this book in front of the tall and burly Li Qinghe in a serious manner, and couldn't help smiling for a while, rinsed the pot that he took over, and put it aside to dry.

Li Qinghe washed his hands indifferently, and asked again: "Do you want to eat watermelon? The watermelons in the supermarket today are not bad, so I picked one back."

The smile on the corner of Lin Gu'an's mouth has not dissipated, and he washes his hands while agreeing.

Li Qinghe is quite good at picking watermelons, when he slaps them, it means they are ripe.

Washed watermelon, before cutting it with a knife, the ripe melon splits first, revealing the attractive red flesh inside, and the bright red juice drips down the dark green rind.

Because of his ability to pick melons, Li Qinghe added another ten points to Lin Guan.

Li Qinghe cut the watermelon in half thoroughly, and the round watermelon dangled on the chopping board.

Seeing this, Lin Gu'an simply suggested not to cut it any more, and eat half of it with a spoon.

Naturally, Li Qinghe didn't object, so he sat on the sofa tacitly while holding half of the melon, and ate the melon while swiping his phone.

The sweet scent of watermelon filled the room, and the two of them kept silent in tacit understanding.

It wasn't until a few more people came later to deliver things that the quiet atmosphere was broken.

Li Qinghe didn't ask Lin Guan to help with the things that were delivered, he put together the table by himself, finished assembling the computer, talked to Lin Guan and went out.

After all, he is an independent adult who is much easier to take care of than a child. Lin Guan's worries finally dissipated completely.

The problem that had troubled Lin Gu'an for a long time was easily solved. She lay alone on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief. The extremely difficult day she had imagined ended so easily.