The actor with the actor

"Don't move, I'll measure your size." Cheng Yue smiled, and put his palm on Shen Jing's lower back, with his thumb and middle finger tightly clasped around the waistline, and then his fingertips slowly slid from the side of his waist to the abdomen.

Shen Jing lowered her head, seeing Cheng Yue's right palm covering her abdomen, and could feel the warmth of his palm through the clothes.

"Three and a half palms are less than a little bit." Cheng Yue's middle fingertips touched the center of Shen Jing's abdomen, and he didn't know if it was intentional or what, it just hit the belly button.

Shen Jing subconsciously retracted her stomach, and turned slightly to avoid it.

"It's an inch thinner than me," Cheng Yue said with a smile, "It's less than 80 centimeters."

"You are taller than me." Shen Jing turned around and continued washing vegetables.

Cheng Yue stared at Shen Jing's side face with burning eyes, clenched his fingers and stroked them back and forth a few times, and it took a long time for the violent heartbeat in his chest to slow down.

I thought it would be great if I could see Shen Jing every day when I go home.

It seems that since that outrageous dream that night, his appreciation and admiration for Shen Jing has gradually turned into longing and hopeless liking.

"What about the seasoning?" Shen Jing asked after putting the chopped ingredients on a plate.

Cheng Yue opened the drawer beside Shen Jing's leg, "It's all here, what do you want, I'll get it for you."

Shen Jing bent down, took out a bottle of olive oil and a small jar of soy sauce, "Is there any black pepper?"

"Hmm... maybe there are." Cheng Yue pursed his lips and bent down, looking for black pepper from the rows of seasoning jars.

He has come in and washed his hands since the kitchen was renovated, and who knows what the packaging of black pepper looks like.

Shen Jing took a step back, and the back of Cheng Yue's head kept touching his thigh, "Did you find it?"

"Is this the thing!?" Cheng Yue shook the ceramic pot in his hand, on which Yan Minghao put a label with the word "pepper".

Shen Jing opened the lid and knew something was wrong. He put it to his mouth and pretended to take a breath, then handed it to Cheng Yue, "You can smell it and see?"

Cheng Yue was completely unprepared, and leaned his head in and took a sharp breath, which made his throat feel sour, he sneezed continuously, and his eyes were so red that he couldn't speak.

Shen Jing leaned on the edge of the pool and laughed.

Cheng Yue himself was laughed stupidly by himself, "I'll go! Chili powder! Yan Minghao is mentally retarded! Why don't you mark it spicy! Ask for pepper!"

Shen Jing tilted his head up and laughed wantonly, almost unable to hold the spatula in his hand, "You are the one who is stupid, okay!?"

Cheng Yue rubbed his nose, bent down and put the chili powder back.

"Did you never cook anything!?" Shen Jing wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Occasionally, I will cook it." Cheng Yue didn't want Shen Jing to treat him as a worthless idiot, even though it was true.

"What will you cook?" When Shen Jing thought of Cheng Yue who was jumping up and down when the oil pan was on fire last time, a ruthless mockery unconsciously appeared on the corner of Shen Jing's mouth.

"Boil water." Cheng Yue said.

Shen Jing laughed again until his legs became weak and his cheeks were sore, and Cheng Yue also laughed until his stomach ached. Although he didn't know what was so ridiculous about it, he couldn't stop seeing Shen Jing laughing so happily.

"Actually, cooking is not difficult, but it's a bit cumbersome. It takes a long time to cook at home alone before eating, and after eating, you have to clean the dishes and clean the table. It's troublesome to clean up, so sometimes I don't bother to do it." Shen Jing said .

"Yeah, so it's better for two people to live together." Cheng Yue looked at him distractedly.

"Do you live with Yan Minghao!?" Shen Jing looked at the recipes on the phone and asked absently.

"No," Cheng Yue brazenly leaned on Yan Minghao, "He dislikes me for being too noisy, and he doesn't want to live with me, leaving me alone as a widowed old man in this vacant room, all the rooms are wasted."

"What about your family!?" Shen Jing brushed a layer of olive oil into the pan, ready to fry the beef.

"They are busier than me, and they basically don't come here. I just go home to see them." Cheng Yue hinted again, "The room is unoccupied, it's a waste."

"That's true." Shen Jing finally heard it.

"Why don't you move in and live with me!?" Cheng Yue's heart beat like a drum, he opened the refrigerator door in a daze, and then closed it as if nothing had happened, not knowing what he was doing.

"Then Xiao Xiao is so boring by himself. He came here to accompany me. I want to abandon him. It's so boring." Shen Jing said.

Standing behind Shen Jing, Cheng Yue stared wide-eyed, poked the back of Shen Jing's head in the air, and "roared" with his mouth: "He's boring and I won't be bored anymore!"

His status in Shen Jing's mind is actually no better than that of a small life assistant!

Still an assistant with Shen Jing's salary!

Cheng Yue twisted Xiao Li's neck in his mind.

He wanted to say that they could move here together, but he was annoyed at the thought of Xiao Li's kilowatt light bulb sticking in front of him all day, he just wanted to stay with Shen Jing.

Forget it.

Look for another chance.

"Taste the taste, is it bland?" Shen Jing put a piece of chicken breast into a bowl and handed it to Cheng Yue.

Cheng Yue opened his mouth wide, pretending to be peeling the orange, but not picking it up.

Shen Jing picked up the chicken and fed it to his mouth.

"Super! Good! Eat!" Cheng Yue nodded crazily, and fed the peeled orange to Shen Jing's mouth, "Eat it?"

Shen Jingbie began, "I don't like oranges."

"Tsk, what's the matter with you kid? Why are you so picky about eating? You don't eat this or that! I'm a freshman singer who peels oranges for you, can you give me some noodles?" Cheng Yue squeezed his jawline, Feeling the gap between the teeth, he pinched it hard and forced a few pieces of orange into it, "Is it sweet!?"

Juice dangled from the corner of Shen Jing's mouth, and when it was about to slip into his neck, Cheng Yue reached out and wiped it for him.

Shen Jing frowned and pouted, "It's so sour."

"Impossible," Cheng Yue stuffed two petals into his mouth, grinning sourly, "Damn it! This fucking hybrid is with a lemon!"

Shen Jing swallowed the sour orange while laughing, "Where did you buy it?"

"Sister Han Xiao's car is smooth, I suspect she is pregnant." Cheng Yue threw away the orange peel.

"I'll tell her when I get back." Shen Jing said.

"Don't!" Cheng Yue stuffed the rest into his mouth silently, "Forget it, it's better to be sour, it's appetizing."

Shen Jing turned her head to look at him, the smile on the corner of her mouth could not be contained.

Cheng Yue is really the best artist he knows to get along with, and he has no airs at all.

It looks silly, and it is very comfortable to get along with him without being defensive.

No wonder his fans love him so much, Cheng Yue is indeed a very nice, enthusiastic and generous person.

Those who know him must like him.

Three dishes and one soup for dinner, stir-fried broccoli with chicken breast, steamed fish, vegetable and fruit salad, and fresh shrimp, mushroom and tofu soup.

Cheng Yue acted as if he had just escaped from a refugee camp, devouring it hungrily, and did not forget to raise his finger while eating, "This is the first time I have eaten such tender beef."

"Because it's beef tenderloin." Shen Jing took a sip of the soup.

"This chicken breast is the best I've ever eaten." Cheng Yue held his rice bowl and gave a thumbs up, "I really envy you for having such ingenious hands that can make such delicacies, which are comparable to a five-star hotel." It has to be the chef and his master who personally cut the knife."

"I didn't even add salt." Shen Jing smiled while holding her forehead.

Cheng Yue choked.

"Do you really want me to come and cook for you?" Shen Jing asked.

With two pieces of broccoli stuffed in his mouth, Cheng Yue nodded his head like pounding garlic.

"After that, I will come to exercise and help you cook." Shen Jing said.

"Okay." Cheng Yue couldn't ask for more.