It was already very late when Qin Huan brought out the cooked porridge.

Jiang Jingchu opened his eyes and saw that she only brought out one bowl.

"You don't want to eat?"

Qin Huan glanced at the bowl of seafood porridge, which she herself found difficult to describe.

"No, I'm on a diet and won't eat dinner."

I don’t know what’s going on, but every time I put the ingredients in according to the recipe, the finished product is different from what others make.

Jiang Jingchu looked at her suspiciously, then slowly sat down at the dining table and stirred the bowl with a spoon.

“The appearance is exactly the same as it was five years ago.”

Pause, raise your eyes,

"You're not going to poison this place, are you?"

Qin Huan twitched the corner of her mouth.

"Yes, it was poisoned. It's a mute poison. If you eat it, you can't curse anymore."

"So, to be on the safe side, you'd better not eat it."

As she spoke, she reached over the table and pretended to take the bowl back. Jiang Jingchu was quick to grab her hand.

"What's there to be afraid of, Du Ya? As long as it doesn't kill me, it's fine."

Qin Huan made a "tsk" sound and thought to herself, fortunately, her cooking skills were not those of a Michelin chef.

Otherwise, seeing how nervous he was, I would have thought someone was really trying to snatch it from him.

At this moment, from Jiang Jingchu's perspective, Qin Huan's upper body was slightly bent, with the sweetheart collar open, revealing two slender collarbones.

Qin Huan's collarbone has always been beautiful, with smooth and soft lines, like two slender crescents, gently hanging on her delicate skin, reflecting the faint light, and exuding indescribable beauty.

Jiang Jingchu's favorite thing to kiss was Qin Huan's collarbone.

Sometimes it is a light kiss like a dragonfly skimming the water, and sometimes it is a dense and pious deep kiss along those two arcs.

But what he liked most was when Qin Huan was aroused, her elegant white neck was slightly raised, and the curvature of her collarbones slowly changed with her movements.

Often at that time, when his desire reached its peak, he would be unable to control himself and would lean over and suck hard. When he let go, a light red mark that belonged only to him would be left on it.

When Jiang Jingchu thought of this, he became distracted and the strength in his hands increased.

Qin Huan hissed, then realized that her hand was still being held by Jiang Jingchu. She pulled it back, and a blush spread across her face.

"Eat quickly, no one will snatch it from you."

Jiang Jingchu looked at his suddenly empty hands, and his heart became empty as well. He slowly scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it into his mouth.

The moment the soft and sticky porridge spread and melted in his mouth, Jiang Jingchu laughed helplessly.

Sure enough, it’s the familiar taste and the familiar recipe.

"Qin Huan, you might as well just take my life."

Zhou Tiantian once had the opportunity to taste Qin Huan’s cooking. Her evaluation was that it was somewhere between delicious and unpalatable - very unpalatable.

This time, Jiang Jingchu's evaluation can be said to be even better than his predecessor.

Qin Huan curled her lips when she heard this. Who told him to rush to eat the porridge she made?

"You're exaggerating, is it really that bad?"

Jiang Jingchu scooped a spoonful and brought it to Qin Huan's lips.

"Try it yourself."

Qin Huan shook her head and covered her lips.

"I already told you I want to lose weight and I can't eat."

"Can't eat it? Or do you know it's not tasty, so you don't eat it?"

Of course Qin Huan would not admit that she even disliked the food she cooked. She was just about to say that it was really inedible.

As a result, her stomach suddenly rebelled and made a loud gurgling sound of protest.

Qin Huan suddenly felt that the whole world had suddenly become quiet.

"It seems that your stomach is much more honest than your mouth."

After Jiang Jingchu finished speaking, he ate the remaining porridge mouthful by mouthful, and finally took the bowl into the kitchen on his own initiative.

Qin Huan thought he was going to put the dishes away, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't come out. She walked to the kitchen door and saw a scene that she would never dare to dream of in her life.

Jiang Jingchu is actually cooking!

I saw him casually rolling up his sleeves and busying himself in front of the sink with skillful movements, boiling water, picking vegetables, and beating eggs. Everything seemed messy, but in fact it was in order.

Qin Huan couldn't help but be drawn in by him. She stared blankly at the tempting tomato, ham and egg noodles in the bowl. She sniffed deeply and said in disbelief,

"Jiang Jingchu, when did you learn to cook?"

Jiang Jingchu washed his hands and slowly wiped his fingers clean one by one.

"Cooking is such a simple thing, do I need to learn it specifically?"

Qin Huan was offended.

"Just because it looks delicious doesn't mean it really tastes good."

Jiang Jingchu,

"That's a hundred times better than someone else's bowl of porridge that doesn't even look tasty."

Qin Huan,

"Even if it's ten thousand times stronger, you still eat every bite, don't you?"

Jiang Jingchu choked, took a deep breath and looked at Qin Huan.

"Do you want to eat it? If not, I'll take it away."

Was this made specially for her?

Qin Huan suddenly felt that she was being too narrow-minded and waved her hand politely.

"I said I lost weight, no..."

Qin Huan was about to say something when Jiang Jingchu interrupted her with a "tsk".

"I don't see an ounce of extra fat on my body. Tell me, how do you want to lose more weight?"

Qin Huan: …

In the end, that night, the tomato, ham and egg noodles, including the noodles and soup, all ended up in Qin Huan's stomach.

Qin Huan felt particularly embarrassed when wiping her mouth.

"You know how terrible airplane food is, and I came to see you right after I got off the plane. I didn't even have a sip of water in between."

Jiang Jingchu was originally sitting on the sofa playing with his phone and didn't pay attention to how much Qin Huan ate.

Hearing this, he glanced at someone who was hiding something.

"Is it so difficult to tell the truth?"

Qin Huan: …

"Well, the noodles you cook are delicious, and the porridge you cook should be even better, so don't enslave me next time."

Jiang Jingchu laughed, put his phone on the sofa silently, stood up and twisted his neck.

"I suddenly feel a little sleepy. Why don't you go back first and we can talk another day?"

"Don't!"

Qin Huan immediately stopped him, thinking that she had worked hard for most of the night and had done nothing, so how could she return empty-handed?

"It's just some porridge. From now on, whenever you want to eat it, I can make it for you anytime, okay?"

After hearing this, Jiang Jingchu sat down slowly.

Qin Huan breathed a sigh of relief. She finally understood what was going on. How could Jiang Jingchu possibly like the food she cooked? It was obvious that he was trying to make things difficult for her!

Jiang Jingchu’s request to withdraw the text from his social account was actually very simple.

The first was to ask Qin Huan to personally design the interior for the Jinghewan villa, including changes to the interior layout of the room and soft furnishings after the decoration was completed.

Second, this design must be coordinated from beginning to end by Qin Huan and Jiang Jingchu in person, and no assistants or temporary substitutions are allowed in the middle.

Third, during this period, Qin Huan herself is not allowed to leave North City for more than three days without Jiang Jingchu's consent.

Otherwise, it will be treated as a breach of contract and a large amount of liquidated damages will be required, and YJ Company will be held jointly liable.

Qin Huan could basically accept the first two points.

The third one is difficult.

Renovating such a large villa would take quite a long time. If Jiang Jingchu were to make things difficult again, it would only take longer.

Apart from anything else, she must go back to the UK to pick up Yi Yi and bring her back to China in a while. Three days is not enough just for the journey!

Jiang Jingchu looked at Qin Huan's troubled face quietly, but he was not in a hurry.

He casually picked up a cigarette and just put it in the corner of his mouth, but then he remembered that Qin Huan had a chronic cigarette problem, so he took it away without saying a word and played with it on his fingertips.

Qin Huan was diagnosed with chronic bronchitis during her junior year of college. During that time, she first caught a cold, and later all other symptoms were almost gone, except for the cough that wouldn't stop.

Jiang Jingchu tried his best to persuade her and took her to the hospital for a check-up, where she was diagnosed with chronic bronchitis.

The doctor gave a lot of medical instructions, and Jiang Jingchu only remembered one of them: no smoking and try to avoid secondhand smoke.

From then on, Jiang Jingchu quietly quit smoking.

It was not until Qin Huan went abroad that he became addicted to smoking again.

Qin Huan didn't notice Jiang Jingchu's little action and was still thinking seriously about Jiang Jingchu's conditions.

Her brows were furrowed, and after a while, she raised her eyes slightly.

"Can I ask what the proposed third clause is?"