Qiu Hu gave him a resentful look, thinking, "You can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth." He then said, "Get lost."

She stood up, washed up, and as soon as she came out, Ning Yizhan pulled her by the wrist and led her into the living room, where she saw the food on the dining table.

Ning Yizhan pulled out a chair, and Qiu Hu naturally sat down. Ning Yizhan then sat down in the seat next to her.

Faced with the table full of delicious food prepared by Ning Yizhan, Qiu Hu was quite satisfied and had a big appetite. She felt that she hadn't eaten such a sumptuous meal in a long time. In a great mood, she nodded and said while eating, "Not bad, not bad."

Ning Yizhan placed a bowl of soup on the table in front of her, saying, "Also, drink this bowl of soup."

Qiu Hu took a sip and thought it was pretty good, but she didn't know what kind of soup it was and had never had it before. She still commented, "It's quite delicious," but she didn't notice Ning Yizhan's doting smile next to her. "Then I'll make it for you again next time."

He didn't say that he called his dear mother while Qiu Hu was still asleep, asking her about some kind of old duck soup. In short, his dear mother mentioned some medicinal herbs that he didn't recognize, and then he instructed Zhou Jue to buy them. However, he personally simmered the soup for three hours.

Ning Yizhan, who was sitting next to him, hadn't even touched his chopsticks yet. Watching Qiu Hu devour his food, he felt happy too. Qiu Hu felt Ning Yizhan watching him, nudged his arm, and finally couldn't help but remind him, "Eat up, do you think watching me will make you eat?"

Ning Yizhan even rested his elbow on the table, propping up his head, and looked at the woman beside him even more brazenly, "Hmm, it's definitely possible."

"..."

She stopped trying to persuade him; there was no need. She was getting used to him watching her eat, and she was better off eating alone.

Qiu Hu was almost full, but Ning Yizhan hadn't touched his chopsticks yet, seemingly lost in thought. She remembered that when she came out, there was only one bowl of rice on the table. Had he eaten it? That was probably it. With that thought, she stopped worrying about whether he had eaten or not.

After she finished eating and put down her bowl and chopsticks, there was still a lot of food left. She turned to look at Ning Yizhan, and their eyes met. Ning Yizhan knew she was full. "Are you full?"

Qiu Hu nodded, and then saw Ning Yizhan take away her bowl and chopsticks, telling her, "I haven't eaten yet."

She was surprised. "You haven't eaten yet?" Why didn't he eat with her earlier? Why did he just keep watching her eat?

"Don't be surprised, because I only have two bowls at home. I just filled one bowl with soup and one bowl with rice for you, and that's all gone." After saying that, he stood up and went into the kitchen to get more rice.

Qiu Hu didn't quite believe that his family only had two bowls, so he followed him into the kitchen.

Ning Yizhan immediately knew why she had gone into the kitchen. He pointed to the place where the dishes were kept and said, "Here, see for yourself."

Sure enough, there were no bowls left, but there were many plates.

Actually, he only bought these two bowls a couple of days ago, and he hasn't cooked since he moved here.

Why do you only have two bowls in your house?

“I don’t cook for others, but of course you’re not just anyone.” Ning Yizhan put his arm around Qiu Hu’s shoulder, who was still in surprise. “Come on, have dinner with me.”

Qiu Hu looked up at him and replied, "Okay."

The two returned to the table, and Ning Yizhan began to eat.

Qiu Hu found it strange. He had just been watching her eat, and now she was watching him eat. She had also noticed that when he served himself rice, he hadn't washed the bowl and chopsticks. So, she could have eaten right after she finished her soup. She pointed to the soup bowl and asked, "Why don't you use this bowl?"

"It's okay, I can wait until you've finished eating."

Before long, Ning Yizhan finished eating, and the woman next to him said, "You're pretty fast."

When the message reached Ning Yizhan's ears, it meant something else entirely. His eyes were filled with astonishment and allure. "What? I'm almost there? Then shall we continue tonight?"

Qiu Hu immediately understood what he was talking about, and his lips twitched. "Can't you put something good in your brain?"

"Tsk, it's always like this!" Her peach blossom eyes looked aggrieved.

Fearing he might say something else, Qiu Hu grabbed his arm and urged, "Hurry up and clear away the dishes."

"Okay, okay, okay," he said, each word louder and more certain than the last.

The two of them cleaned up the dishes together and went into the kitchen. Since there was no dishwasher in the kitchen where they had just started cooking, they had to wash them by hand.

Ning Yizhan was alert, but he still didn't miss any opportunity to tease Qiu Hu. He raised an eyebrow and looked at the charming woman in front of him, "Let me do it. Baby's fair and delicate hands are still suitable for touching me."

"..." The woman immediately raised her hand to stroke his face, her red lips curving slightly. "Heh, you're smart enough to know what's good for you. I'll wait for you outside."

After watching the woman leave, Ning Yizhan began washing the dishes.

Meanwhile, Qiu Hu sat on the sofa waiting for him, glancing towards the kitchen every few minutes. After a few glances, he began to frown. "Why is it taking so long to wash?"

After saying that, she walked towards the kitchen. Seeing the man in front of her still diligently washing the dishes, she relaxed her brows, walked forward, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, rested her chin on his back, and without even realizing that her tone was coquettish, asked, "Why did you take so long?"

Ning Yizhan looked down at the hands that were hugging his waist. They were indeed fair and slender. He smiled and replied, "Almost there. Just a few more. I'll take a quick shower and I'll be done."

"Oh." She hugged him like that, without letting go, since there were only a few left anyway.

Soon after, Ning Yizhan finished washing up. "All done," he said, and tried to pull the woman in front of him. But before he could touch her, she refused, saying, "Wait a minute."

Ning Yizhan stopped what he was doing. "What's wrong?"

"Go wash your hands. I don't like the smell of dish soap." She's a clean freak, especially about things in the kitchen, and she doesn't like the smell of dish soap.

"Okay, then let me go first." Ning Yizhan knew this woman's germaphobia was acting up.

"Just go like this, I'll hold you, isn't that what you like best?" Qiu Hu's eyes held a hint of slyness.

"Okay, let's go then."

And so, Qiu Hu hugged Ning Yizhan from behind and led him out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. In front of Qiu Hu, Ning Yizhan squeezed out a pump of hand soap and rubbed every part of his hands.

As Qiu Hu watched him wash his hands, her own hands became restless, touching the man's abs through his clothes, casually touching one finger here and pressing another there.

The man didn't expose her intentions, but lowered his head and chuckled secretly. He continued washing the soap off his hands, then opened them and looked at Qiu Hu in the mirror. "Clean? Are you satisfied?"

Hearing the man's voice, Qiu Hu looked in the mirror and found that the man had been staring into her eyes. After their eyes met, Qiu Hu quickly looked away and looked at his hands. His palms were fair and large, and she could even see the lines on his palms. Looking up, her knuckles were distinct. She also noticed a small mole on the inside of his right pinky finger, which she had not noticed before. She felt her eyes were shining because she liked it very much.

The man noticed her gaze but didn't say anything. Instead, he dried his hands with a tissue.

After he dried his hands, Qiu Hu took his right hand, kissed his fingers, and praised him with a cheerful smile, "Your hands are so beautiful, I like them very much, they're perfect for me to kiss."