Chapter 78 Who did you learn bad things from?
Cen Wan took a sip of soup and noticed Shen Yixiao's gaze. She looked up and saw an emotion in his eyes that she couldn't understand.
Her eyes stayed on his hand holding the spoon, and she moved her lips: "What's wrong? Is it not tasty?"
Shen Yixiao suppressed the emotion in his eyes and turned into his lazy look again. He leaned back lazily and commented sparingly: "It's okay."
"But compared to what I did, it's still a little bit worse."
Cen Wan: "..."
But his cooking was indeed very good, she couldn't argue with that.
Shen Yixiao raised his eyelids, his dark pupils dimmed slightly, and asked nonchalantly, "When did you learn to cook?"
Cen Wan: "I learned it after I graduated and started living on my own."
She spoke in a nonchalant tone, refusing to mention the mess her life was in taking care of her grandmother after the breakup.
Shen Yixiao stared at her plain and fair little face, trying to find some clues from it, but there was nothing.
Her expression was calm and indifferent, as if she was talking about something insignificant.
Shen Yixiao half closed his eyes, his expression unclear.
Cen Wan took out her phone and clicked on the app: "What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll buy some groceries."
After that, she added: "My cooking skills are limited, so you can only make do with it."
Shen Yixiao also slowly took out his phone: "What can you do? I'll ask Chen Yu to bring it over."
Cen Wan: "..."
"No, I can search for recipes."
Shen Yixiao raised his eyebrows slightly: "So confident?"
Cen Wan: "Don't worry, the poison won't kill you."
These words were obviously spoken with anger. Shen Yixiao lowered his head and chuckled: "Why should I be worried?"
"You'd better poison me."
He relied on her.
Cen Wan: "???"
Is there something wrong with this person?
"Then just ask Chen Yu to send you two bottles of pesticide."
Shen Yixiao looked at her, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sighed: "You are so cruel."
Cen Wan: "...Hurry up and finish your porridge and take your medicine."
"Oh." Shen Yixiao responded muffledly, then picked up the porridge in front of him and drank it in two mouthfuls, then handed the bowl over, "I want more."
A hint of surprise flashed in Cen Wan's eyes, and she served him another bowl.
Shen Yixiao didn't answer: "My hand hurts too."
Cen Wan: "???"
What does a cold and fever have to do with your hands?
Shen Yixiao: "It's boring."
Cen Wan: "And then?"
Shen Yixiao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Don't you know how a nurse should take care of a patient?"
Cen Wan could tell he was doing it on purpose, and her lips moved slightly: "Then I'll help you drink it?"
Shen Yixiao laughed angrily and leaned back casually: "Who did you learn this bad thing from?"
"Birds of a feather flock together." Cen Wan said lightly.
Shen Yixiao raised the corners of his eyes slightly, a smile flashed in his eyes, but his face looked nonchalant: "You learned so quickly, how close are you?"
He leaned closer and said with a chuckle, "There's something even closer, do you want to try it?"
Cen Wan's cheeks inexplicably felt hot. If it were before, she might not understand, but in the year she was with Shen Yixiao, she had heard all kinds of nonsense.
When the love is deep, he will coax her to say some words that make her blush and heartbeat.
She has now reflexively thought in that direction.
But she didn't want to show her fear, so she said with a stern face, "You're so easy to fall over when the wind blows, like a crispy duck. How close can we get?"
"Duck?" Shen Yixiao's ability to grasp the key points was first-rate. He snorted lightly, looking at her with a scorching and aggressive gaze. "Can a duck be as clean as me? Or as skilled as me?"
His voice was low and magnetic, with a sexy hoarseness, and it drilled into Cen Wan's ears like an electric current.
Cen Wan's ears felt slightly hot. She ignored his harsh words and stared back at him with forced composure, "I don't want to bully a patient."
Shen Yixiao narrowed his dark eyes and opened his thin lips slightly: "I don't know who is always being bullied and crying."
Sometimes if I hit him too hard or too hard, he would whimper and tickle and hit him, with red eyes and a look of wanting to cry, which only made people want to bully him more.
Thinking of this, Shen Yixiao's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and his voice became even hoarse: "Do you need me to help you recall?"
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