Chapter 1122 Mr. Qi's Clingy Wife 51
He was dissatisfied with his own self-control.
Ideally, we could hold each other for longer while the person is awake.
Unfortunately, I was too engrossed in it just now, greedily inhaling her scent.
I want to hold you tighter, even tighter.
This leads to loss of control over the force.
It's a pity.
"I'll go make breakfast, why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Song Jinhuan was still wide awake and got out of bed, saying, "Let's go together!"
I always feel that it's not good to stay at someone else's place and do nothing.
Qi Lu didn't say anything more, took the clothes to the outside bathroom, and left the bathroom in the bedroom for Song Jinhuan.
I've finished washing up.
Song Jinhuan changed into a champagne-colored dress and casually tied her hair into a low ponytail, looking gentle and relaxed.
"Good morning." She walked quickly into the kitchen, where Qi Lu was washing peeled mung beans that had been soaking overnight.
It took several rinses before the water became clear.
Qi Lu greeted him with a "Good morning," put the washed mung beans into the boiling water, took out a packet of yellow rock sugar from the nearby cabinet, grabbed a handful, paused, and turned to ask, "Would you like it sweeter?"
Song Jinhuan glanced at his actions and said, "It doesn't need to be too sweet."
The man lowered his eyes, seven yellow rock sugars lying in his palm, and added one more before throwing them into the pot.
Put the lid on.
Then he took out another bowl, poured in half a bowl of water, added cornstarch and stirred it continuously until it was completely dissolved.
It's hard to imagine that a man in a suit and tie would methodically put the ingredients into the pot one by one, occasionally glancing down at the time on his watch.
His expression was serious, as if he were handling official business.
The pot lid was opened, and the mung beans floated up and down in the boiling water, with steam rising upwards.
Qi Lu calmly took half a step back, successfully avoiding the attack.
He suddenly turned his head and found the woman staring intently at him. A faint smile crept onto his lips as he asked, feigning ignorance, "Is there something on my face?"
Song Jinhuan snapped out of her daze, "No!"
Qi Lu raised an eyebrow; he was lying.
He has a good appearance; he is not only beautiful but also charming.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Song Jinhuan wanted to lend a hand.
Qi Lu pointed to the space beside her, "Could you please get me an empty bowl and a large spoon?"
Song Jinhuan quickly picked it up and handed it over.
Then she saw a large, well-defined hand holding a spoon, slowly skimming the foam clinging to the side of the pot amidst a cloud of white steam.
Song Jinhuan leaned closer and said worriedly, "Be careful not to get burned by the heat."
Qi Lu's eyes brightened slightly.
Oh, she cares about him.
"I'm tough, I'll be fine."
Because of these words, Song Jinhuan couldn't help but take another look at his hands. His skin was fair and smooth, which was completely different from the rough and thick skin he had been given.
In the blink of an eye, his knuckles were pink.
It took skimming off a bowl of foam to get it clean.
Then pour in the prepared cornstarch, cover the pot, and simmer over low heat.
Qi Lu glanced at his watch. "It'll be ready in fifteen minutes."
"Besides mung bean porridge, what else would you like to eat?"
The man looked up and asked for her opinion.
It was a perfectly ordinary gesture, but because of Qi Lu's unusually focused gaze, Song Jinhuan's heart skipped a beat.
He was very handsome, especially when he was willing to soften his features.
The gentleness that is revealed unintentionally is enough to make people let their guard down.
Song Jinhuan swallowed hard, unable to resist asking, "What about you? What do you want to eat?"
"I also want to do my part."
Qi Lu's expression relaxed. "I'll eat whatever you make."
Song Jinhuan couldn't help but worry: "What if it doesn't suit your taste?"
His tone was very certain: "No."
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