After Qi Zhetao tried to cook a meal that day, his hands actually started to want to cook another one.
Without Ye Qingliu's guidance, the pots at home broke again and again, and the sound of "dong dong dong" could often be heard in the kitchen.
"Qi Zhetao, do you want to tear down the kitchen?"
Yan Yu has complained about Qi Zhetao like this more than once.
"Brother...I can try again..."
"I really think you are not suitable for cooking."
Qi Zhetao was like a maniac, going into the kitchen to cook every day. The food he made only looked good, but the taste was indescribable.
Ye Qingliu has been so busy since returning that he can barely spend a few full hours at home. The school is forcing students to take make-up classes because the final exams are approaching.
When Ye Qingliu came back that day, he saw black smoke coming out of his kitchen. When Qi Zhetao saw that it was him who came back, he stuck his head out and greeted Ye Qingliu.
"What did you mess up today?"
Ye Qingliu put down his schoolbag, picked up the water cup, took a sip of water and spoke slowly.
"Spicy chicken."
"Let me see."
Ye Qingliu glanced into the bowl and was stunned. The diced chicken was pitch black, covered in a lot of sticky powder, and the soup base was a dazzling red, still bubbling.
Is this...something really edible?
"I clearly made it according to the recipe, how could it turn out like this, young master."
Hearing Qi Zhetao's words, Ye Qingliu took a deep breath.
"You might have made a mistake with the recipe..."
Ye Qingliu spoke bluntly.
"Young Master, please teach me."
"Then you should study hard."
As a result, Ye Qingliu just opened the refrigerator door and found that there was no chicken left, and he was short of seasonings.
"It seems I have no choice but to buy some."
They went to the supermarket together, where Qi Zhetao carefully selected the ingredients they needed to buy.
(In the kitchen)
Ye Qingliu began to teach Qi Zhetao how to cook seriously and step by step. Qi Zhetao also listened to Ye Qingliu and followed his instructions step by step.
There are only two of them at home today, so they don't need to cook too much. The others either have appointments or are out playing, and it's not certain whether they will be back.
After failing twice more, Qi Zhetao finally made some progress, but the final dish was still completed by Ye Qingliu.
They were enjoying the delicious dinner, and then the ringing of the doorbell broke this warm and beautiful scene.
The person who came was Ye Fanshuang.
"Qingliu, it seems that I came at an unfortunate time."
"Are you still eating?"
"What can I do for you?"
Ye Qingliu asked her.
"Nothing, I just wanted to see you. I have some homework questions I'm struggling with and I'd like to ask you for help."
Ye Qingliu still let her in.
Ye Fanshuang also sat down on the sofa very familiarly.
Ye Qingliu didn't say much. Qi Zhetao was still a little confused the moment Ye Fanshuang came in.
This girl... looks quite wealthy... Don't wealthy people have private tutors? Why would she need someone else to teach her?
It's a little weird...but I can't tell what's weird about it.
"Young Master, who is this girl?"
"Her family and my family are old friends."
"The eldest daughter of the Ye family."
"Oh oh oh, young master, let me wash the dishes."
After Ye Qingliu finished dinner, he went to teach Ye Fanshuang how to do his homework.
“How do I solve this problem…”
Whenever Ye Fanshuang didn't know something, she would ask Ye Qingliu, and Ye Qingliu would teach her patiently.
Qi Zhetao looked at the two people in the room through the crack of the open door. Ye Fanshuang was getting closer and closer to Ye Qingliu, and Ye Qingliu also knew how to keep a distance from her.
Qi Zhetao suppressed his smile and walked in with two glasses of milk. He said, "Young Master, take a break and drink some milk."
"You too, young lady."
"Thanks."
The two said in unison.
Qi Zhetao did not go out, but moved a chair and sat down, picking up a magazine and started reading.
"Qingliu, why doesn't he go out?"
"I don't know either."
"Your servant is a little strange."
"He's not a servant, he's a friend."
Ye Fanshuang didn't respond, feeling a little unhappy. She just wanted to be alone with Ye Qingliu...
She picked up the reference book placed aside. She didn't quite understand what Ye Qingliu had just said, so she planned to refer to the knowledge points in the reference material.
But she had just turned a page when a pink bookmark fell out of the book. She picked it up and was about to take a closer look when it was snatched away by a slender hand.
"Do the test well..."
The person who spoke was Ye Qingliu.
Ye Fanshuang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that the pink bookmark was not Ye Qingliu's. Which boy would use such a pink thing? It was obviously given to him by a girl.
A familiar face unconsciously appeared in Ye Fanshuang's mind... She was the only one who had been close to Ye Qingliu recently. When Ye Fanshuang thought of Bai Zhiye, he felt bad.
Ye Fanshuang looked at Ye Qingliu who looked like he treasured the item, so he asked directly, "Qingliu, who gave this to you?"
"It's none of your business."
Ye Qingliu said calmly.
"Did... Lin Naizi give it to you?"
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