The girl is quiet and beautiful like a peach.

At this moment, he put the peach in his pocket and took it home.

"What...drink you? Juice or water?"

There was a hoarseness in his voice that he himself didn't even notice when he spoke, and Mu Yanze walked forward and opened the refrigerator.

The cold air hit him, Mu Yanze took a deep breath, and his rationality returned instantly.

The young man in beige home clothes no longer had the sense of distance in front of the camera, nor the coldness when meeting in the company. It was as if he had let down all his defenses as soon as he returned home, and his whole body showed an indescribable sense of ease and leisure.

Jiang Ke'er said softly, "It's all right."

Mu Yanze curled his lips, took out a box of milk and poured it into the cup.

Heat it in the microwave for two minutes, then pass it to her and put it in her hand. "It will be warm in a moment."

No one has lived in the house for a long time, so it feels a bit cold.

Even if the heating is on, it will take a while for it to get warm.

The milk held in her palm was a little hotter than warm, but not scalding. As she drank it mouthful by mouthful, Jiang Ke'er's eyes lit up.

When I looked up again, I saw Mu Yanze had already taken out the vegetables from the refrigerator and started washing them.

Jiang Ke'er was stunned.

Jiang Ke'er stared at him in a daze, not knowing whether to be surprised that "he could actually cook" or "when he said he would treat her to a meal, he actually meant to treat her to a meal he cooked himself."

After a long while, he stepped forward somewhat awkwardly, "Do you want my help?"

She had already prepared herself mentally for him to say, "No need, just go and sit down," but when she heard Mu Yanze say okay, Jiang Ke'er was stunned again.

Looking at the girl's dazed look, a smile flashed across Mu Yanze's lips.

Yellow potatoes.

Red carrots.

Green celery.

There was a pile of vegetables in the sink. At first glance, Jiang Keer didn't know what to do.

Mu Yanze leaned over and took out a head of garlic from the cupboard, and handed it to her along with an empty bowl, "Peel the garlic, I'll make braised pork ribs for you."

After saying that, Mu Yanze paused, "Do you like braised spareribs?"

"like."

I like everything as long as it's made by you.

Mu Yanze tied his apron.

He gently raised his hands, pulled up his sleeves on both sides, and methodically processed the dishes in the sink.

Peel potatoes and carrots.

Wash the celery and cut into sections.

Dice tomatoes.

For the first time, Jiang Keer realized that cooking was such a pleasant thing.

Seeing that he was about to turn around, Jiang Ke'er suddenly withdrew her gaze.

When Mu Yanze turned around, he saw the girl with a red face. She was clearly doing kitchen chores like peeling garlic, but at first glance, it looked like she was doing handicrafts.

The picture is quiet and beautiful.

When the range hood was turned on, Mu Yanze waved at Jiang Ke'er, "Go to the living room and play with your phone. It will be over in a while."

The little guy in my heart pouted and said: No, I just want to watch you here.

Jiang Ke'er nodded to Mu Yanze, "Okay."

He jumped off the stool and went to the living room.

The night outside the window gradually darkened, and Jiang Keer felt more excited and happy than ever before.

Mu Yanze invited her to dinner! No.

Mu Yanze cooked for her! He even brought her to his house!!!

Looking back, in the slight breeze, the tall and long-legged Mu Yanze was stir-frying the vegetables in the wok.

The rice cooker light is blinking.

The food in the pot smells delicious.

On the chopping board on the other side, there were cut tomatoes ready to be fried, and chopsticks placed messily on the bowl.

Jiang Keer picked up her phone, turned off the mute sound, then turned on the camera and took a picture of the scene in front of her.

When she put away her phone, she saw Mu Yanze turning around and Jiang Ke'er's heart stopped.

Then, it started beating wildly.

(End of this chapter)