Chapter 282
This is the first time Jiang Qiao comes to Lu Xun's home.
The simple decoration style, with black, white and gray as the main colors, looks cold, which is in line with Lu Xun's style.
In the open kitchen, Jiang Qiao sat on the sofa and could see a busy man in an apron.
The broad arms give a sense of security. The sleeves are rolled up to the forearms, revealing the arms with beautiful muscular lines. The red marks are obvious.
Why does it look more serious?
Jiang Qiao frowned: "Did you not use the iodine I gave you?"
The skin where the iodine was wiped turned light yellow. It was obvious that there was only a shocking red scar on Lu Xun's arm.
In the kitchen, Lu Xun paused while stirring the seafood porridge, and calmly pulled his sleeves down a little: "I used it, maybe I washed it off accidentally."
Lu Xun explained this, and Jiang Qiao was skeptical: "Really?"
"Yeah." Lu Xun said seriously.
"I barely believe you." Jiang Qiao said, "Don't touch the water. I'll wash the vegetables. What do you think needs to be washed?"
Lu Xun's tense expression relaxed. He felt the girl approaching from behind. The faint fragrance overshadowed the aroma of seafood porridge. He subconsciously tensed his muscles: "...Shanghai greens and potatoes."
"That's all, these two?" Jiang Qiao didn't notice the man's strangeness, and walked to the refrigerator beside him.
Jiang Qiao opened the refrigerator and was surprised by the full amount of food inside. She didn't expect that Lu Xun, who looked cold and indifferent, actually had more life in him than her.
From the full array of ingredients, Jiang Qiao picked out Shanghai green at a glance. The emerald green color seemed to meet the health standards.
The potato was placed on the top layer. It was quite big. Jiang Qiao washed it and peeled it carefully before handing it to the man.
"Just stew it for a while and then you can eat."
The man's voice sounded over the gurgling of the beef stew, low and gentle.
In the rising white mist of stewed potatoes and beef, the man's handsome eyes and brows took on a touch of gentleness and worldliness, and Jiang Qiao could hear the sound of his heartbeat.
After a while, she spoke, a little muffled: "Hmm......"
Although there was not much communication, Jiang Qiao felt very comfortable and relaxed. She thought that entering the kitchen was not so bad and it was quite pleasant.
Seafood porridge, braised prawns, stir-fried Shanghai greens, and stewed beef with potatoes were all delicious. Jiang Qiao once again lamented that Lu Xun's cooking skills were really amazing.
After taking a sip of the seafood porridge, it was fresh and thick, especially delicious. After chewing it for a few times, it was full of freshness. However, Jiang Qiao always felt that the taste was a little different. He asked in confusion, "There is no shredded ginger. Don't you like shredded ginger the most?"
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Jiang Qiao paused as soon as he said this. He just blurted out this sentence without any thought. He asked it subconsciously.
So, here comes the question,
This was the first time Lu Xun made seafood porridge for her. How did she know that Lu Xun liked to add shredded ginger?
The air was silent for a long time, no one spoke.
Lu Xun's every nerve was tense, his heart was beating like a war drum, thousands of words came to his lips, but when he saw the confusion in the girl's eyes, he couldn't say anything.
Sensory memory doesn’t mean anything. Jiang Qiao didn’t remember anything. It’s just that the box of memory was pried open a little, that’s all.
The restless blood in his body slowly calmed down. Lu Xun felt that the seafood porridge was a bit bitter. He swallowed it abruptly, and it was full of bitterness. He clenched the spoon tightly and suppressed the ups and downs in his heart: "I added ginger juice to remove the fishy smell, but I didn't add shredded ginger..."
Jiang Qiao hates eating ginger the most. Her hate is different from others. She doesn’t like biting ginger, but can accept the taste of ginger.
She answered very seriously, as if she didn't hear anything strange in her words. Jiang Qiao should have breathed a sigh of relief, but the sourness in her heart continued to spread, heavy and pressing her to the point of being unable to breathe. After a while, she finally spoke: "So that's how it is......"
For the next period of time, the two of them tacitly did not speak and ate in silence, but they had lost their initial appetite.
After washing the dishes together, Jiang Qiao's anger did not ease, but instead intensified. She didn't want to stay any longer, so she pretended to be calm and said, "It's getting late, so I'll go back first..."
She twisted the hem of her clothes unconsciously: "Thank you for lunch..."
Lu Xun looked unhappy and pale. He asked her if she didn't like it. Jiang Qiao waved her hands immediately: "No, no, I like it very much! The food you cook is delicious!"
This was the truth. She had been to many restaurants and private chefs, but compared to Lu Xun's cooking skills, they all seemed a little bit inferior.
"But you... didn't eat much..." Lu Xun pursed his lips and said, his usually cold and calm black eyes seemed to become dim.
He only drank a small bowl of seafood porridge and didn't eat much of the dishes. Lu Xun knew clearly in his heart that this was not Jiang Qiao's usual appetite.
Facing such a gaze, Jiang Qiao felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. It wasn't too painful and was bearable, but it was uncomfortable nonetheless.
Jiang Qiao looked away and used the excuse that "artists need to maintain their figure and cannot eat too much" to get away with it.
Jiang Qiao rejected Lu Xun's request to take her home. She closed the door immediately after entering the house and leaned against it for a long time without moving.
She always felt that she had forgotten a lot of things. She went over them carefully in her mind, but she didn't find anything wrong.
In my memory of the past 25 years, there was no problem at any stage. I grew up in an orphanage, then received financial aid to go to school, entered Beijing No. 1 Middle School as a special student, and then was discovered by a scout and enrolled in the Film Academy.
After graduation, I signed with Tang Entertainment. All my memories are so clear and can withstand any scrutiny.
But... Jiang Qiao was confused again.
If I really haven't forgotten anything, then why do strange images always appear in my mind?
The strange yet familiar man would carefully treat her wounds, skillfully prepare meals for her, care about her, and be a little bit helpless and mean to her.
The man always looks at her, tenderly and lovingly, like the beginning of melting ice and snow…
There seemed to be someone knocking on the door. Jiang Qiao was about to open the door, but realized that it was not her door that was ringing.
In the simple and bright living room, Lu Xun still maintained the same posture as when the girl left. He stood there silently, as if only in this way could he restrain the desire to chase after her.
There was a knock on the door. Lu Xun's heart skipped a beat. He raised his eyelids abruptly and strode to the door faster than he could think. He grabbed the door handle and opened it: "Jiang—why is it you?"
Seeing who it was, Lu Xun's expression turned cold at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it became his usual indifferent expression.
Sheng Jing was almost amazed at the speed at which his younger brother changed his expression. Thinking of the word "Jiang" that Lu Xun blurted out, he narrowed his eyes and said in an ambiguous tone: "Who do you think I am, brother?"
Come on
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