"I'm never drinking that spicy stuff again. Dad and Grandpa lied to me. This stuff doesn't taste good at all!"
His complaint left Song Anshan confused.
But Tang's mother and Zhu Xiaoqin were so amused that they couldn't stop laughing.
In the room.
Song Zhi coaxed and pulled Tang Junhe, and finally brought him back to the room.
As soon as she threw the man on the bed, she broke out in a sweat.
"Phew, it's so heavy."
She let out a long breath and couldn't help but hit Tang Junhe.
Tang Junhe was lying on the bed in a daze, and suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Song Zhi screamed, and the next second she fell heavily into his arms.
"You like braised fish, is it because of Ran Qiu?"
Tang Junhe lowered his head at some point and stared at her blankly, a hint of clarity returning to his eyes.
Hearing this, Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found it a little funny.
"Don't laugh, answer me quickly." Tang Junhe frowned, very dissatisfied with her attitude.
"Is it because of Ran Qiu?"
"No."
Hearing the jealousy in his tone, Song Zhi smiled helplessly.
"But you once said you liked the braised fish he made."
Tang Junhe pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, his tone sounding a little aggrieved.
His aggrieved look softened Song Zhi's heart. She raised her hand and gently touched his head, soothing him softly.
"I like to eat braised fish just because I like it, not because of anyone."
The feeling of touching Tang Junhe's head was unexpectedly good. His thin and soft hair scratched her palm slightly, and the slight itchiness made Song Zhi unable to stop.
And Tang Junhe didn't seem to mind her touching his head.
His dark and deep eyes stared at her for a few seconds, as if to confirm that she really did not lie to him, and the jealousy in his eyes disappeared for the most part.
"I'm going to learn how to make braised fish tomorrow. From now on, you can only eat what I cook."
His words surprised Song Zhi.
Song Zhi suddenly remembered that when he was in the educated youth village, he almost set fire to the kitchen.
But he was jealous at the moment, so Song Zhi didn't mention it. He just nodded perfunctorily but didn't take it to heart.
Tang Junhe was just saying that in a fit of anger; he hadn't really developed any talent for cooking.
Her obedience made Tang Junhe feel much better.
He put his arm around her and rested his head on her shoulder.
The hot air with the smell of alcohol sprayed against Song Zhi's ears, and the itchy feeling made him shrink his neck subconsciously. He heard a slightly dissatisfied hum from the person behind him, and Song Zhi stopped moving.
After a while, I heard his slightly heavy breathing.
"Tang Junhe?" Song Zhi called softly.
No one responded.
She turned her head and saw his handsome face resting on her shoulder, now fast asleep.
Tang Junhe looked particularly obedient when he was asleep, like a big puppy. Song Zhi couldn't help but chuckle when she thought of his jealous look just now.
Tang Junhe also has such moments.
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