Wei Zhaoye stared blankly at the girl's bright smile, and that feeling of déjà vu resurfaced in his heart. His arms tightened involuntarily, and he lowered his head to bury his face in the girl's neck, deeply inhaling her scent.
The tip of his tongue traced a cool, damp spot on the girl's neck.
Bi Xie trembled slightly, hugged his neck tightly, and whispered in his ear, "Ye, let's go to the supermarket to buy groceries. I'll cook for you tonight, okay?"
"good."
An Yun got off the car at an intersection. He held up a black umbrella and quietly watched the endless stream of cars. The scorching heat around him made him frown in displeasure. He hailed a taxi and left.
The taxi driver saw the man get into the car still holding an umbrella, and glanced at him with a smile, saying, "Young man, the air conditioning is on in the car, why don't you close the umbrella?"
An Yun ignored him.
The driver muttered something strange to himself, stepped on the gas, and drove toward his destination. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt a chill down the back of his neck. He glanced at himself in the rearview mirror while waiting at a red light.
The man sat quietly in the back seat, his face and features obscured by a black umbrella, so quiet he seemed almost inhuman.
...
Bi Xie's cooking skills are not very good; he can only make fried rice at most. However, Qin Xiaoxie has experienced hardship. Although his cooking skills are not as exquisite as those of top chefs, he can easily make ordinary home-style dishes.
Bi Xie, who was chopping vegetables, turned to the man behind him with a helpless look: "Ye, you can just sit down and watch TV. I'll call you when the food is ready."
Wei Zhaoye watched the girl chopping vegetables and pursed his lips: "Xiao Xie, can we stop? Let's go back to the Wei family home, Song Ma will cook for us."
Bi Xie deftly sliced a plate of shredded potatoes, then looked at him with a beaming smile: "Ye, don't you want to eat my cooking?"
Wei Zhaoye frowned in distress.
Before he could speak, Bi Xie pushed him out: "It'll be ready soon. I already said I wanted to apologize to Ye. Cooking a meal is nothing."
"Xiao Xie, I don't blame you anymore. Give me a kiss and I won't be angry anymore," Wei Zhaoye said with a serious expression.
Bi Xie's heart skipped a beat, her face flushed, and she lightly covered his eyes with her hand, "Don't look at me anymore!"
"Why? Because Xiao Xie is handsome."
This is terrible! Bi Xie had a headache. She suspected that Wei Zhaoye had not only learned kissing techniques, but also picked up the entire book of sweet talk!
If she keeps being teased like this, she'll eventually lose control.
Half an hour later, three dishes and a soup were served.
Bi Xie took an apron and sat down next to Wei Zhaoye, placing a piece of shredded potato on his plate: "Try it and see if it's good?"
Wei Zhaoye, who was always proud and particular, tasted the food like a well-behaved child. His eyes were bright. "Xiao Xie's cooking is delicious."
Bi Xie smiled, but still felt a little shy. Why hadn't she realized before that Wei Zhaoye was so good at praising people? She felt that even if she made a dish of charcoal-cooked food, he could say it was delicious without batting an eye.
"Then try this mushroom and sliced meat soup and see if you like it?" Bi Xie scooped a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Wei Zhaoye.
The broth is rich and fragrant, with the aroma of mushrooms lingering in the air, making it exceptionally tempting.
Bi Xie rested his chin on his hand, not missing a single expression from Wei Zhaoye.
Wei Zhaoye frowned, glanced at Bi Xie, and without warning, drank the mushroom soup in one gulp.
Bi Xie: "..."
After a long pause, Bi Xie belatedly asked, "Is it...is it good?"
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