Just as Xing Haodong was about to explain the situation, Jiang Mingxin changed her clothes and walked out of the bedroom.
"Strange, where is my white skirt with small floral patterns? Xing Haodong, have you seen it?"
Xing Haodong immediately hung up the phone and walked out of the kitchen.
"It's dried. I put it in the closet for you. Didn't you see it?"
Jiang Mingxin looked down at the mobile phone in his hand and asked, "Who were you talking to on the phone in the kitchen just now?"
He had clearly promised her that he would no longer make phone calls behind her back, but then...
Xing Haodong immediately explained: "Oh, Jiang Bin called just now. I had to watch the fire, so I took it directly to the kitchen after answering the phone."
"So that's how it is. Why did he look for you again? Is it official business?" Jiang Ming felt relieved.
"Yes, the soup is ready. Wash your face and we'll be able to eat hot pot soon."
As he spoke, Xing Haodong's eyes drooped and he looked to the lower left corner, but his gaze was straight.
Jiang Mingxin had learned micro-expressions and could tell at a glance that he was lying.
But why would he lie to her?
Was he preventing her from eavesdropping on his secrets, or was he not talking to Jiang Bin on the phone at all?
Jiang Mingxin quickly shook his head, feeling that his suspicion had come back again.
She shouldn't speculate about Xing Haodong like this. Even if he was hiding something from her, it could only be related to work and would never be due to anything else.
"Okay, I'll go wash my face now and help you serve the food later!"
She quickly adjusted her mood, hurried into the bathroom to wash her face, then walked into the kitchen and placed the ingredients for the hot pot prepared by Xing Haodong on the dining table one by one.
"We have your favorite Gongcai, spinach, cabbage, oyster mushrooms, and tofu puffs, as well as my favorite cilantro, bean sprouts, yellow throat, and tripe... You can make your own dipping sauces, most of the seasonings are here."
Jiang Mingxin was often surprised by Xing Haodong's proficiency in housework.
A good man is one who can fight on the battlefield and can cook in the kitchen!
She completely forgot her previous suspicions, picked up the plate with a smile, poured a lot of sesame oil and minced garlic into it, and added chili sauce and dried peppers.
"Your taste... is really Sichuan and Chongqing." Xing Haodong raised his eyebrows.
Jiang Mingxin added some chopped green onions and said, "Maybe it's from my mother. She was from Sichuan and Chongqing. It's a pity that we lost contact with our hometown after she passed away."
Xing Haodong nodded and asked tentatively, "Do you want to look for them? If so, I can ask someone to help you find them."
Jiang Mingxin was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Forget it. My mother once said when she was alive that her relationship with her relatives was cold. She was originally adopted, and there are not many people left in her adoptive parents' home."
He had originally wanted to use the love of his grandparents to make up for the trauma she had suffered, but now it seems that this is not going to work.
Xing Haodong grabbed a handful of cilantro and threw it into his bowl. "Come to think of it, why don't you like cilantro that much? Don't people in Sichuan and Chongqing like cilantro?"
Jiang Mingxin rolled her eyes at him: "That's not entirely true. Just like soy milk, does everyone in Beijing like it?"
Xing Haodong couldn't help but laugh: "Don't mention it, I actually quite like drinking soy milk."
Jiang Mingxin immediately moved away from him and said, "Don't ever kiss me with your mouth after drinking soy milk."
"Is the mouth that has eaten garlic okay?"
After saying that, he hugged Jiang Mingxin and kissed her on the mouth.
"Oh my! Are you sick?" Jiang Mingxin pushed him away, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Pah, pah, pah, it stinks to death."
"Don't you like eating mashed garlic? Why don't you let me kiss you?" Xing Haodong pretended to be dissatisfied.
"That's me eating it myself. How can it be the same when you kiss me? Besides, a kiss with garlic flavor is not... sexy at all... well... you sneak attack me again..."
Jiang Mingxin was forcibly hugged by Xing Haodong, placed on his lap, and his hands tightly covered her cherry pink lips.
I didn't know how long it was before I was free and took a deep breath.
She glared at him unhappily for a few moments, and after a while, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at? Eat quickly, the mutton slices are already cooked." Xing Haodong glanced at her moist lips again before picking up a piece of mutton with chopsticks and putting it into her dish.
Jiang Mingxin laughed so hard that his ribs hurt. "I was thinking, no matter how old you are, you men are all childish."
"Childish?" Xing Haodong laughed dryly twice, suddenly put down his bowl and chopsticks, and looked straight at Jiang Mingxin.
She reflexively protected her chest, "What are you doing?"
Xing Haodong curled his lips slightly and reached out to tickle her armpits.
"Hahahaha, stop scratching... Can't I just stop saying it... Hahaha, help me, it's too itchy..."
Jiang Mingxin was like a lively little rabbit, laughing non-stop under Xing Haodong's attack, and her body twisted like a water snake, inevitably bumping into his chest and shoulders, her skin pressed against his skin, and her breathing gradually became disordered.
In order to stop him, she tightly held Xing Haodong's arms, and her two soft rabbit-like breasts pressed tightly against them, instantly giving him a series of goose bumps.
Xing Haodong finally stopped and held her in his arms. Just by lowering his head slightly, he saw a beautiful scene that made his heart flutter and he couldn't control himself.
Jiang Mingxin's dark eyes seemed to be inlaid with tiny rhinestones, sparkling and watery, and her smile was so narrow that only a slit remained.
The panting sounds that escaped from her pink lips and teeth were intermittent, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, like burning flames, scorching his shaky nerves.
"Oh, the meat is getting old. Let's eat it quickly."
Jiang Mingxin seemed to sense something, and quickly broke away from his arms and sat up straight.
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