Jiang Yue went back to the room and blew his hair out and then sat in the living room.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Quan Shaozheng was watching with the book Jiang Yue put on the coffee table, looking up at Jiang Yue, "I haven't had supper yet."

Jiang Yue raised her eyebrows, "Do you mean I will cook for you?"

What a joke?

She doesn't know how to cook.

"I'll do it."

Jiang Yue looked at him in surprise, thinking of what Nan Linfeng said, she walked over and sat opposite Quan Shaozheng, "You can cook?"

“Can do a little.”

"Then... you cooked the food you gave me?"

Quan Shaozheng put down the book and looked at Jiang Yue seriously, "What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"

Jiang Yue was a little surprised when she saw Quan Shaozheng, "No way, did you really do it?"

How can Quan Shaozheng actually cook?

Quan Shaozheng clenched his fists and covered his lips and coughed lightly, "I just learned a little from my brother."

Jiang Yue was even more surprised, "Mr. Quan can cook, can he do it?"

He frowned unhappy about Jiang Yue's name Quan Shaoyong, "Don't call him Mr. Quan."

Every time Jiang Yue talks about "Mr. Quan", he inexplicably thinks it sounds nice.

"I'm not familiar with him, would you just call him his name?"

"Anyway, don't call him Mr. Quan." Quan Shaozheng frowned and looked unhappy.

Jiang Yue was speechless.

What's the disease?

"Don't you want to cook? Go, but it seems that I only have quick-frozen food in my refrigerator."

Quan Shaozheng looked at his phone, "It's okay, I've asked Sun Zhou to send it here."

Jiang Yue shrugged helplessly and turned on the TV to watch the news.

Quan Shaozheng sat quietly next to him and looked at his phone. Jiang Yue turned his head slightly and could see the menu page displayed on his phone.

Play on the spot?

But the dishes he cooked before were indeed quite good.

Does cooking also require talent?

Sun Zhou brought the food ten minutes later, and Quan Shaozheng drove him out without even letting him enter the door to drink water.

Jiang Yue was watching TV in the living room. The kitchen was open-plan. When Jiang Yue looked up, she could see Quan Shaozheng busy in the kitchen.

The shirt sleeves were rolled up to reveal his strong forearms. He was too tall and looked a little frustrated in the small kitchen.

Jiang Yue's gaze fell on the upper corner of his lips that the pink apron was tied with.

The apron seemed to be bought by my mother when she moved in a few years ago, but she had never used it once.

“Is there anything you need help with?”

Jiang Yue asked politely, but she didn't think about going to help.

"Well, come here and help me."

Jiang Yue raised her eyebrows, put down the remote control and walked over, "What do you need me to do?"

Quan Shaozheng was washing vegetables, "Help me tie the apron again, it's a little tight."

Jiang Yue looked at it and it was indeed very tight, and it outlined his waistline very clearly.

However, the belt was tied into a dead knot by Mr. Quan, and she pulled it apart without pulling it apart.

Jiang Yue's hand was fighting between Quan Shaozheng's waist and the apron strap, and his head almost hit Quan Shaozheng's back.

At such a close distance, when Jiang Yue had just finished taking a shower, Quan Shaozheng could smell the fragrance of Jiang Yue's body when he turned his head. It was fake that there was no small ripples in his heart.

The back of Jiang Yue was hit by her back was hot.

"No, I can't get it away, I'll get the scissors."

As soon as Jiang Yue let go, Quan Shaozheng suddenly grabbed her hand and turned her in front of the pool with a rotating force.

Caught off guard, Jiang Yue looked at Quan Shaozheng in shock.

"you……"

Quan Shaozheng rolled his Adam's apple, "I...I want to say, don't use scissors, use this."

Quan Shaozheng pulled out a knife from the knife holder next to him.

The two of them were breathing and their bodies were pressing against each other. If Quan Shao fought for the knife, the atmosphere would not be too ambiguous.

Jiang Yue pushed Quan Shaozheng away, took the knife in his hand and cut the strap of the apron, then put the knife back to its original place and turned away, not being too natural.

However, when she walked to the living room, she pressed her eyebrows in a place where Quan Shaozheng could not see it.

What's up, I almost kissed me.

I just hand in the knife, why do I make these fancy ones?

Quan Shaozheng in the kitchen calmed down his breath and silently said in his heart: Be calm and not do things that Yueyue feels annoying in an impulse.

Quan Shaozheng continued to cook, but he didn't continue to use that apron.

The meal was half an hour after it was ready, and the news broadcast had just ended.

"Yueyue, I've had a meal."

Jiang Yue turned off the TV and passed her chopsticks. Quan Shao fought to hand her chopsticks.

Jiang Yue tasted it.

It's a familiar taste.

This guy really has the talent to be a chef.

"Is it delicious?" Quan Shaozheng looked at her, his eyes not too gentle.

"Can."

Quan Shaozheng felt that the greatest pleasure of cooking was: he had a happy meal every month.

That's enough.

Just as Quan Shaozheng was about to move his chopsticks, a knock on the door came from outside, accompanied by Jiang Yang's voice.

"Jiang Yue, open the door, it's me."

Jiang Yue looked at Quan Shaozheng with a swish, "You go to my room to hide, hurry up."

"Your brother..."

"Hurry up, don't let him see you."

Quan Shaozheng opened his mouth, got up, picked up the coat from the sofa and entered Jiang Yue's room.

Jiang Yue went to open the door, and Jiang Yang stood drunk at Jiang Yue's doorstep.

"Don't you have my key?"

"Forgot to bring it." Jiang Yang pulled his tie and walked in.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yue glanced at the direction of the bedroom.

Jiang Yang took off his coat and walked towards the restaurant.

Jiang Yue was stroking her forehead, and there were two pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the dining table.

Jiang Yang glanced at the kitchen and said, "What did you do?"

Jiang Yue replied lightly, "What are you here to do?"

"It's okay, I just pass by you and come and take a look." Jiang Yang looked around for a week, "You're not cooking for that bastard, are you?"

"no."

"Not really?"

"No, it's a friend of mine who comes to have dinner later."

"Which friend?"

"Friends from the police station."

"Do I know it? It's not that boy, right?"

Jiang Yue stared at him with a sharp look, "Do you think I am you? Just take people home casually?"
To be continued...