With a scream, the kitchen knife slid into the kitchen sink. Cen Qingyi recovered, and quickly released the hands holding both shoulders, blushing and apologizing: "Sorry."
Jiang Zhiyi leaned against the kitchen counter, gently rubbing the corners of his lips with the thumb of his thumb. He didn't seem to have enough, and he smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"
"..." Cen Qingyi turned his head in embarrassment, "I have to cook."
Standing in front of the kitchen counter, Cen Qingyi was cooking more harder than ever. It was the first and last time to have dinner with Jiang Zhiyi. She couldn't be ashamed.
When the last lobster was put on the steamer, Cen Qingyi's blush faded, and she breathed a sigh of relief after washing her hands, "You can eat later."
Cen Qingyi wiped his hands, bowed his head and walked towards the door, "Go and sit down."
Jiang Zhiyi suddenly grabbed her wrist, and her cold palm touched her cold hand. Cen Qingyi was suddenly warmed by the action. She smiled, "Hands are cold."
Cen Qingyi wanted to retract, Jiang Zhiyi covered her hand and rubbed her to keep her warm. The anger that Cen Qingyi had just successfully controlled began to clamor again.
"It's okay." Blush once again secretly climbed her cheeks, and the smell of Jiulixiang penetrated into Cen Qingyi's nose, making her breathing more chaotic. Cen Qingyi changed the subject: "Let's watch TV."
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Just like that, Cen Qingyi took Jiang Zhiyi to the living room, turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa... Cen Qingyi's hand had been held, and she was in a mess after eating dessert just now, and now she is still a bit frizzy.
This feels no ordinary strangeness, they are the objects of the Spring Festival evening, but they are doing things that are unique to young couples.
Jiang Zhiyi really didn't say anything, Cen Qingyi didn't speak, she hardly spoke.
There was a gurgling sound from the kitchen, and Cen Qingyi had to be careful not to dry the pot.
"Oh, I bought the fruit and forgot to wash it," Cen Qingyi withdrew his hand suddenly this time, "Look at me, I forgot to pour you a glass of water, sorry."
Cen Qingyi's courtesy sounded very polite, Jiang Zhiyi got up, "I'll wash it."
Cen Qingyi opened the refrigerator, and the row of various dairy products seemed to be waiting for the owner's inspection. Jiang Zhiyi pursed his lips and smiled silently.
Jiang Zhiyi felt the cold water in the kitchen for the first time. She stared at the kitchen faucet thoughtfully and looked around the kitchen as if watching.
"Ice hands?" Cen Qingyi noticed that Jiang Zhiyi's movements were frozen, and knocked her away lightly with her body, "I can wash it, and you can help me get a plate." Yubi remembered something and said, "No need. , You don't know where it is."
So, the fruit was washed by Cen Qingyi in the end.
Jiang Zhiyi twirled a grape to reach it, and Cen Qingyi was stunned, "You can eat it."
Jiang Zhiyi said with a smile, "Don't you like being fed?"
Cen Qingyi remembered the information received at the dinner table, blushed and shook his head, pretending to watch TV.
"I don't seem to like this way," Jiang Zhiyi thought thoughtfully, "then change it."
Cen Qingyi was embarrassed, and even deliberately moved to the side in order to keep the distance, but it was a pity that it ended in failure in the next second.
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