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Inside the door, Zhao Qingchen, who had been watching from the cat's eyes, breathed a sigh of relief.

The corners of her pursed mouth collapsed, she turned her head to look at Ren Zheng, just about to open her mouth to drive people out, when something was stuffed in her hand.

She took it subconsciously, and saw Ren Zheng bent down and took off the shoes on her feet, and a pair of tender white feet stepped directly on the smooth wooden floor.

Even though the weather in July was still very hot, when stepping on the floor with bare feet, Ren Zheng was still shivered by the coolness of the soles of her feet. She curled up her toes, and then took back the bag in Zhao Qingchen's hand , smiled and said: "I bought the ingredients, can I cook for you at noon?"

Although he was asking her, Ren Zheng didn't give Zhao Qingchen a chance to answer at all. He walked into the living room barefoot and said as he walked, "Where is the kitchen?"

"Hey! You you you!!"

Zhao Qingchen walked up to Ren Zheng's side in two or three steps, grabbed her arm, and shouted, "Are you poisonous?"

"No," Ren Zheng tilted his head, "We are all human, so there should be no research to prove that the human body carries toxins?"

"Who asked you to answer this question!!"

Zhao Qingchen felt that she was going to faint from anger, she lowered her head and pressed the bridge of her nose, but was stunned when she saw Ren Zheng's small and exquisite toes.

She opened her mouth and closed it again. After staying for a while, Zhao Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, without any emotion in her tone: "As you wish."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the bedroom without looking back.

Ren Zheng looked at her back, and at the door that was closed from the inside, her heart was sour, and the corners of her mouth were flattened.

Is she pissing people off?Before she came here, she had already told herself to respect her choice, but the moment Zhao Qingchen dragged her into the room, all the previous brainwashing disappeared.

The only thing left in her heart is that she still cares about her own sweetness.

She got carried away.

Ren Zheng was holding a plastic bag and standing in the middle of the living room, looking at the potato chips on the messy coffee table and the uniform on the sofa, she seemed out of place in this environment.

She lowered her head, wondering if she would continue to stand here with a dead face.

When Zhao Qingchen opened the door again, she saw such a lonely figure. She trembled in her heart, but threw the things in her hand without hesitation, and then closed the door.

Ren Zheng, who was startled by the sound, burst into tears when she looked at the unpacked pair of slippers thrown in front of her eyes.

But the corners of her flat mouth could not help but curl up, she was not deceiving herself, her Chenchen still cared about her.

Hastily raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and after putting on her slippers, Ren Zheng walked towards the kitchen with the bag in her hand.Fearing that Zhao Qingchen didn't have any condiments at home, she brought all the condiments and ingredients she needed.

Prepared fish, packaged flour, onion, ginger, garlic, pepper aniseed, everything that one expects to find.

She only came out with the successful dough at 12 o'clock yesterday, and after receiving the ellipsis from Zhao Qingchen, she got up excitedly and wanted to practice.So now, it is not difficult for her to have a piece of dough that is enough for two people.

Her Chenchen likes to eat rolled noodles, she still remembers it.

After finishing her work in the kitchen, Ren Zheng checked her phone, it was only 11:30.

She walked to the living room, sat on the sofa, and looked at the somewhat messy coffee table. Ren Zheng hesitated for a moment, but tidied up the things on it a little.But when she saw the underwear pressed under the uniform on the sofa, Ren Zheng blushed suddenly.

After she went to the kitchen to see that the fish in the pot was almost ready to be steamed, she walked to the door of Zhao Qingchen's bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Chenchen, it's time for lunch."

No one responded.

She was either angry with herself, or she was sleeping.

Ren Zheng called again in a low voice, but still no one responded.

She gently pressed the doorknob with her hand, took a deep breath, and just about to press it, the door was opened from the inside.

Zhao Qingchen was still the same, with messy short hair, eyes blindfolded, and there was still anger and grievance in the eyes of being woken up.She just stared at Ren Zheng in a daze, her mouth curled up, without saying a word.

Ren Zheng's heart was instantly hit by her gaze, and he raised his hand uncontrollably to pinch Zhao Qingchen's face, and then coaxed softly: "Chenchen, eat first, if you are sleepy, go on to sleep after eating, okay?" ?”

"Oh." Zhao Qingchen became a little sober when her hands came up, smelling the scent from the kitchen, she didn't want to admit it, and she actually had some expectations in her heart.

Seeing her back as she walked to the bathroom, the smile on Ren Zheng's face became more gentle.She went to the kitchen to put the cut noodles into the pot, and brought out the steamed fish.After she cooked the noodles and set the dishes on the table, Zhao Qingchen also washed up.

The messy hair was combed a little by her, and she looked more energetic after all.

She walked to the dining table, looked at the dish in the middle, and was a little puzzled: "Steamed fish?"

Ren Zheng can still cook now?Will handle the fish?

Perhaps it was because the question in her eyes was too obvious, Ren Zheng pinched her earlobe, and said in a low voice: "The fish is handled by the uncle who sells fish for me..."