Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Qiao Ansheng only felt his heart, as if being held and put into hot water, obviously warm, but he felt a slight pain.

It turns out that there are still people in this world who are willing to cook for her.

"It's too late now, there should be no place to eat outside..."

I don't know how long it took, until Qin Yanchen's low and gentle voice heard in his ears, and Qiao Ansheng raised his head in a daze.

Under the light, she saw Qin Yanchen's face, immersed in the heat and fireworks of the food, which created a huge contrast with his former cold image.

But it was this contrast that gave him an indescribable charm.

Qiao Ansheng looked at Qin Yanchen without blinking.

Qin Yanchen wanted to laugh when she was staring at her, and walked over and put the bowls and chopsticks in her hands in front of her: "What's the matter, look at me like that?"

Seeing him approaching, Qiao Ansheng's pupils flashed, and he woke up from that complicated emotion.

She returned to nature and smiled brightly: "It's nothing, just curious! You can actually cook!"

Qin Yanchen was noncommittal.

There was the smell of food all over the room. Qiao Ansheng took a deep breath. She looked down, and there was already a bowl of steaming tomato and egg noodles on the table in front of her.

The bright red tomatoes, bright yellow eggs, just put a little chopped green vegetables, although the display is not very attractive, but you can see that the person who made it is putting them together very carefully.

Qin Yanchen took out the paper towel, wiped and wiped the chopsticks, then stuffed it into her hand, and softly explained: "I don't cook much, you will just eat a little..."

Qiao Ansheng held the chopsticks, and felt a little difficult to lift the chopsticks for a while.

Just now, she still regarded Qin Yanchen as a weight that could beat Qiao Mengxi.

But after they knew that she hadn't eaten, they were willing to cook for her personally.

Qiao Ansheng has never been in love. After Tang Qing passed away, Qiao Mingdong also lacked care for her, so even the slightest goodness can be infinitely magnified in her heart.

What's more, what Qin Yanchen did tonight has touched Qiao Ansheng many times.

Qin Yanchen saw that she hadn't put down the chopsticks late, thinking she didn't like it. He frowned, sighed softly, and bent over to serve the bowl of noodles: "Don't you like it? Then what do you want to eat? Me. Go buy..."

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Qiao Ansheng hurriedly grabbed the arm where he was going to serve the bowl, and grabbed the precious tomato and egg noodles in his arms.

Then he shook his head crazily and clarified: "No! I didn't like it, but I was too shocked and moved..."

Qiao Ansheng was scalded by the heat from the bowl, and put it on the table hurriedly. She put some hot hands behind her ears, still looking at Qin Yanchen suspiciously.

"You, are you really... the Qin Yanchen from our school?"

Qin Yanchen stared at her with doubts and nodded his head with a calm expression: "Yes."

Qiao Ansheng retracted his gaze and took a deep breath.

All the complicated emotions in her heart were entangled together, and for a while she didn't know what to do, she just lowered her head and stirred that side.

The heat and fragrance surged together, and it reached her eye sockets, her eyes moistened suddenly, and she picked up the noodles with chopsticks and took a sip.

The taste is not as delicious as it looks on the outside, but to Qiao Ansheng at that time, it is already the same delicacy.

She chewed the things in her mouth carefully. She grew up so big that, except for the uncle in the cafeteria, she had never eaten food cooked by other men.

Qin Yanchen seemed to know her likes well, and didn't put any coriander in it.

In fact, Qiao Ansheng likes to eat tomatoes and eggs, but many tomatoes and egg noodles must be seasoned with coriander, but she can't taste the taste of coriander.

So every time I order tomatoes and eggs in the cafeteria, I have to pick out all the coriander inside.

But the bowl made by Qin Yanchen didn't have any coriander, but a little bit of sesame oil was poured in it.

After eating a bowl of noodles, Qiao Ansheng ate carefully and contentedly, and even the air-conditioning all over his body and the anger caused by Qiao Mingdong and others were wiped out.

"good to eat!"

For fear that Qin Yanchen would not believe it, Qiao Ansheng hurriedly added loudly and solemnly: "Really delicious! Very delicious! I have never eaten such delicious noodles! Why are you so amazing! Cooking is so delicious! "

Qin Yanchen knew about his cooking skills, but listening to her so earnestly boasting about herself, no matter how cold his face was, he was also happy from the coldness at this moment.

"You are too hungry."

He tried to maintain the tone that he was about to rise.

It’s strange that people grew up boasting about her since she was a child, but today I just heard a few words of compliments against her intentions.

"No! It's delicious!"

Qiao Ansheng has a look like you say it's yours, and I won't listen.

After eating enough, the chat box seemed to be opened. Qiao Ansheng's complexion was slightly pale because of the cold, and now it looks ruddy and lustrous.

Her skin is smooth, the light shines on, she can’t even find a small pore, like a warm and delicious lychee: "You don’t know, all the noodles in the school have to be added with coriander, every time I eat coriander, I have to vomit. ."