shine on her star

When the dishes were served on the table, Ren Qian was stunned for a few seconds before recovering.

The reason for being dazed is that during Chinese New Year in the past, these four dishes would always be on the table no matter whether we were eating at home or not.

She loves to eat.

He Jiyang noticed her strangeness: "What's wrong?"

Ren Qian's voice trembled a little: "Why...why do you cook these dishes?"

He Jiyang asked: "Don't you like it?"

Ren Qian shook her head: "You answer me first!"

There was eagerness in her eyes, and she couldn't help but grab He Jiyang's wrist.

He Jiyang didn't understand what her order was, but he still came honestly: "Because there were only these vegetables left in that small supermarket when I came here."

Ren Qian: ...

It turned out to be just a coincidence.

She let go of her hand, her eyes dimmed.

"Do you not like it?" He Jiyang asked again.

Ren Qian smiled again: "No, I like it very much."

The truth.

"Have you eaten then?"

"it is good."

One of them pulled out a chair and sat down.

He Jiyang put a chicken wing into her bowl: "Try it."

Ren Qian picked it up, brought it to her mouth and took a bite.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she nodded desperately: "It's delicious."

The taste is really good, the taste is rich and the meat is tender, and she has been at home for so long, either eating snacks or instant noodles, and suddenly eating home-cooked food feels very delicious.

Hearing this, the corners of He Jiyang's lips curled up slowly.

While eating, Ren Qian suddenly stopped.

His eyes fell on He Jiyang.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He noticed it, and his heart beat a little faster.

Ren Qian looked at him generously, not feeling anything wrong at all: "He Jiyang, has anyone told you that you actually look much better when you smile than when you don't."

"Yes," He Jiyang nodded, "Many people say that."

Ren Qian was puzzled: "Then why are you still so straight-faced and cold-faced, it seems difficult to get along with."

He Jiyang picked up the chopsticks, picked up some vegetables, and put them in his bowl: "Because I look good when I'm not smiling."

Ren Qian: ...

What is narcissism?

This is.

Still top narcissist.

"And," He Jiyang paused, "I never thought about getting along with those people, so there's no need."

"What about me?" Ren Qian asked, "Don't you consider me a friend?"

He Jiyang glanced at her lightly, but didn't answer.

I really don't see you as a friend.

At least I didn't treat you as a normal friend.

After a few seconds, he asked back, "Didn't I just smile at you?"

Ren Qian was stunned: "Huh?"

"Ah what?" Stupid girl.

He Jiyang picked up another chicken wing for her: "It's delicious to eat, don't talk."

Ren Qian: ...

I thought younger professors would be more lively, but I didn't expect them to be so rigid.

She stopped talking, so as not to be scolded again.

At this time, He Jiyang's cell phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, it was Qin Qing calling.

Oops.

I didn't tell my aunt when I came to Ren Qian's place for dinner.

He Jiyang finished thinking, but still grabbed the phone and stood up calmly: "I'm going to answer the call."

With the chicken wings in her mouth, Ren Qian couldn't speak and could only nod her head.

It was only when He Jiyang reached the kitchen that he dared to press the answer button: "Hello."

Qin Qing's irritable voice came out of the receiver: "Hello? How are you doing? He Jiyang, let's see what time it is. You want to starve me and your uncle to death, don't you?"

He Jiyang coughed lightly, but before he could speak, the phone started cursing again.

"He Jiyang, what do you mean, you're still humming, what are you humming about?"