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"Shen Qianqing." He Yifan frowned slightly, and sniffed: "Did you smell anything?"

"Ok?"

Shen Qianqing raised her head in doubt, and then jumped out of He Yifan's arms: "My God, I'm cooking soup!"

He Yifan stood at the door with a smile on his lips and looked at the little woman who jumped up like a rabbit and rushed into the kitchen. Seeing how busy she was in the sun, he couldn't help wanting to thank God.

Such a day is really good, great!

"It's hard to taste bad, right?"

Shen Qianqing carefully watched He Yifan put the somewhat dark stew into his mouth, with a narrow expression on his face.

The two of them just cared about being sweet, and they even forgot that there was still soup on the stove, and now the whole room smells like stew. The most important thing is that this is the first time she cooks soup for He Yifan...

It's just this soup, she would despise it herself, let alone others.

He Yifan didn't even frown. After drinking the soup in the bowl, he looked at Shen Qianqing contentedly: "It tastes good, really, it's good."

If the taste is good, then everyone in the world will be a chef!

This is the soup she made specially for him. What he drank was her full affection for him, so he naturally felt very good.

"Forget it, don't drink it, it looks terrible to me." Seeing that He Yifan wanted to fill another bowl, Shen Qianqing finally couldn't help but snatched the spoon from his hand, frowned and sighed In one breath: "You don't have to make it hard for me to make me happy, let's go out to eat!"

He Yifan was taken aback when he heard the words, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the awkward little woman. The soup drinker has no problem with feelings, but the soup cooker feels awkward in his heart!

"Stupid, I know your cooking skills are very good. Today's soup is muddy, it's all my fault." He Yifan stretched out his hand and rubbed Shen Qianqing's soft long hair, smiling contentedly, as long as he looked at her like this Will be so happy, such a feeling can be really good!

Shen Qianqing pursed her mouth, glanced at the dark soup left in the pot, still couldn't let go: "It's really depressing... It's really depressing to make soup after so much trouble, and it turned out like this!"

"Okay, don't be depressed, why do you want to cook soup for me?" He Yifan asked gently: "Do you hope that I can feel your concern and affection for me from this soup?"

Shen Qianqing was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect He Yifan to say this so bluntly, but thinking about what the two of them had already said more bluntly just now, he bit the bullet and nodded.

In fact, she hasn't cooked for him for a long time. When she was in He's house five years ago, her relationship with He Yifan was sometimes distant and close. Her heart was restless all day long, so how could she have the mood to make soup? ?

It's just that the relationship between the two of them is getting better and better recently, Shen Qianqing couldn't help but want to make some delicious food for him, there is no special reason, just want to make it for him to eat, that's all.

"If I have already felt your mood from this soup, have you achieved your goal?" He Yifan's eyes are full of doting, as if Shen Qianqing is not an adult, but someone who needs his support. In the palm of your hand, it looks like a baby cared for with care.

Shen Qianqing nodded, admitting that He Yifan's words were reasonable, but the truth and the facts are different after all, she was still a little awkward, but finally she didn't blame herself so much: "I'll cook it for you later."