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I saw a middle-aged man in a suit by the door, bending over in a proper manner: "Sir..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Qiuming laughed dryly: "Dad, do you like to play Deacon again?"

Only then did the man raise his head. He saw the girl behind Qiuming with a look of surprise.

Luo Xiang smiled awkwardly: "Hello, Uncle."

The respectful expression on the middle-aged man's face switched to a kind mode in a second, as if he was full of fatherly love.

"Xiao Ming, why didn't you tell me that a classmate is coming today."

Qiuming replied: "I forgot to say, today I want her to have dinner with me."

"Hmm," the man coughed twice, "Fortunately, I cooked a lot of meals today.

"I'll go to the room to change clothes first, I'm really embarrassed to let the little girl see this look."

Luo Xiang quickly shook her head: "It's okay uncle, I don't mind."

But the man didn't answer, just smiled, then turned and entered the room.

"Your father is really a person with a lot of personality." Luo Xiang sighed.

And Qiuming looked at her, blinking his eyes.

He bent slightly, put his hands on his chest, and said respectfully to Luo Xiang:

"Welcome home, miss."

Chapter 10

Luo Xiang was taken aback.

Seeing Qiuming's fight, she was a little embarrassed: "Ahem, I didn't expect you to like to play Deacon Play."

Qiuming smiled brightly. He pulled Luo Xiang over and said softly, "Then miss, please come in for dinner."

The overall decoration of Qiuming's house is in warm tones, with brown floors, pink walls, and just the right amount of exquisite home decoration, giving people a very warm feeling.

"Wow, I'm a little surprised," Luo Xiang exclaimed, "I didn't expect it to be this style, I thought your home would be very modern, fashionable and boyish."

Qiuming was curious: "Why do you think so?"

Without thinking about it, she replied directly: "Because Yuya's family is like this."

"You are really, why do you use Yuya as a reference." Qiuming's eyes darkened, and his tone was a little cold.

And Luo Xiang was so addicted to looking at the house that he didn't notice it.

At this time, Qiuming's "father" came out of the room, dressed in casual clothes, and enthusiastically brought Luo Xiang to the restaurant.

Looking at the table full of luxurious and exquisite meals, Luo Xiang was dumbfounded.

"Is this... the Man Han Banquet?"

Qiuming smiled helplessly: "It's not that exaggerated."

He pulled out the chair and looked at Luo Xiang gently: "Miss, please sit down."

Luo Xiang blushed slightly, and sat at the table with stiff limbs.

The other two also sat down.

Looking at the rice bowl in front of her, she felt dizzy and didn't know how to eat it.

"Student Luo Xiang, please eat quickly, or the food will be cold." Qiuming looked at her with a smile.

Ok.

She took a bite cautiously, her eyes lit up.

"It's delicious! The ingredients are super~ good, and the seasoning is also very appropriate!"

"Thank you, I am very honored to be appreciated by the little girl." Qiumen's "father" said kindly.

"I'm the one," Luo Xiang said shyly, "It's my honor to eat such delicious food."

Then she turned to Qiuming again: "Student Qiuming, did you learn your cooking skills from your father?"

"Yeah, I learned a lot from Yue...father."

"That's great!" Luo Xiang sighed, "My cooking skills are all self-taught, no one taught me how to cook."

Um?Does Luo Xiang have no family to teach her how to cook?Obviously she cooks every day.

Qiuming looked gloomy.

He smiled naturally: "Then you can still make such delicious food by yourself, it's amazing."

Luo Xiang felt awkward: "Didn't you just eat a bowl of ordinary noodles, how do you know if my cooking is good or not?"

"Then can I have a chance...to try other dishes cooked by classmate Luo Xiang?" Qiuming squinted her peach blossom eyes and blinked her long eyelashes.

"This..." Luo Xiang was stunned for a moment, and she brushed her hair, "There is a chance."

This is the rhythm of her cooking three meals a day?

There was a mysterious smile on the boy's face: "Then I'll just wait and see."

The wind in winter night is very bleak.

Qiuming sent Luo Xiang home.

Luo Xiang put her hands in her pockets and said goodbye with a smile: "Student Qiuming, thank you for your hospitality today."

And Qiuming responded to her with a smile: "You're welcome, I'm very happy today too."

"Bye bye then." She waved her hand.

"Goodbye." Qiuming looked at her intently, her peach blossom eyes were full of stars.

……

Luo Xiang returned home and closed the door, her excited blushing smile immediately cooled down.

"Deacon is playing or something, who is playing..."

……

"Master."

After Qiuming returned home, his "father" looked at him with a reserved expression.

"It's the first time for you to bring your classmates home."

"Yes." Qiuming remembered the active figure just now, and couldn't help smiling again.

Uncle Yue was a little surprised: "I thought you weren't interested in anyone."

"It was true in the past, especially she was the most boring one." Qiuming slowly untied the laces on his shoes.

But that day, she suddenly came alive, like a flame, lighting up his gloomy and boring life.

……

The next morning, Luo Xiang was woken up by the phone ringing.