Became the white moonlight of the heroine

Qiao Nian:! ! !

Before the door was completely opened, she quickly pushed Su Xiang away, barely maintaining her composure and looking towards the door.

Su Xiang took a step back, and the ambiguous atmosphere between the two disappeared instantly.

The person who came in from the door was Mother Qiao.

She walked in, looked at the two people standing together and couldn't help asking: "What are you two doing crowded in the corner?"

The room was so wide, and there were stools beside it, so it was fine for the two of them not to sit, but why were they squeezed next to each other in a corner.

Qiao Nian clenched her hands behind her back unconsciously, and pretended to be calm: "It's nothing, I just want Su Xiang to look at the painting for me."

After she finished speaking, she quietly bumped the person next to her with her elbow: "Su Xiang, do you think so?"

Compared to Qiao Nian's nervousness, Su Xiang was much calmer.

She slowly responded with a hum: "Indeed."

Mother Qiao didn't think much about it, she just said, "Go downstairs to eat after watching, and the dishes will be ready in a few minutes."

Qiao Nian nodded obediently: "Understood."

Su Xiang also nodded: "We will go down later."

Qiao's mother looked at the cold-eyed Su Xiang. When she thought that she was living alone now, her expression softened unconsciously, and her tone of voice also brought a bit of elder love: "Xiao Xiang, from now on every weekend, I will Come and eat."

It's strange that she eats by herself on weekends, so she might as well come over and eat with them.

Hearing this, Su Xiang glanced at Qiao Nian beside him, and then agreed with a smile: "Okay, thank you, Aunt Qiao."

Qiao's mother smiled kindly: "You don't need to see outsiders here."

"You and Qiao Nian will come to have dinner together after watching the painting."

Su Xiang responded calmly.

After Qiao's mother finished talking with Su Xiang, she turned her head and told Qiao Nian to go downstairs for dinner, then turned and left Qiao Nian's room without any regrets.

As soon as Qiao's mother left the door, Qiao Nian immediately ran over to close the door, and then let out a long breath while leaning against the door.

She was scared to death, but fortunately she was not seen.

Su Xiang stood in place and watched Qiao Nian's series of movements, a slight curve gradually formed on his lips.

She walked towards Qiao Nian and smiled lightly: "Why are you so nervous?"

Qiao Nian glanced at the calm person, and said dissatisfied, "It's not because of you."

Su Xiang raised his eyebrows lightly: "Because of me? What happened to me?"

"You," Qiao Nian was about to criticize, but when she met those smiling eyes, she suddenly choked up.

She turned her gaze away and said angrily, "You asked knowingly!"

Su Xiang actually had the nerve to laugh!Absolutely!

She is so angry!Mad! !

Su Xiang reached out to touch her face, and couldn't help but smile when he met her angry eyes and asked, "We didn't do anything just now, why are we so nervous?"

Qiao Nian was silent. Should she be glad they didn't do anything?Why does this sound so strange.

But Su Xiang was still laughing.

Qiao Nian looked at her smile, and the more she looked at it, the more depressed she became. She couldn't help covering her lips with her hand: "Stop laughing, it makes me angry."

Hearing Qiao Nian's blunt words, Su Xiang was overjoyed, she pursed her lips and pressed the corners of her lips that were about to turn up, pulled Qiao Nian's hand, and said in a low voice: "Okay, I won't laugh, don't be angry. "

"That's about the same." Qiao Nian snorted softly.

After saying that, seeing that Su Xiang really didn't continue to laugh, Qiao Nian regained his composure and pulled his hand out of Su Xiang's.

She rolled up the drawing paper she was holding in the other hand, and then said to Su Xiang: "Let's go down to eat."

Su Xiang didn't move, her eyes fell on the drawing paper rolled up by Qiao Nian, and she called softly, "Qiao Nian."

Qiao Nianxun looked at her prestigiously: "Huh?"

Su Xiang pointed to the drawing paper, and asked in a low voice, "I like that painting in your hand very much, can you give it to me?"

Qiao Nian was stunned for a moment, but when she saw Su Xiang's expectant expression, what she wanted to refuse gradually became silent.

Her lips moved lightly: "May I draw another picture for you another day?"

After finishing speaking, she looked down at the drawing paper in her hand, and continued: "The one in my hand is not very pretty."

Su Xiang shook his head: "I only want the one in your hand now."

When Qiao Nian drew this painting, she should have thought of her. This is different from the painting specially made for her, so she only wanted this one.

Qiao Nian looked hesitant, but she didn't even dare to show Su Xiang the paintings before, how could she give them to her now.

She only hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip and whispered: "This one is not good."

Probably because this answer was within Su Xiang's expectation, so she was not too disappointed, and just followed Qiao's last sentence: "Since this one is not good, then what you said earlier that you would draw another one for me still counts." ?"

Qiao Nian answered quickly: "Nature counts."

"Okay." Su Xiang smiled, "I'll wait for your painting."

Qiao Nian: "Well, let's go down to eat first."

Su Ying responded with a smile.

After dinner, Su Xiang sat in the living room and chatted with Qiao's family for a while, during this process, Qiao Nian was naturally there.

So when Su Xiang was about to leave, Qiao's mother raised her chin to Qiao Nian: "Send Su Xiang off."

Qiao Nian, who was suddenly assigned a task: "...Oh."

She stood up, and when she met Su Xiang's gaze, she couldn't help coughing lightly, and said, "I'll take you back."

Su Xiang hummed, and waited for Qiao Nian to come to her side before walking out of the living room with her.

Outside the door, Su Xiang looked sideways at the person next to him: "Qiao Nian, you don't have to send me off."

Qiao Nian shook her head: "It's okay, it's very close anyway."

"And you've sent me off many times, this time it's my turn to see you off." At the end, Qiao Nian frowned slightly.

Hearing this, Su Xiang didn't bring up the topic again, and only asked with a smile, "Qiao Nian, is your stomach full?"

Qiao Nian tilted her head slightly, and looked at her slightly: "I'm not holding on."

It's been an hour since they finished their meal, so they won't last at all, why would Su Xiang ask this.

As soon as she finished speaking, when she caught a glimpse of the smile on Su Xiang's lips, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in her mind.

"Do you have something delicious?" Qiao Nian's eyes lit up slightly.

"That's right." Su Xiang smiled and asked her, "Do you want to eat taro cake later?"

Qiao Nian's eyes lit up completely: "I want to eat!"

Her eyes are clear, and when she looks at people with sparkling light, she can't help but make people feel happy.

Su Xiang's fingers bent slightly, his fingertips moved and then gradually returned to calm.

"Then let's go faster," she said.

Qiao Nian naturally responded repeatedly.

Within a few minutes, they returned to Su Xiang's house.

The moment Qiao Nian just entered the door, Qiao Nian couldn't help looking at Su Xiang, and asked with a smile, "Shall we make taro cake now?"

After asking, she suddenly thought of something: "Su Xiang, will it take a long time to make taro paste cake?"

She was a little worried that it would delay Su Xiang's time. If it took a long time, it would be better to do it another day.

Su Xiang: "Don't worry, it won't be long."

"After I wash my hands, I can start to do it."

Qiao Nian was relieved when he heard that it wouldn't take long, and said with a smile, "I'm with you."

Su responded with a hello, and then dragged her to the kitchen.

Although Qiao Nian said she wanted to cook with Su Xiang, when she got to the kitchen, Su Xiang only asked her to peel a few taro and purple potato skins. As for other things, such as whipping cream and baking cake embryos, it was all Su Xiang was operating.

About an hour later, Su Xiang took the baked cake out of the oven, cut off the top layer of cake and put it aside, then hollowed out the middle of the other half of the cake, poured taro paste, and then Then put the thin layer of cake embryo on top of the cake embryo filled with taro paste, and finally spread the remaining taro paste evenly on the outside of the cake embryo.

Qiao Nian looked at the gradually formed taro cake, and couldn't help boasting: "Su Xiang, your craftsmanship is also amazing."

"It's beautifully done."

Su Xiang smiled, squeezed the cream onto the formed taro paste cake, and then said to Qiao Nian: "Okay, you can eat."

"I'll take a picture of it first!" Qiao Nian smiled, and the next moment he took out his phone and snapped several pictures of the beautiful taro cake.

Seeing her put away her phone, Su Xiang asked, "Have you finished taking pictures?"

Qiao Nian looked at Su Xiang with a smile: "It's finished, I will send you a copy of the photo later!"

"Let's have cake first."

Su Xiang hummed, then raised his hand to cut a piece of cake and put it on a plate.

She handed the cake on the plate to Qiao Nian, and said softly, "Try it and see if it tastes good?"

"Yeah." Qiao Nian took the plate, took a bite out of it with a spoon, and praised again and again: "It's delicious!"

Su Xiang responded softly, and his eyes suddenly fell on Qiao Nian's lips.

"Qiao Nian, there is cream on the lips."

"Where is it?" Qiao Nian wanted to put down the plate and touch the corner of her mouth as she spoke, but before she could move, someone had already moved one step ahead of her.

Su Xiang stretched out his index finger lightly, and wiped the cream from the corner of Qiao Nian's lips.

"Here." She smiled and raised her fingertips to Qiao Nian.

Qiao Nian's ears turned red, and she said softly, "Thank you."

She stared at the white cream on Su Xiang's fingertips, and couldn't help saying, "Wipe your hands too."

Su Xiang didn't move, his eyes fell on her for a while, and then he turned his eyes back to the cream on his fingertips.

"It's just cream." She chuckled, and when she looked at Qiao Nian again, her voice was slow.

"It's okay if you don't wipe it."

"What do you mean?" Qiao Nian just asked, when Su Xiang brought his fingertips to his lips and licked it.

Su Xiang took a sip of the cream, then smiled and looked at Qiao Nian: "It's quite sweet."

I don't know if it's sweet or creamy.