Back at the house, Qiu Yinong put the morning clothes in the washing machine, took out the dry clothes after washing and carrying them into the room, tidied up the clothes, and saw the busy figure of the man in the kitchen, and felt a warm current flowing through his heart, as if he had already eaten the food he had made.

"I'll make pork rib soup." She walked up and raised her hands: "I've washed my hands very clean in the bathroom."

He looked at his watch again and frowned: "Time is a bit too fast. You make soup, I cook, how about two dishes and one soup?"

"Yes, two dishes and one soup are enough for us." She agreed happily, took out her cell phone from her pocket, and looked up the recipe for stewing pork ribs.

So, in a few minutes the kitchen became like this.

"Cut the green onions for me."

"good."

"What does it mean to put a proper amount of water?"

"Not even ribs."

"God, I forgot to boil the ribs."

"Don't worry, there is a remedy. Just skim the foam with a spoon after the water boils."

"Why is yam slipping and itchy? It's so itchy..."

"Don't wash before peeling the yam skin, and you won't itch if you wash your hands after peeling it."

"Where is the ginger? Do I want to cut it into slices or shreds?"

"Slice." The man said at the end and couldn't stand it anymore: "I'll do it."

"No, I want to get the full mark." She pushed his hand away, picked up the ginger and cut it.

"Ah..." With a scream, the one in her hand was cut off to the ground, bleeding from her left index finger, and a small piece of her fingernail was gone.

"Why are you so frivolous?" Ning Juexi rushed over immediately, without thinking about putting her fingers between her lips and sucking.

Qiu Yinan bit her lips, stopped, her face turned red, and she said in a hint: "No need to do this, just find a band-aid."

"Salute can be disinfected." His delicate jaw tightened, and he turned to find a band-aid. After putting it on, he brought tissues to clean the water on both her hands, and half coaxed and forced her out of the kitchen: "I'll do the rest, go what you should do."

Qiu Yinan touched her nose, looked up at her injured fingers, and sighed. It seemed that it was not easy to get a full mark in performance.

I picked up my phone casually and found that Yao Renhan had sent her a text message saying that there was a big job sent to her email.

A big job means a lot of money, which is a very good opportunity for Qiu Yinong, who is short of money now. He quickly opened his notebook and started working hard.

After Ning Juexi finished cooking two dishes and one soup, he saw the picture of the little woman's fingers flying.

Hearing his footsteps, Qiu Yinong didn't look up, "Is the meal ready?"

"Yeah." He stood behind her, staring at the lines of incomprehensible code on the computer for a moment. This was the first time he saw her work, and it turned out to be so fascinating.

It is said that men work hard and look particularly attractive, and women are the same, and they are better.

Qiu Yinan temporarily finished her work, closed the computer, jumped off the sofa, and saw the table with ribs and yam soup, fish-flavored shredded pork and sweet and sour lotus root diced. The very ordinary home-cooked dishes exuded a warm and tempting smell.

Qiu Yinong, who hadn't eaten at the dining table for a long time, consumed two bowls of rice. After eating, she took the initiative to go to wash the dishes.

Mai Yanqing's kitchen also has a dishwasher, but there are only a few dishes in total. Qiu Yinan rolled up his sleeves and washed it under the faucet.

The water flowed through the bowl in his hand, and a man's chest was pressed against his back, "Thick."

"It's so itchy, don't make a fuss, I'm washing dishes." She avoided the warm breath he blew on her face.

He ignored her hands and hugged her from behind, blew her small earlobe with thin lips in her thin earlobe, and his calm voice was extremely bewitching: "Your performance was only twenty minutes just now, do you want to add points?"

Her breathing was a little disorganized, and she pushed away his face, "How to add it?"

"Go to the cocktail party with me, huh?" His burning eyes stared at her.

She was slightly stunned at first, then shook her head gently, and refused neatly: "No."

He captured all the look on her face: "Why?"

"It's not appropriate for me and you to attend such an occasion."

"But all the men have to bring their female companions at today's cocktail party." He tried to coax her, and his low voice tempted: "You go with me, not only will you lend your villa tomorrow, but you want to hold an art exhibition in the future. I will find you a place, how about providing it for free for life?"

This temptation is indeed great, but Qiu Yinong still shook his head: "You can find another female companion."

He was not satisfied with the answer and frowned: "Are you sure?"

"Um."

Ning Juexi: "..."

She quickly washed the dishes and then walked out of the kitchen neatly.

He pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

A few seconds later, another head was stretched out from the kitchen door: "How about I'll watch a movie with you tonight? Last time I promised to support Pianpian, I haven't watched the movie. I'll go find out if I'm still there..." She murmured and ran out.

Is this considered giving a sweet date with a stick? Ning Juexi leaned against the marble countertop and smiled a little.

In the afternoon, Qiu Yinan's attention was all on the computer. He worked hard for a while and only completed one-third of his work. He felt sore and back pain. He stretched his waist and rubbed his sore eyes. He looked up and found that it was getting late.

Before going to the movie, I always have to wash and dress up. Qiu Yinan hummed a song and took out all the clothes and spread them on the bed. Winter is not like other seasons. There are not many styles of clothes to choose from. I chose a long time before I chose a short wool-shaped skirt. She used to never dare to wear short skirts. Since she had been away for more than half a year and experienced various tests of survival in the wild, this little heart disease seemed to be cured, and she was no longer afraid of wearing short skirts.

She then put a loose wool plaid sweatshirt on her upper body, and she wore a pair of over-knee boots on her feet, covered her favorite British windbreaker with her thick long curly hair hanging down to her waist, and looked in front of the mirror, pretty and bright.

I wonder if he attended the cocktail party?

Qiu Yinong took the car keys and went downstairs to the cinema to watch the schedule.

Although the movie starring Lu Pianpian is a small-cost movie of 50 million yuan, it has no overwhelming publicity, but it is better because of its good reputation. The online Douban score is 8.9 points. In recent days, the number of screenings has been significantly higher than when it was launched at the beginning. The cumulative box office has reached over 100 million yuan, which can be regarded as a dark horse that emerged during the New Year holiday.

There were two games in the afternoon. Qiu Yinong looked at it. One game was over, and there was one game below that should be enough to catch up. Then she sent the address to Ning Juexi.

There was a cafe opposite the cinema. She walked over and asked for a cup of coffee and started drinking it leisurely.

Then I received a voice message from him: "I won't end here for a while, when will the movie start?"

"One hour and twenty minutes left."
Chapter completed!