It's terrible. Mr. Lu is too clingy.

The next day at noon, Xie Xingran had no chicken soup for lunch.

Because Madam Lu and Old Madam Lu didn't come at all, it was Xie Xingran who teamed up with them to deceive Lu Ciye.

Otherwise, since she was with him all the time except for work, she would not be able to make a birthday present for him by hand while keeping it secret.

So that's what happened yesterday.

Lunch was takeout, and Xiao Zhang was asked to buy the materials needed for the handicraft in a hurry.

After quickly finishing her meal, Xie Xingran sat on the sofa and carefully prepared the gift she was going to give, following the video.

Her craftsmanship is indeed not good, but the steps in the video are very detailed, and she still has basic copying skills.

Because of this, she didn't take a nap, but she still didn't finish it when she went to work in the afternoon.

Thinking that I still have time tomorrow at noon, I'll do the rest tomorrow. I can't slack off at work.

After get off work at six o'clock, Xiao Zhang drove them home.

Lu Ci also got into the car and looked into her arms the first thing he did, but there was nothing.

Seeing him pout, Xie Xingran knew that someone might start making trouble again.

Sure enough, the next second, "Where's my chicken soup? Where's the half you said you'd leave for me?"

Xie Xingran just remembered that she had agreed to bring him half of the chicken soup yesterday at noon...

But she didn't even get to drink it herself, so how could she have any extra chicken soup to bring to him?

"Well, grandma's chicken soup is so delicious, so..." she explained a little guiltily.

Lu Ci also looked depressed, his voice full of accusations:

"You just don't care about me. You don't care about me at all. You don't even want to share some chicken soup with me now. What can I expect from you in the future?"

Xie Xingran: "...I'll make you a pot of chicken soup when I get home, okay?"

Lu Ci also hummed: "Can you make chicken soup?"

Xie Xingran took out his phone and searched for chicken soup recipes. "Just follow the video. It shouldn't be difficult."

Following the video to make handmade gifts in the afternoon gave Xie Xingran great confidence.

She felt that cooking by following the video shouldn't be difficult. Wasn't Lu Ci a good cook?

The person she was talking about turned off her phone, leaned his head on her shoulder and said:

"Forget it, don't take my 'job'. I can cook if you want."

[Last time at the hospital, I didn't see her enjoying chicken soup so much. She seems to really like it this time. Hmm... I'll ask grandma to teach me how to make it someday.]

Xie Xingran lowered his eyes and looked at the person on his shoulder for a long time.

When she looked up again, the corners of her lips curled up, but she met the ambiguous gaze of Xiao Zhang in the rearview mirror.

She felt a little embarrassed, but thinking that she was the president now, she glared at him, signaling him not to look at what he shouldn't look at!

Xiao Zhang was so scared that he immediately looked away and concentrated on driving.

After returning home, Lu Ci started cooking. Xie Xingran still felt a little guilty about lying to him, so he helped him.

Lu Ci also took out meat and vegetables from the refrigerator. He didn't want her to use a dangerous knife, so he told her to cook.

Xie Xingran did as he was told and threshed the rice, washed it and drained the water.

She knew how many meters it was, but how much water to put in was a problem.

Looking at Lu Ciye who was cutting meat, she asked, "How much water should I use?"

Lu Ci also glanced sideways: "The first joint of the index finger."

Xie Xingran responded, stretched out her hand to gesture, and after confirming that everything was correct, she put the pot down and pressed the switch.

Since they had agreed to help, Lu Ci had no intention of letting her stay out of it.

Sometimes I ask her to take this, sometimes I ask her to take that.

Xie Xingran was like a robot, listening and waiting for his master to give orders.

After the master gives the order, he responds and then walks around.

Lu Ci was also very satisfied with her cooperation, thinking in his heart:

[Ah, why is she so obedient? I tell her what I mean. This is what they call family status, right?]

Xie Xingran glanced at him a few times as if he was a fool, really not understanding his strange train of thought.

According to what he said, doesn't that mean she has a better chance of becoming the "emperor" of the family?

It only takes a few dishes for two people, and the meal is ready in less than half an hour.

Lu Ci also brought the dishes to the table and asked her, "Did the light in the rice cooker go off?"

"I jumped a long time ago." Xie Xingran replied, picked up a towel, walked to the rice cooker and turned it on.

Two seconds later, it snapped shut.

Lu Ci just happened to come in and saw that she looked strange. He asked, "What's wrong? Bring out the food."

Xie Xingran turned his head stiffly and said, "Actually, I'm a little craving for noodles. How about we eat it down below?"

Lu Ci also narrowed his eyes and asked doubtfully, "Did you fail to press the switch? Let me see."

Knowing he couldn't hide it, Xie Xingran gave up and closed his eyes.

But I still wanted to defend myself: "I really did what you said, up to the first joint of my index finger. I don't know why it turned out like this..."

Looking at the rice in the pot that looked neither like dry rice nor like porridge, Lu Ci was also confused.

According to what she said, it shouldn't be a big deal.

People on the Internet say that one-finger Zen means the first joint of the index finger.

Is it...

He grabbed her hands, put them together and started comparing them.

It was obvious that although their hands were all the same thin and white, not only were their lengths different, but the lengths of their knuckles were also different.

"It's my fault. My index finger joint is too long." Lu Ci also took the responsibility on himself and said, "It's okay. It's not that we can't eat it. Let's wait for it to cool down."

Xie Xingran was comforted. Looking at his nonchalant expression, he felt that his emotions were actually quite stable.

Although he is a little prone to irritation, he is generally easy to coax.

She helped him when cooking, and when it came to washing dishes, Lu Ci also helped her.

After that, Lu Ci didn't stick to her like before. Instead, he lay on his side and closed the door to prevent her from coming in and disturbing him.

Xie Xingran was really curious about what he was going to do behind her back, so she eavesdropped on his thoughts from not far away from the door.

Before this, she also prepared herself mentally.

She consoled herself by saying that she wasn't eavesdropping, she just happened to be taking a walk in the corridor.

[I only have half a bottle left to fill. My fingers are really fast!]

[I remember it was very popular to give this to someone you liked in high school.]

[As expected, you have to pay for what you have done. I used to be dismissive of this, but now I am frustrated.]

[Thank you, Xing, Ran. Folding a paper star for her would be the best idea.]

Hearing this, Xie Xingran couldn't describe how he felt.

It's his birthday, why is he giving her a gift?

She didn't listen any further and turned back to the master bedroom, so she didn't hear Lu Ci's more straightforward words.

Moreover, he wrote down every word he thought on a piece of star-shaped paper and then folded it up.

【Xie Xingran, I like you, do you want to try it with me? 】

[Xie Xingran, you big fool, can't you see that I like you? ]

【Xie Xingran...】

The words he wrote were so innocent that the boy's ears turned red with shame, and he covered his face and rolled around on the bed.

It was not until half past eleven in the evening that Lu Ci slowly returned to the master bedroom.

Xie Xingran had already lain down to sleep. The light above his head was turned off, leaving only a small desk lamp on.

"Hello? Xie Xingran, Xie Xingran!" He called her name twice in a low voice, but she showed no signs of waking up.

"Hehe." He smiled inexplicably.

Xie Xingran: ...