After rebirth, I gave up Bai Yueguang

Because it was Song Ning's first time modeling, he was already nervous and had trouble finding his groove. Then, when he was half-naked, he looked like a zombie. Song Ning was completely out of his element, constantly being scolded by the photographer. Finally, after 8 p.m., the shoot was complete. When it was over, Song Ning collapsed on the ground for twenty minutes before getting up.

"Oh my god! I never thought taking a photo could be so tiring," Song Ning sighed with a tearful face, "I feel like my waist and legs aren't my own anymore. It's more tiring than doing a hip and leg workout. No, I'm going to sleep all morning tomorrow."

"So, everything looks simple," Su Jing laughed at him, "Even a top student can't do everything with ease, right? Hehe."

"That's right. Only by trying it yourself can you understand the suffering of others. Nothing is really easy." Song Ning pinched his calf and said to the two people without looking up: "Okay, go home. I'm too tired. I don't have the energy to go out for dinner again. I'll treat you to dinner when school starts. Thank you for letting me earn 800 yuan."

"Okay, then we'll leave first. I think he's almost starving to death." Su Jing looked at Jiang Yi and smiled.

On the way back, Jiang Yi kept looking out the window with a blank face.

"Why aren't you talking? Are you too tired after waiting all day?" Su Jing asked with concern. "Waiting for someone is really annoying. I know Auntie probably didn't cook for us today. Now I can only make you a midnight snack when I go back."

Jiang Yi tilted his head slightly, glanced at Su Jing out of the corner of his eye, then turned back to look outside without saying a word.

He didn't really understand why he was so unhappy right now, as if a huge stone was weighing on his heart. Was he jealous because the other party chose Song Ning? No, he had never wanted to shoot a commercial in the first place, so why would he be jealous of him being chosen?

But the rage in her chest was indeed jealousy. Yes, it was jealousy. How could that guy put his arm around her waist? She had never done that before. She always said that Song Ning had a good figure, and today she even touched him. Damn it!

Seeing that Jiang Yi ignored her, Su Jing didn't say anything else. After all, they were still in the taxi.

The two of them walked into the house in silence. As soon as they changed into slippers, Jiang Yi grabbed her wrist and walked into the bathroom.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Su Jing was puzzled.

Jiang Yi didn't answer. He pulled her to the sink and took both of her hands in his. His hands were much bigger than Su Jing's. The delicate and warm touch made her limbs weak.

Holding her with one hand, he turned on the faucet with the other, and water flowed out. Jiang Yi placed her hand under the faucet and rinsed it, then reached out to take the soap and applied it to her hand. Su Jing looked up, puzzled at his now gloomy face, not understanding what he was doing, and could only let him wash her hands.

Jiang Yi rubbed Su Jing's hands earnestly. This was the first time they had held hands. Su Jing didn't know what Jiang Yi felt, but her heart itched, her breathing quickened, and her legs seemed to lose strength. She kept her eyes fixed on Jiang Yi's serious profile. His nose was high, his eyes were downcast, his long eyelashes cast a crescent shadow, and his lips were tightly pursed. This profile was also perfect.

"How long are you going to wash? Are you trying to peel off a layer of skin for me?" After washing for several minutes, Su Jing had seen enough of his profile and was getting impatient. She was hungry. And her feet were sore from standing all day.

Hearing the impatience in Su Jing's tone, Jiang Yi turned off the water, took a towel to dry her hands, and then applied hand cream on her.

The smooth texture of the hand cream rubbed against their hands. An inexplicable feeling gradually rose in their bodies. Su Jing stopped staring at his face; she could already hear her own heartbeat. Jiang Yi also felt his body heating up, and the blood in his body began to concentrate in one place.

"Okay," Jiang Yi said coldly with a dark face, controlling his breathing which was also getting faster: "Your hands are so dirty, I don't know if you have washed them clean." After that, he shook off Su Jing's hand, turned around and walked quickly upstairs.

Su Jing didn't understand what he meant at first. She looked at his back with a puzzled look on her face, then looked at her hands and shook her head. Anyway, he was unhappy. Alas, children are really troublesome!

Are his hands dirty? Perhaps. This guy has a mysophobia to begin with. He touched so many things outside in the studio, so it's normal for him to feel disgusted. But the fact that he's disgusted enough to wash his hands himself is serious enough. It seems he's not only disgusted by the dirtiness of things outside, but also by his own poor hand-washing skills.

Su Jing looked at her hands and thought for a while, then returned to her room and changed her clothes. Today, she didn't delay and put her clothes into the washing machine directly. Otherwise, who knows what he would say when he saw her coming down.

She got a headache when she thought of Tang Monk.

"Take down your clothes and wash them together?" Su Jing shouted upstairs, and without waiting for his reply, she went into the kitchen. This young master was in a bad mood, so she had to make something to comfort him.

Damn, I'm tired too, and I have to work to make the young master happy. Sigh...

Su Jing despised herself inwardly. She was always so nervous about this man, unable to bear the thought of him being unhappy. In her past life, he always granted her every wish, and in this life, she couldn't escape the same curse. Fine, consider it the price of living in his house.

What should I cook? It's too tiring, so I can't make it too complicated. But since the young master is unhappy, I have to do it no matter how tired I am. As long as I can make the young master happy, I am willing to die of exhaustion!

He likes to eat sweet, sweet, sweet...

There are eggs and butter in the fridge, so I'll make him a lemon cake. This is actually pretty quick.

I seem to be running low on low-gluten flour. I’m going to buy some more after I finish making it today.

Three eggs. Okay, melt the butter in warm water. Then beat in the eggs and use the whisk.

"squeak…………"

Okay, the egg batter is ready. Add butter, sugar, lemon juice, and lemon zest. "Squeak..."

Now add flour and milk powder, "squeak..."

Okay, the cake batter is ready, grease the baking pan, pour it in, OK, put it in the oven, medium heat for 20 minutes, done.

Su Jing was alone in the kitchen, muttering to herself as she prepared the cake batter and put it in the oven. She didn't notice the person standing at the kitchen door watching her busy work silently.

Jiang Yi had been watching her at the door for a long time, watching her bend down to get flour, watching her beat eggs, watching her complain about being difficult to serve, but making the cake with a smile on her face.

It was not until Su Jing put the baking tray into the oven that Jiang Yi smiled slightly, turned around and went to the bathroom to turn on the washing machine.

Her care for me, in fact, has never changed, right? Even if she said that she no longer expected this love, I am still the most important person in her heart.

When he came out of the kitchen after washing the clothes, Su Jing also came out. Seeing that his expression had softened, she smiled at him ingratiatingly and said, "Master, I have baked a cake for you. It will be ready soon."

"Yeah." Jiang Yi tried hard to suppress the smile in his heart and prevent the corners of his mouth from curling up. He still responded in a cold tone.

Su Jing was about to go back to her room to take a shower and come out to eat.

"You baked the cake, have you cleaned up the kitchen?" She had just taken a step when a cold question came from behind her.

"Uh..." Su Jing turned around and forced a smile: "Let's wash together after eating."

"Oh..." Jiang Yi snorted, frowned, and ignored her, walking to the sofa and sitting down.

When Su Jing came out of the shower, Jiang Yi had already taken out the cake. She sniffed, "Oh, it smells so good," and ran to the dining table with her eyes shining, "Oh my god, I'm starving."

"Hey, isn't this made for me?" Jiang Yi looked at her expressionlessly.

"Okay, fine." Su Jing's hand stopped right above the cake, and slowly retracted it. She turned her head and smiled respectfully at Jiang Yi: "Master, please go first."

"Oh, it smells so good!" At this time, Wu Wanqiu's voice came from the door, opening the door with her key and talking to her, "You're still in the mood to bake a cake so late at night? I'm back just in time."

After changing her shoes, Wu Wanqiu walked to the dining table with a smile on her face. She picked up a piece of cake and stuffed it into her mouth. She said in a vague voice, "Hey, why aren't you two eating yet?"

Su Jing immediately acted aggrieved, blinking her eyes and said, "The young master said he hasn't eaten yet, so I can't eat."

"Hey, ignore him. I know you did it. This guy isn't that diligent." Wu Wanqiu took a piece and handed it to Su Jing's mouth: "Eat yours, ignore him, I'm here."

"Okay!" Su Jing looked at Jiang Yi proudly, her eyebrows moving. She took a bite from Wu Wanqiu's hand before catching the cake with her own hands.

Jiang Yi glared at her and took a piece to eat. He was also starving. The cake was not big to begin with, and if he didn't eat it now, it would be gone.

Wu Wanqiu ate a small piece and went upstairs. Su Jing also ate only one piece. She guessed that Jiang Yi was not full, but seeing his expression today, she did not intend to ask him again and went straight back to the kitchen.

The sound of clapping echoed from the kitchen again. Jiang Yi sat back on the sofa and turned on the TV. He clicked the remote control, changing channels one by one. He didn't know where his mind was wandering, what he was thinking about, and his eyes kept glancing towards the kitchen.

Another ten minutes later, Su Jing brought out two bowls of noodles and a plate of mixed cucumbers, "Come and eat." She put the noodles on the dining table and shook her hands. The bowl was a little hot.

Jiang Yi, still trying hard to suppress the smile that threatened to spill from his face, walked to the table with a stern face and sat down. A bowl of plain noodles and a fried egg were steaming, and the red chili oil reflected the light.

The warm feeling he had longed for reappeared, like the steam rising from a bowl, spreading out bit by bit, enveloping him bit by bit...

"Why are there no green onions?" Jiang Yi picked up the chopsticks and said with a look of disgust.

"Lazy!" Su Jing rolled her eyes at him. She didn't like onions, so she hadn't even thought about it. "Just eat it as it is. Someone cooked it and brought it to you, yet you still have so many demands? You have so many problems."

Su Jing lowered her head to eat noodles and didn't look at him again, but he kept staring at her face, as if thinking about something.