unable to grow up

Cang Han was afraid that the child might still be in a corner, so when he went back, he looked around all the way, and even went upstairs to see if there was anyone hiding behind the stairs. Bag walked behind her and followed her all the way back in silence.

Entering Cang Han's house, Cheng Ling changed his shoes and entered the door familiarly, put the plastic bag on his hand into the kitchen, washed the kettle and boiled water, it looked like he was at home, Cang Han walked slowly After closing the door, he cursed, "You don't see the outside world at all."

"What?" Cheng Ling, who was rolling up his sleeves and preparing to wash the vegetables, leaned out half of his body from the kitchen.

"No, nothing!" Panic flashed across Cang Han's face, he quickly stood at attention, smiled awkwardly, Cheng Ling gave her a strange look, and retreated back into the kitchen, Cang Han heaved a sigh of relief, and secretly stuck out his tongue , Why does this senior have long ears, they are more sensitive than rabbits.

The heating in the room was fully turned on. Cang Han changed his shoes and came in. He immediately took off his ball-like down jacket and threw it on the sofa together with his backpack. Then he went straight to the refrigerator and opened the door of the freezer. There are all kinds of ice cream of various brands and flavors.

Cang Han has a strange little-known hobby: ice cream in winter.

Even Cang Han's mother doesn't know about this hobby, and Cang Han himself can't remember when he developed it. In short, it seems that eating ice cream in winter has become a perfectly natural thing.Even she herself is amused by her hobby, how can there be such a person in the world?I am afraid of the cold to death, but I prefer to eat cold drinks in the winter.

Cang Han stood in front of the refrigerator door and rubbed his chin to think for a long time, and finally chose the one he wanted to eat most with difficulty, but Cheng Ling, who was washing vegetables in the kitchen, leaned out half of his body again, and taught with a straight face: "It's not allowed to eat ice in cold weather, put it back."

"Ah?" Cang Han wailed bitterly, "Boss, it's off-duty time, you can't restrict my freedom to eat popsicles—"

"I'll count to three, if you don't put it back, all the bonuses for this month will be deducted!"

As soon as these words came out, Cang Han frowned in confusion, and as expected, he took the popsicles he had just taken out and hadn't had time to peel back into the freezer.It wasn't that she was really afraid that Cheng Ling would deduct her bonus, but that she knew that Cheng Ling was angry.

Cang Han was very afraid that Cheng Ling would be angry. She didn't know why, but every time she saw Cheng Ling unhappy, for no reason, her heart would also feel uncomfortable. Compared with this kind of discomfort, it seemed that the discomfort of not being able to eat popsicles It's nothing.

Unable to eat popsicles, Cang Han sighed for a while, put on his apron and went into the kitchen to cook. The rice has already been steamed, and most of the dishes have been washed. The slices became even thin slices, just waiting for Chef Cang Han to turn on the fire.

Ignite the fire and pour the oil, put the ingredients into the pot, Cang Han waved the spatula to stir fry non-stop, Cheng Ling handed her the seasoning, the timing was just right, the two of them had a tacit understanding as if they were alone, Cang Han stir-fried the pot It seemed that this scene had been repeated countless times before, and some fragments flashed in her mind, and then her head began to ache again, shaking her head, not paying attention, a drop of oil splashed on the The back of her hand was so hot that she shivered, and when she recovered, the back of her hand was already red, and it looked like a big blister was about to break out.

Cheng Ling was startled when she saw it, and quickly turned off the fire, holding her reddened hand and putting it under the faucet to take a shower of cold water, "Does it hurt? Is there any burn ointment at home? Forget it, let's get on it quickly." Let's go to the hospital..."

Cang Han held one hand under the faucet, bent his body into an uncomfortable position, leaned against Cheng Ling, and made fun of him: "Sister, it's me who got burned, not you, why are you hotter than me?" nervous?"

Cheng Ling paused for a moment, then smiled nonchalantly: "Can you not be nervous? A designer's hands are more precious than their lives, and I'm still waiting for you to show me how. If your hands are useless, how can you work hard?"

While talking, she turned off the faucet, took Cang Han's hand into the living room, and searched for something in the drawer of the TV cabinet.

Cang Han squatted beside her, staring blankly at the hand she was holding.What Cheng Ling said is right, a designer's hands are more valuable than their lives. Both of them have a background in design, and their opponents are well-maintained. Holding two equally beautiful hands together, Cang Han can feel the dryness of Cheng Ling's palm. And temperature, she inexplicably felt that she had held this hand countless times before, and the touch of the palm was exactly the same as in her distant memory. Cang Han missed this kind of temperature and touch so much that she stared at Cheng Ling's hand, eyes Feeling hot, like crying at any moment.

"Senior sister." Cang Han suddenly grabbed Cheng Ling's fingers with his backhand, his voice still had a strong nasal voice, "How do you know that I love ice cream in winter?"

Cheng Ling's rummaging froze.