follow my heart

The next day, according to the agreement, Meng Buqing taught her how to cook.In fact, there is nothing difficult about home cooking. After memorizing the steps, even elementary school students can slowly make it decent.

The general taste is not bad.

Meng Buqing handed it to Ji Wan with confidence, and she just watched from the side.

Ji Wan has a good memory, and the ingredients she took out are in appropriate portions, and even the order of preparing the ingredients is exactly the same as Meng Buqing's method yesterday.

She had never been in the kitchen, so she was clumsy and clumsy with the knife, and the peeled tomatoes were cut into big pieces and small pieces.The movement is really not fast, and the cutting board is already covered with pale pink juice before the cut is finished.

Meng Buqing stood beside her, her shoulders slightly arched, her fingers caressing her palm unconsciously.

Resisting the urge to replace her in the past.

Consolingly said: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if it doesn't look good, you can chop it with a spatula after frying it in the pan. Put it all in a bowl first, and start scrambling eggs."

Ji Wan pursed her lips and nodded seriously.

She picked up the tomato and put it into the empty white porcelain bowl next to her.Finally started to heat the pan, pour oil, and pour the prepared egg liquid into it.

Meng Buqing saw that she was holding the handle of the pot tightly, with a slight upward intention, her face suddenly changed in fright and she stopped her voice: "Don't toss the pot! I didn't ask you to imitate me to toss the pot—"

But Ji Wan just moved the pot slightly, and glanced at her: "I know, you told me yesterday that it is enough to fry the egg liquid, and turning the pot is not a skill that a rookie can master."

"..."

"Of course I know that rookie, especially me."

Meng Bu stared at the situation in the pot, and explained earnestly: "I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it well. It's okay if the eggs are thrown out, but it will be troublesome if the hot oil splashes on you."

"You supervise so carefully." Ji Wan put the scrambled egg liquid on the plate, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Are you worried that you won't be able to eat at noon, or are you worried that I will get hurt?"

Meng Buqing's tone was honest and natural: "Of course I'm worried about your injury. Even if you blow up the kitchen, it won't take long for me to clean up and re-fry a few dishes."

"..."

Meng Buqing hurriedly added, "I didn't mean to say that you would blow up the kitchen."

Ji Wan bent her lower lip, her voice was much softer than before: "I know."

The two words were so gentle and soft that they were almost ambiguous, separated by half a meter, they seemed to be attached to her ears.

Meng Buqing rubbed his nose with his hand, trying not to change his face.

Continue to stare at the dishes in the iron pan.

The phone in his pocket vibrated.Meng Buqing took it out, saw that it was a letter from her mother, and as expected, told her to pay attention to her grooming.

Fat Joe: [Your cousin and the others are all here, don't be compared, come here tomorrow night in some decent skirts. ]

Fat Joe: [Choose the clothes and take a photo for me to see. ]

Meng Buqing: [No need, I am prettier than them in sacks. ]

Fat Joe: [Then I come here to pick you up to buy clothes? ]

Meng Buqing: [...No need, I will take a picture and send it to you later, you can wear whatever you want. ]

Fat Joe: [Good girl. ]

The corners of Meng Buqing's lips twitched, feeling a sense of reluctance in his heart, he turned sideways, and aggrievedly stretched out his hands to hug Ji Wan's waist from behind and said, "It's so hard."

Ji Wan shook her hand, her tone became a little unstable, "It's just a little burnt, just scrape it off, it won't be very bitter."

"..."

The donkey's head is wrong with the horse's mouth.

But Meng Buqing still curled his lips and laughed out loud: "I'm not talking about that!"

She didn't mention it again, just said: "This tomato scrambled eggs is very good."

A few stir-fried dishes were quickly ready and out of the pan.

Meng Buqing took out the bowls and chopsticks to rinse the water, then served the rice, and then helped to bring the dishes to the table.She sat down and tasted the tomato scrambled eggs made by Ji Wan first.

Words of praise were about to be said.

Ji Wan asked: "What did you mean by suffering?"

"..."

Meng Buqing responded, but didn't know what to say.

She has lived to this age almost undisciplined, and she is used to being free and undisciplined, so it is inevitable that she will be a little unruly.He didn't even want to respond to the rare and reasonable request of his own mother.

Not even the biological mother wanted to see it.

When she was a child, she always believed inexplicably that she was not born to Xiao Anqiao.Although the mother and daughter look quite alike, even though she doesn't think Xiao Anqiao will tolerate a child who was not born by herself.

——Until I personally found the birth certificate, which proved that she was the real one.

Meng Buqing still felt illusory.

How can there be a mother who is not close to her daughter at all.

Meng Buqing didn't answer, but raised his hand to support his cheek, but asked, "How is your relationship with Mom and Dad?"

"My mother passed away." Ji Wan lowered her eyelashes and said calmly, "I left two years ago. At that time, I was on a business trip abroad, and I didn't have time to see her for the last time. The relationship was pretty harmonious before."

Unexpectedly, asking casually would lead to such a heavy matter.

Meng Buqing was a little dumbfounded, lowered his head, and changed the subject in a hurry: "Will your mother tell you to look like a girl? Forget it, don't ask, you must be the pride of the family——"

Ji Wan interrupted with a chuckle: "It's outrageously wrong."

She didn't want to continue talking about this, so she asked casually: "So tomorrow is your grandpa's birthday, your mother asked you to dress up as a girl and wear a skirt?"

Meng Buqing nodded again and again: "You can guess this, you are really good."

"It's not bad, it's normal for my mother," Ji Wan said casually, "You really should dress up before going out. Usually it's okay to be dressed in black, but you need to pay attention to your clothes on some occasions."

Speaking of this, people who didn't know thought she was going to attend the state banquet in her pajamas.

Meng Buqing frowned, moved a few grains of rice with chopsticks, and said in an innocent tone: "Oh, it seems that you are like mothers in the world."

Ji Wan clenched the chopsticks in her hand and looked up at her.

"..."

Meng Buqing pursed her lips, shaking her head and looking away.

Pretend to concentrate on eating.

Ji Wan laughed "heh".

Meng Buqing lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on her face. He didn't know if she was angry or smiling.

It can only be conservatively estimated that she was angry and laughing at the same time.

After a long while, I heard Ji Wan say lightly: "I didn't mean that you couldn't figure it out. How could a child who grew up on his own be ignorant?"

Hearing this, Meng Buqing felt a little sour for no reason, and the rice in his mouth suddenly became very present.She lowered her face and gulped down the rice.

Then nodded and said, "The dishes you cook are really delicious."

"Okay," Ji Wan's lips curled up, she brushed the broken hair by her ears, and said happily, "Then I'll do it tomorrow."

Meng Buqing: "Huh?"

She lowered her head hurriedly, covering up the dry bitterness on her face.

This tomato scrambled egg recipe doesn't even add salt...

—

On Sunday, Meng Buqing reluctantly wore a navy blue dress.

There are very few skirts in her closet, and they have been crumpled inside all year round.The navy blue one is a light and wrinkled fabric that doesn't need to be taken care of, and can be worn directly on the body after shaking it off.

It's just that the skirt is a little shorter, so I have to wear a thick coat in spring.

Fortunately, she is not afraid of the cold.

Meng Buqing tied a ponytail casually, stared at the mirror and thought for a while, maybe it would be more ladylike to let down her hair occasionally?She thought of Ji Wan's dignified elegance with loose long hair.

Then I won't tie my hair today.

She went out with her slippers on, ready to make breakfast, and saw Ji Wan was already in the kitchen.The clear light softly illuminates the surroundings, the little girl's long hair hangs softly on her chest, her black eyes are reflected in the light, they are as beautiful as amber glass, and the short skirt tucks in her slender waist, revealing a pair of long and straight legs. leg.

The corner of Ji Wan's lips twitched, "Whose pretty girl is this?"

Meng Buqing puffed up her face, and grabbed the hem of her skirt unnaturally, "My own."

Ji Wan's eyes turned slightly, her lips were smiling as if she was thinking about something.

Then he said softly, "I boiled tea eggs for breakfast. It seems to be a success. Try it later."

"Tea eggs?" Meng Buqing was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat, "Are you made of your tea leaves that cost tens of thousands of dollars a catty?"

Ji Wan frowned at her, "Of course not."

Although the staple food is simply steamed frozen steamed buns and pastries, the accompanying tea eggs are really well done.Meng Buqing tasted it very carefully, but he couldn't tell how much the tea was per catty.

Ji Wan leaned forward and stared at her expression seriously, "How do you feel?"

"Well, it looks very authentic. I thought it was bought from a convenience store downstairs," Meng Buqing said as he thought about it, "If I didn't find it tasteless at all."

"..."

Ji Wan's beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

Meng Buqing stumbled, and changed his words instantly: "The taste, the taste is really good. The tender and tender ones are different from the ones bought outside. After eating, the fragrance will remain on the lips and teeth!"

Ji Wan snorted lightly.

After breakfast.

When clearing the table, Meng Buqing saw Ji Wan raised her hand and pressed her back.She brought the plates and chopsticks into the kitchen first, washed them quickly and quickly, and came out after wiping her hands.

He asked, "Is your back uncomfortable?"

Ji Wan's expression was slightly stiff, and she didn't sit down yet, for fear that she would drag her to run again.

"No……"

"Is that because of dysmenorrhea, so backache?"

Meng Buqing remembered that Zuo Xiaoyun had complained before, saying that her aunt would feel uncomfortable when she came, her back would hurt, as if she was run over by an invisible wheel while sleeping.

She herself is in good health and has never suffered such a crime.

I don't know if everyone feels the same.

Ji Wan almost forgot about this.

She nodded along.

"Then shall I massage for you?" Meng Buqing thought for a while, pointed to the sofa, and said seriously, "I went to massage parlors a few times with my classmates before, and learned a few tricks."

Ji Wan subconsciously shook her head, "No need."

"You think I'm not good? You don't believe me?" Meng Buqing stared at her and said affirmatively to herself, "From this, I know that you look down on me."

"..."

Her derivation of the syllogism was too messy, making it difficult for Ji Wan to refute, so she could only silently go to the sofa and sit down, "Then press it."

Meng Buqing quickly walked over to gear up, and eagerly said: "First, there is no charge, and second, there is no need to apply for a card. Why do you still act reluctantly?"

"..."

"You lie down on your stomach, where is someone sitting and massaging?"

Ji Wan vaguely regretted it.

But being urged by her, he still obediently lay on the sofa, with his hands folded under his chin.Meng Buqing's movements behind him were completely invisible.

When Meng Buqing made a suggestion, his mind was very pure and sincere.But when Ji Wan was really lying on the sofa softly, her long and straight black hair was scattered on both sides, revealing her slender and fair nape.

The hem of the dark gray knitted sweater gathers the slender waist.

So close, so soft and delicate that you can touch it with your hand.

Let her think of that dream for no reason.

Meng Buqing quickly lowered his eyes, don't think about it, don't think about it.

She trusts herself, and if she sneaks up on weird thoughts during a massage—it's pretty wicked.

Quickly adjust your mentality and simulate your professionalism.She watched her eyes, nose, nose and heart, starting from her shoulders and neck, pressing her hands gently.

Going down slowly, fingers sketched to the straps of her underwear and quickly passed by.While massaging her waist, Meng Buqing was keenly aware that her regular breathing was disrupted.

The slender and strong fingers kneaded and pressed, and quickly found the stiffest point on her soft waist, and exerted a little force on the fingertips.

Ji Wan gasped lightly in her throat.

It seems to be holding back.

"Does it hurt?"

As Meng Buqing asked, he lowered his strength, but in fact, he didn't use any strength at all.

Her body is warm and soft like water, as if a little bit of force will pinch a blue mark.

Don't dare to be rude at all.

Seemingly feeling that the voice she made just now was unseemly, Ji Wan paused for a moment, exerted some strength to control her voice, and then said softly: "...a little sour."

"Oh," Meng Buqing found the right position and continued to massage, "Tell me about the pain, bear with it."

Ji Wan wants to say something.

Opening her mouth, her voice was panting involuntarily, and the base of her ears turned red slightly, so she closed her mouth tightly.

"..."

Meng Buqing turned sideways, wanting to change to a more convenient position.

The distance between the sofa and the table was very narrow, and she could only walk close to each other.

Ji Wan's fingers hanging by her side hurriedly rubbed against Meng Buqing's thighs under her skirt, the warm touch was fleeting.

She didn't do anything.

It's just that the spirit is still focused on that hand.Suddenly a voice came from behind, "Are you cold?"

As the words fell, Meng Buqing leaned over and held her hand.

She is looking for the answer herself.

Ji Wan's heart trembled, her hands froze and did not move, but she did not avoid contact with her.Let her be so ambiguous with him that his fingers are almost intertwined.

"I'll go get you that blanket." Meng Buqing quickly let go.

when she turned around.

Ji Wan closed her eyes, and shook Kong Luoluo's hand.

Then he slowly propped himself up, looked at her back, and turned into the corridor.

There is an indescribable sense of relaxation all over my body.

It's small, but it really holds up really well.

The whole process is well-behaved, almost well-behaved.No indecent movements.

It is a gesture of filial piety towards the elders.

Ji Wan moved, and her long hair fell from her shoulders, slightly covering her cheeks.She looked weird, and she couldn't figure out what complicated mood she was feeling at the moment.

It's just that the roots of the ears are red and hot.