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"I made this according to the recipe, so it should still be edible." Coco sneaked a glance at Wood not confidently, and he chewed it expressionlessly, neither saying it was delicious nor not.

These days, I always order takeaway. From rice noodles, dumplings, fast food to pizza, western cakes, and KFC, Coco tried his best to change the tricks, but the phrase "MSG is really strong" that Wood accidentally said made Coco feel infinite guilt , as if it was his own fault for not being able to cook home-cooked meals.

Recently, the company's business is relatively small, and most of it can be handled by subordinates. The deal negotiated with Shengtai Group has begun to enter the implementation stage, which is enough to keep the chairman busy. Lock yourself in the kitchen and wrestle with pots and pans full of fighting spirit.

The first time the braised eggplant was unsightly, it was so dark that it was daunting. Wood asked calmly, "Did you just make one dish?"

So Coco brought out the steamed pork ribs, Wood glanced at the still bright red meat, handed her the chopsticks without saying a word, smiled and said, "Come, have a taste."

Coco silently put it back into the pot.

Fortunately, the tomato scrambled eggs are barely edible, but they need to be watered constantly.

"How much salt did you put?"

"A scoop."

"How big is a scoop?"

"It's just a spoonful."

"Strange, why is it so salty?"

"I put a spoonful when I scrambled eggs, and I also put a spoonful when I fried tomatoes..." Coco muttered while biting her chopsticks.

"..." Wood took a deep breath and continued to ask, "What's the phone number for takeaway?"

Coco lowered his head: "Let's go find it."

With such a painful experience, Coco learned how to behave, and went to the bookstore to buy a cookbook and came back to study it, and then ticked off a few dishes that were not difficult to challenge.

What I made this evening was Kung Pao Chicken, Tofu Shrimp, Shredded Potatoes Simmered in Vinegar, Garlic Cabbage, and a pot of Black Chicken Soup.

The TV was on, and it was the news broadcast time. The male anchor's voice was a little shrill, which always made people feel uncomfortable.

Coco lowered his head to pick up the rice, and rarely picked up food. He was still very nervous when he was alone with the person he liked, and the hands holding the chopsticks trembled slightly. The more he wanted to relax, the more tense his nerves became, and he couldn't control himself.

Wood ate very slowly. The left hand holding the bowl was holding a delicate steel ring. A slender and strong chain connected her wrist to the heavy sofa. Her range of motion was limited to a radius of five with the sofa as the center. The circle of meters can enter the bathroom and toilet, as well as the kitchen and bedroom, but it cannot reach the door at the entrance.

From time to time, the metal chain lightly bumped against the porcelain bowl to make a crisp sound. To Coco's ears, it sounded like Wood's accusation of her unreasonable confinement.

"What's the matter with your hand?" Coco suddenly heard Wood's question, and her heart beat uncontrollably. When she looked up, she found that her eyes fell on her right hand holding chopsticks.

"What's going on?" Coco was a little overwhelmed, and subconsciously thought that Wood was reminding her that the posture of grasping chopsticks was not correct.From childhood to adulthood, the chairman always corrected her eating habits at the dinner table, whether it was chopsticks, knives and forks, or even the appearance when chewing food.

She accidentally hurt her palm while cooking today. In order to avoid the painful injury, the posture of holding the chopsticks seemed a little weird. I didn't expect Wood to care about this.

"Hand over here." Wood put down the bowl and chopsticks and ordered with a serious face.

Coco was startled, and felt that Wood seemed to be angry, but the sudden and inexplicable anger made Coco confused for a while.

"Quick, reach out." Wood urged with a gloomy face.

Even when he was tied up, Wood was never as unhappy as he is now, and Coco handed over his left hand timidly.

"The other one." Wood sighed helplessly. Why did the little rabbit opposite him suddenly become a puppy?And it's a pitiful little dog who seems to have done something wrong for fear of being blamed by the owner.

Coco hesitated for a moment, and finally handed over his right hand.

"How did you get this scar?" Wood frowned, and poked the bloodstain on her palm that cut off the lifeline, career line, and love line with his index finger.

Coco bit her lower lip in pain, and wanted to withdraw her hand, but seeing Wood's unkind expression, she finally didn't dare to move.

"I was cut by a kitchen knife while cutting tofu..." Coco lowered his head and answered in a low voice.

Wood stood up and walked to the bedroom.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Coco called from behind. Wood didn't look back, and didn't stop in his footsteps. Coco looked sadly at the table full of leftovers.

Just when Coco was about to pack up the dishes in frustration, Wood came out of the bedroom, holding a medicine box in his hand.

"You never cook at home, do you?" Wood put the medicine box on the dining table, then opened it, took out the Band-Aid from it, and tore open the package.

Coco was a little flattered to watch Wood carefully stick the Band-Aid on her wound, his movements were gentle and considerate, as if he was worried that it would hurt her, and he couldn't help but feel infinite joy from the bottom of his heart.

"I can cook noodles." Coco argued a little, showing that she was not ignorant or imbecile in cooking.

Wood smiled and closed the lid of the medicine box: "Then cook the noodles, starting tomorrow."

"Huh?" Coco was a little dazed.

"Just put two eggs and a few slices of ham." Wood looked out of the window with a soft expression, "I kind of miss that taste."

Coco nodded meekly, with complicated emotions.

Wood must be... homesick.

Because of her right hand injury, Wood didn't let Coco wash the dishes, but she didn't do it herself, and let the dishes soak in the sink.

"Anyway, there are still a lot of bowls in the closet, and it won't be too late to deal with the wounds on your hands." When Wood said this, Coco wanted to cry, and wanted to say, I should wash them now, okay? good.

"That will provoke Xiaoqiang." Coco collapsed at the thought of having to deal with a mountain of dishes after recovering from his injury.

Wood said nonchalantly: "Xiaoqiang is very cute, and with them around, the room won't be so deserted."

This sentence is a bit familiar, Coco remembers Wood saying it.

Every time Coco comes here, she brings some magazines and novels with her. She remembers that Wood’s rented house was full of various books and periodicals. Because she was worried that Wood would be bored, she bought a PSP and notebook for her. Of course, an easel and pigment.It's just that Wood hasn't touched a brush since he moved here.

It was getting dark and when the street lights were turned on, Coco realized that it was drizzling outside. She lay on the window sill and looked at it for a while, then she was stunned.

Wood lazily nestled on the sofa and played games on the PSP, the TV was on, and the golden drama was on the air, the hero and heroine met for the first time, he bumped into her, and then apologized, there was no spark when the four eyes met, They smiled at each other and went their own way.Before falling in love, after meeting, but passers-by.

Coco said, "It's raining."

Wood didn't care about it, maybe he didn't have time to care about it at all. The game was at a critical moment and he needed to go all out.

"I don't know if those pigeons will get wet?" Looking from here, there are very few people in the square, and it is very deserted under the night rain.

Wood focused on the game without raising his head and said, "Let's go after the rain stops."

"I have an umbrella." Coco answered naturally.

Wood let out an "oh" and didn't speak again.

Coco left the window sill and sat next to Wood, watching her concentrate on playing the game. For some reason, just staying with her quietly like this filled her heart with joy.

"My... birthday is next Saturday." Coco grabbed the pillow into her arms, playing with the fringe on the edge.

"I don't have money to give you a gift." Wood didn't pause in the movement of his hands, and Wood focused on two things, answering a bit perfunctorily.

The tassel wound around the index finger a few times, causing the skin to turn slightly red. Coco mustered up his courage and said, "Can you give me a painting?"

"The box under the bed is not locked, you pick it yourself."

"It's not still life painting... I, I want you to draw one for me..."

Wood finally raised his head and looked at her strangely.

"Can you?" Coco hugged the pillow uncomfortably, slightly avoiding her gaze.

Wood asked blankly: "Draw you?"

"……Um."

Wood laughed, his deep voice was slightly lazy, charming and sexy. Coco only felt a tightness in his chest and heavy breathing.

However, what made her blush even more was what Wood said next.

"Do you know how the person who was invited to be a model by the Academy of Fine Arts asked the students to copy it?"

Although Coco's major has nothing to do with art, she still had art classes in high school. She suddenly realized that the models invited to copy were all... Hong Guoguo.

Wood threw the PSP aside, put one hand on the back of the sofa behind Coco, smiled provocatively, and asked, "Do you dare?"

Coco only felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat, her ears were so red that she was about to bleed, her eyes were wandering, but she didn't dare to look at Wood's face.

"You coward." A smile spread into Wood's eyes, she leaned forward slightly, and kissed Coco's moist lips.

As if on cue, Coco let go of the pillow, opened her arms around Wood's neck, and automatically and consciously deepened the kiss.

Wanting to turn against the customer, but responding jerkyly, with clumsy movements that are almost rude, he is really a stupid rabbit with no experience. Wood couldn't help laughing out loud.

Coco wiped her lips with a flushed face, and stammered: "It's very late, I, I, I have to go back."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the handbag in a panic, and fled out the door under Wood's gaze.

As the rain outside grew louder, Wood reached out and closed the window.

"...Cowardly rabbit." A bit dissatisfied, a bit annoyed...a bit helpless.

After meeting, before falling in love, if it's just a game of hidden beauty in the golden house, can you give me a deadline first?