Jiaochen

Chapter 17: Unable To Ward Off (2)

Fu Yanzhi glanced at her.

Ji Qingying took a gamble and went for an inch of progress, Doctor Fu, can you cook braised pork ribs?

Ji Qingying watched him take out the ribs, and her eyes filled with a smile again.

I will give you a hand.

Fu Yanzhi frowned, No need.

Ji Qingying didnt say a word.

Perceiving the silence of the person next to him, Fu Yanzhi suddenly asked, Can you?

Ji Qingying nodded and proudly said, Dont underestimate me.

Ji Qingying just realized.

She seemed to have one more reason to like Fu Yanzhi.

She had finished helping, but didnt leave the kitchen.

She quietly leaned against the refrigerator and looked at him. Fu Yanzhi was still focused on doing things, and the incandescent lamp above his head was turned on, illuminating his profile.

She could clearly see every little detail on Fu Yanzhis face.

His skilled movements showed he had practiced cooking a thousand times.

Every action seemed like it was everyday ordinary cooking.

But if you zoomed in from Ji Qingyings point of view, scene by scene, it was like a beautiful scenery from a movie.

Even more attractive to her than any other scenery.

When did you learn how to cook?

Fu Yanzhi looked sideways, and after being met with her curious gaze, he said, University.

You went abroad?

Fu Yanzhi nodded.

He grew up in a well-off family. Although his parents were busy with work, there was an aunt at home who would make him three meals a day on time.

In college, Fu Yanzhi also ate at the school cafeteria everyday with his classmates.

But once it happened that after an anatomy class, Fu Yanzhi went to the canteen and completely lost his appetite.

After that, this incident kept recurring for a long time.

Mrs. Fu was worried and wanted to arrange for an aunt to cook for him, but he refused.

After that, he rented a house near the school and started cooking by himself.

It was quite strange too.

It wasnt delicious at first, but he could eat it.

Over time, he developed a habit of cooking for himself.

Ji Qingying didnt ask anymore.

It didnt take long before the smell of food wafted around.

Fu Yanzhi was really good at cooking.

Even before she tasted anything, Ji Qingying felt like that. And when she did taste the food, she didnt speak, she just wanted to finish everything in front of her.

The two of them had lunch in a harmonious atmosphere.

After eating, Ji Qingying took the initiative to clean up the tabletop and put the dishes and chopsticks in the dishwasher.

She finished tidying up and didnt dare to try and further increase her progress.

She talked to Fu Yanzhi and then returned to her home with her belongings.

She completely ignored one question, and Fu Yanzhi never even asked her about it from beginning to end

What about the dust in her house?

It was afternoon now.

Fu Yanzhi had woken up from his nap when he received a call from Mrs. Fu.

Will you come home for dinner tonight?

Fu Yanzhi went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, took a sip, and walked to the balcony, Are you free?

Mrs. Fu smiled, I naturally have time to have a meal with my son.

She smiled and asked, Why, you are not free?

Fu Yanzhis face had a rare expression of warmth, Where is dad?

He is resting, so I called you to go home for dinner. Our family of three hasnt eaten together for a month or two.

Fu Yanzhi answered, Okay.

He said, I will go back later.

Okay.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yanzhi turned his head and saw the person on the balcony next door.

Ji Qingyings balcony was beautifully decorated and was a suitable place to relax.

The sunlight outside the window was rich, and she was sleeping on the balcony table.

Use a book to block the light.

Fu Yanzhi glanced and quickly looked away.

But the wind seemed to be against him.

He looked at the calm lake. The wind blew by, creating ripples on the lake surface, and a faint fragrance was in the air.

Ji Qingying slept in the afternoon and woke up with plenty of inspiration.

She focused on the drawing and decided on the basic style to keep it simple. Then patiently began to add little details that were necessary for touch up.

Ji Qingying was always like this.

Addicted to work and would forget about everything.

When she put down the paintbrush in her hand, the clock had already ticked to seven oclock.

She reached out and rubbed her aching wrist, picked up the phone, and checked the screen.

It was a pity.

There was nothing from Fu Yanzhi.

Ji Qingying got up to the living room, turned on the TV, and randomly found a fashion show to break the silence of the room.

She was lying halfway on the sofa, and after returning messages to Chen Xinyu and Rong Xue, she decided to poke Fu Yanzhi by messaging him on his WeChat account.

Ji Qing Ying: [Doctor Fu.]

He received that message when Fu Yanzhi and his family were about to eat.

Ye Zhenzhen was also there, and the room was full of her chattering voice.

The phone buzzed. Fu Yanzhi took it out of his pocket and tapped on the screen.

He had a vague expression and seemed to be thinking about how to reply.

Mrs. Fu glanced curiously and asked, Who is that?

Fu Zheng, Fu Yanzhis father, calmly replied, It is definitely not from the hospital.

He was also a doctor and knew that it couldnt be an emergency message from the hospital.

Generally, hospitals didnt send messages, but directly called if they had any problems.

Hearing this, Mrs. Fu raised her eyebrows with surprise, Friends then?

Ye Zhenzhen bit her chopsticks and suddenly said, Brother, is it my senior sister Ji?

Fu Yanzhi:

He looked at her coldly, Ye Zhenzhen immediately stuffed rice into her mouth to shut up.

Woo, she shouldnt talk too much. (Italics for inner thoughts)

Sister Ji?

Mrs. Fu swiftly grasped the crucial point, Who is this?

Ye Zhenzhen immersed herself in bitterness and shook her head abruptly.

She didnt have the guts to reply.

Fu Yanzhi looked down and replied Ji Qingying with a question mark before answering Mrs. Fus question, Friend.

Mrs. Fu smiled softly and hit the nail on the head, Girlfriend?

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