Han Jinyan agreed, and Nanjiu was too embarrassed to interrupt Grandma Chen's feelings, so she lowered her eyes, focused and earnestly poked the rice rhythmically with her chopsticks.
In fact, she didn't do it at all.
After all, Han Jinyan washed and cut the dishes, and in the end, Han Jinyan fried them and added seasonings.
Calculate carefully,
It seems that her only function is to take the dishes and chopsticks out of the kitchen cabinet.
"Grandma, as long as you like it." Han Jinyan said politely. He stuck to the serving chopsticks and took a bite of food for the old man.
If the long silence between Han Jinyan and Nan Jiu is ignored, the scene at the dinner table is still enjoyable.
Nan Jiu sat there, a little lost in thought, subconsciously biting the tip of the chopsticks with her white teeth.
Then I lowered my eyes,
Just saw the extra fish meat in the porcelain bowl.
Just placed on the crystal clear rice, the spines on the fish have been shaved clean, you can eat it directly.
Nan Jiu's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly froze.
I can't tell what it feels like, but a kind of coldness surges up from the soles of my feet, sweeps across my whole body, mixed with unknown emotions, and melts into my internal organs, limbs and bones like overwhelming.
Her eyes flickered for a moment, feeling a little dazed, then she curled her fingertips slightly, and slowly turned her eyes to the side, looking at the figure beside her.
Han Jinyan didn't seem to notice her gaze, and he was still lifting the fishbone unhurriedly, the movements were elegant and delicate, very seductive.
Then,
He picked it up as if nothing had happened, and put it in the bowl of Nanjiu.
"Jiujiu, why don't you eat it?" The old man's kind question in his ear interrupted Nan Jiu's chaotic thoughts, "Eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while."
Nan Jiu came back to her senses, she responded, and smiled again, "Mmm eat."
She didn't want to show the conflict between the two in front of Grandma Chen, and she didn't want the old man to worry about the affairs of their younger generation when they were so old.
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Han Jinyan had already picked up food for Grandma Chen, and probably shaved the fishbone for her out of courtesy.
Think of it this way,
Nan Jiu relaxed slightly.
When lunch is over,
Originally, the sky was clear and clear, but at some point it was covered by layers of dark clouds, and even the sky gradually became cloudy, as if it was about to rain.
Nan Jiu stood in front of the window, looking at the sky outside, subconsciously frowned.
When she comes,
The sky cleared up, the sun was shining brightly, and there was no sign of rain at all.
So she didn't bring an umbrella.
But who knew it would rain now.
to be honest,
Nan Jiu didn't want to have any more interaction with Han Jinyan.
Because she couldn't bear the pain of being abandoned for the second time.
if that is the case,
will be crazy.
Therefore, it is better to cut off all thoughts from the very beginning.
The bravest thing Nanjiu has ever done in his life was being with the cold boy in his third year of high school without hesitation.
That was the most outrageous thing in Nan Jiu's life.
"Grandma, do you have an umbrella at home?" Nan Jiu looked away from the window and asked the old man.
Grandma Chen froze for a moment, "Huh?" She just wanted to answer.
Nearby, I heard the man's deep and clear voice speak, like cool water flowing slowly in the mountain stream at night, and melodious and melodious like a cello, with an indifferent texture.
"There are no umbrellas here."
Nan Jiu glanced at him,
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