Translator: Moonlight_Revolt
Editor: Chibi_Lazy
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He Xing looked at him in surprise.
Jiang Yingjing said with a straight face: "I suddenly feel hungry."
He said and took the flask, spoon, and chopsticks from her hand.
He Xing was ecstatic and almost jumped up. It is the first time that Jiang Yingjing has done what she wanted to! Oh, my god, this is incredible! She already said it. Every day she knows him better. He will finally accept her!
Xu Mengyang stared at Jiang Yingjing in amazement: "Hey, isn't your throat uncomfortable recently? Can you eat spicy food?"
He Xing's heart raised, she carefully asked: "Is your throat uncomfortable?"
Jiang yingjing said vaguely: "Well, a little……"
He Xing held her hands together and whispered, "Sorry, I don't know. If you can't eat it, don't force it..."
Jiang Yingjing said casually, "It doesn't matter, it won't matter if you eat a spicy meal."
Yes, she saw him eat a hot pot yesterday, which should be no big problem, but now He Xing looks back carefully and remembers when Jiang Yingjing ate the hot pot. It seemed he ate from the other three fresh pots ...
"Next time, don't give me Maocai."
“This is hot pot…"
"Whether it is a hot pot or a Maocai, can you stop doing this in the future? I guess from the whole school; no, from the whole world, you are the only person who would send spicy hot pot after the students played basketball! I don't know what you are thinking!"
"Then have I succeeded in attracting your attention?"
Jiang Yingjing's lips drawn into a line: "If I wasn't holding anything, I would applaud you."
He Xing scratched her head shyly. "Oh. Are you sure you will be alright after finishing it?"
Jiang Yingjing took the flask and said, "Let's eat together. I can't finish this big pot."
Xu Mengyang blossomed with joy, nodded hastily, and whispered, "It's good to be handsome. You can eat whatever you want. I never dreamed that I could eat hot pot after playing basketball!" He looked at He Xing, his voice was excited. "Creative classmate, can you bring a barbecue next time?"
Jiang Yingjing slapped him in the head, "Can you stop with idiocy demands?"
He Xing looked at Jiang Yingjing and thought that he would soon be able to eat her loving afternoon tea. Her face was full of foolish smiles.
Jiang yingjing looked at her: "Please promise me. Don't send me hot pot in the future."
He Xing was startled. She also intended to give him tomorrow.
"Don't you like it?"
Jiang yingjing smiled slightly: "It is difficult for me to accept your extraordinary ways."
He Xing nodded: "I understand."
Jiang yingjing added: "Barbecue is also not required."
Although Jiang Yingjing's attitude is, as usual. Every day she was rejected on the rooftop. The killer had never been soft, killing her every day, but He Xing is still very happy. Jiang Yingjing already knew her. His words changed from "I don't know you" to "You were the one who delivered the flask of pig's feet soup and milk hot pot that afternoon?" Although the final answer is still "I do not like you," but He Xing saw hope!
But finally, a kind of food was accepted by Jiang Yingjing— Spicy Hot Pot! He stressed to her that she should not send hot pot in the future, even the barbecue was rejected as an option. What should she send next time?
He Xing felt a headache.
Every day, she takes time to read the recipes on her mobile phone, study all kinds of delicious food. She ate in the canteen at noon, went to the supermarket to buy food, went home, and raced against time. Then, she rushed into the kitchen to try to make a heartfelt afternoon tea for Jiang Yingjing.
Unfortunately, she has no culinary talent and is always screwed up.
One time, she was frying a small fish, she didn't know how to remove gills and intestines. She would directly throw the fish directly into the oil pan, which not only made the fish black but also a strong fishy smell, which is even hard for her to swallow. She was embarrassed to show it to Jiang Yingjing.
When cooking porridge, there was too little water, and instead cooked a pot of white rice. Although the rice cooker was smart and the rice was not burnt. Jiang Yingjing, who had just finished playing the ball, held a pot of white rice, refused from the bottom of his heart!
He Xing's parents need to work during the day and have no time to guide her to cook. She was scared by the hot oil splashed in the pot. Later, He Xing understands she is not a cooking material. Finally, she gave up before the kitchen caught fire ...
He Xing was lying in bed in frustration, wiping her face with her hands. the flour on her hands stuck to her face like a small fluffy cat.
She hasn't seen Qin Xingli for a long time. When she goes home every day, she tries to avoid meeting him. If Qin Xingli sees her and greets her warmly. He Xing would run away without saying anything.
When she encountered difficulties in cooking, she also thought about calling or sending a message to ask Qin Xingli for guidance. It's not a meeting, It's just asking something from a distance that has nothing to do with feelings. The murderer should not mind...
But in the end, He Xing still held her back, the psychopath murderer may think she deliberately wanted to be close to Qin Xingli...
Senior Xingli said she had no talent for cooking. He Xing thought that as long as she worked hard, she could see the dawn of hope…
He Xingi's wrong. Some things require talent...
He Xing took out her piggy bank and took out all the money inside.
It seems her intention of making a heartfelt meal for Jiang Yingjing was shattered and the only option is to go to a restaurant and buy a take-out.
He Xing had four principles: First Delicious! Second, Simple recipe, even a bad cook like her could make it. Third, it is not expensive or exaggerated. Fourth, it should be special, be sure to stand out among the many of Jiang Yingjing's fans, let him be impressed by her!
The same Thursday, afternoon.
The playground is still surrounded by a group of Jiang Yingjing's fans, cheering and screaming. However, most girls can't understand basketball, they’re there to see the handsome posture of male gods on the basketball court.
After the game was finished, Jiang Yingjing walked to the sidelines and wiped his sweat with a towel. A few daring girls hurriedly handed him mineral water, but He Xing tried to hold the thermos flask that let her stand out among a pile of plastic beverage bottles: "Classmate Jiang, look at me, look at me!"
She held the flask too high, too close to him, that the thermos flask almost hit Jiang Yingjing's chin.
Jiang Yingjing conveniently took the thermos cup and looked blankly at He Xing: "What is this?"
He Xing smiled very sweetly, her face was full of flattery: "I heard that your throat is uncomfortable, and I brought snow fungus pear soup. It is sweet and good for your throat. The thermos flask is newly bought and sterilized with hot water. You are the first one to use it. Please feel free to drink it."
"...... Thank you."
"My name is He Xing. "
"Oh, He Xing."
She could be wrong, but Jiang Yingjing's eyes were gentler than usual.
He took a sip of the stewed soft glutinous snow fungus soup. his lips slightly raised: "It tastes good. Did you cook it yourself?"
Jiang Yingjing said with a straight face: "I suddenly feel hungry."
He said and took the flask, spoon, and chopsticks from her hand.
He Xing was ecstatic and almost jumped up. It is the first time that Jiang Yingjing has done what she wanted to! Oh, my god, this is incredible! She already said it. Every day she knows him better. He will finally accept her!
Xu Mengyang stared at Jiang Yingjing in amazement: "Hey, isn't your throat uncomfortable recently? Can you eat spicy food?"
He Xing's heart raised, she carefully asked: "Is your throat uncomfortable?"
Jiang yingjing said vaguely: "Well, a little……"
He Xing held her hands together and whispered, "Sorry, I don't know. If you can't eat it, don't force it..."
Jiang Yingjing said casually, "It doesn't matter, it won't matter if you eat a spicy meal."
Yes, she saw him eat a hot pot yesterday, which should be no big problem, but now He Xing looks back carefully and remembers when Jiang Yingjing ate the hot pot. It seemed he ate from the other three fresh pots ...
"Next time, don't give me Maocai."
“This is hot pot…"
"Whether it is a hot pot or a Maocai, can you stop doing this in the future? I guess from the whole school; no, from the whole world, you are the only person who would send spicy hot pot after the students played basketball! I don't know what you are thinking!"
"Then have I succeeded in attracting your attention?"
Jiang Yingjing's lips drawn into a line: "If I wasn't holding anything, I would applaud you."
He Xing scratched her head shyly. "Oh. Are you sure you will be alright after finishing it?"
Jiang Yingjing took the flask and said, "Let's eat together. I can't finish this big pot."
Xu Mengyang blossomed with joy, nodded hastily, and whispered, "It's good to be handsome. You can eat whatever you want. I never dreamed that I could eat hot pot after playing basketball!" He looked at He Xing, his voice was excited. "Creative classmate, can you bring a barbecue next time?"
Jiang Yingjing slapped him in the head, "Can you stop with idiocy demands?"
He Xing looked at Jiang Yingjing and thought that he would soon be able to eat her loving afternoon tea. Her face was full of foolish smiles.
Jiang yingjing looked at her: "Please promise me. Don't send me hot pot in the future."
He Xing was startled. She also intended to give him tomorrow.
"Don't you like it?"
Jiang yingjing smiled slightly: "It is difficult for me to accept your extraordinary ways."
He Xing nodded: "I understand."
Jiang yingjing added: "Barbecue is also not required."
Although Jiang Yingjing's attitude is, as usual. Every day she was rejected on the rooftop. The killer had never been soft, killing her every day, but He Xing is still very happy. Jiang Yingjing already knew her. His words changed from "I don't know you" to "You were the one who delivered the flask of pig's feet soup and milk hot pot that afternoon?" Although the final answer is still "I do not like you," but He Xing saw hope!
But finally, a kind of food was accepted by Jiang Yingjing— Spicy Hot Pot! He stressed to her that she should not send hot pot in the future, even the barbecue was rejected as an option. What should she send next time?
He Xing felt a headache.
Every day, she takes time to read the recipes on her mobile phone, study all kinds of delicious food. She ate in the canteen at noon, went to the supermarket to buy food, went home, and raced against time. Then, she rushed into the kitchen to try to make a heartfelt afternoon tea for Jiang Yingjing.
Unfortunately, she has no culinary talent and is always screwed up.
One time, she was frying a small fish, she didn't know how to remove gills and intestines. She would directly throw the fish directly into the oil pan, which not only made the fish black but also a strong fishy smell, which is even hard for her to swallow. She was embarrassed to show it to Jiang Yingjing.
When cooking porridge, there was too little water, and instead cooked a pot of white rice. Although the rice cooker was smart and the rice was not burnt. Jiang Yingjing, who had just finished playing the ball, held a pot of white rice, refused from the bottom of his heart!
He Xing's parents need to work during the day and have no time to guide her to cook. She was scared by the hot oil splashed in the pot. Later, He Xing understands she is not a cooking material. Finally, she gave up before the kitchen caught fire ...
He Xing was lying in bed in frustration, wiping her face with her hands. the flour on her hands stuck to her face like a small fluffy cat.
She hasn't seen Qin Xingli for a long time. When she goes home every day, she tries to avoid meeting him. If Qin Xingli sees her and greets her warmly. He Xing would run away without saying anything.
When she encountered difficulties in cooking, she also thought about calling or sending a message to ask Qin Xingli for guidance. It's not a meeting, It's just asking something from a distance that has nothing to do with feelings. The murderer should not mind...
But in the end, He Xing still held her back, the psychopath murderer may think she deliberately wanted to be close to Qin Xingli...
Senior Xingli said she had no talent for cooking. He Xing thought that as long as she worked hard, she could see the dawn of hope…
He Xingi's wrong. Some things require talent...
He Xing took out her piggy bank and took out all the money inside.
It seems her intention of making a heartfelt meal for Jiang Yingjing was shattered and the only option is to go to a restaurant and buy a take-out.
He Xing had four principles: First Delicious! Second, Simple recipe, even a bad cook like her could make it. Third, it is not expensive or exaggerated. Fourth, it should be special, be sure to stand out among the many of Jiang Yingjing's fans, let him be impressed by her!
The same Thursday, afternoon.
The playground is still surrounded by a group of Jiang Yingjing's fans, cheering and screaming. However, most girls can't understand basketball, they’re there to see the handsome posture of male gods on the basketball court.
After the game was finished, Jiang Yingjing walked to the sidelines and wiped his sweat with a towel. A few daring girls hurriedly handed him mineral water, but He Xing tried to hold the thermos flask that let her stand out among a pile of plastic beverage bottles: "Classmate Jiang, look at me, look at me!"
She held the flask too high, too close to him, that the thermos flask almost hit Jiang Yingjing's chin.
Jiang Yingjing conveniently took the thermos cup and looked blankly at He Xing: "What is this?"
He Xing smiled very sweetly, her face was full of flattery: "I heard that your throat is uncomfortable, and I brought snow fungus pear soup. It is sweet and good for your throat. The thermos flask is newly bought and sterilized with hot water. You are the first one to use it. Please feel free to drink it."
"...... Thank you."
"My name is He Xing. "
"Oh, He Xing."
She could be wrong, but Jiang Yingjing's eyes were gentler than usual.
He took a sip of the stewed soft glutinous snow fungus soup. his lips slightly raised: "It tastes good. Did you cook it yourself?"
Snow fungus soup
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