Overnight, he Xiaobai seems to have matured a lot.

Kitchen, he Xiaobai a long hair in the back of his head, very serious in learning to cook.

There was a pile of fresh ingredients on the table, and there was a laptop beside it, which was playing cooking lessons.

When cooking for the first time, he Xiaobai, who never touches Yangchun water, seems a bit clumsy.

She followed the teacher's instruction and cut the ingredients into pieces. The thickness of the materials was even and the code was neat. What she cut was horrible and scattered all over the table.

As soon as she split an onion, her eyes were red and tearful. She cut two knives carefully and couldn't help looking for sunglasses to put on.

A careless, fingertip pain, she exclaimed, covering his fingers back a step, above has Qinchu bright red liquid.

She endured the pain, ran to the living room to find the medicine box, knelt on the ground to bandage her wound, and then went back to the kitchen to cut vegetables.

Ignition, pour oil, was washed vegetables just put into the pot on a string of oil ideas, scared her back quickly.

It was only a few seconds. The pot was already dark. She even wanted to cry.

A simple home cooked meal, she made it look like a war and made herself scarred.

After making countless failed products, she finally did a decent job.

Near work time, he Xiaobai called Gu Yixi in a humble voice like a little daughter-in-law: "Yixi, I'll wait for you at home for dinner, and you'll come back early in the evening."

He casually "en" and hung up.

He Xiaobai was overjoyed, threw away the phone and ran to the kitchen.

She carefully prepared their dinner, full of food on the table, she also opened a bottle of red wine.

After everything was ready, she sat on the sofa holding a pillow and quietly waiting for him to come back. Time passed by bit. The clock had already turned a little half circle, and he had not come back yet.

The original full expectations have been gradually replaced by the loss.

Suddenly hearing the sound of opening the door, her eyes lit up and she ran to him with her bare feet to get his slippers: "Yixi, you're back. I've cooked food. Wait a minute, I'll heat it for you..."

"No more." He took a cold look at the food on the table and refused.

"I've made all the dishes you like to eat. You can try them..." Although she knew that he must have eaten so late, she was still eager to pull his clothes, just like a child trying to show adults "I'm good". After all, she did it for him very carefully.

He looked down at her holding his hand, with ugly band aids wrapped around her white index finger. No one could see that she was hurt.

"I have no appetite." He frowned slightly and began to be obviously impatient.

"Oh." He Xiaobai slowly loosened his clothes, trying to squeeze out a silly smile, "it doesn't matter, ha ha, I'll wait for you to go home for dinner every day."

She believed that one day he would be moved by her.

Every day, a pile of rich hot dishes wait for him to come back. If he doesn't come back, she doesn't eat at all. She always waits and sleeps on the sofa. The next morning, she finds that he hasn't come back all night.

She repeated it day by day.

Finally one day, he came back very early, she was happy some incoherent, warm pull him to eat, he did not refuse.

He Xiaobai gave him his favorite dish and looked at him expectantly. When he took the first bite, he vomited out like a poison and said, "it's really bad!"