Chapter 86： Turns out she thinks too much

In Tang Qianfan's impression, the kitchen was basically not equal to this man, and the scene at this time made her a little surprised.

She walked over, glanced at the boiling pot, and reminded: "The noodles are not cooked."

"It's cooked." Feng Xian lowered his head and stirred the noodles, preparing to fish out.

Qianmiao reached out subconsciously and pressed the back of his hand, "Quickly, wait two more minutes."

The man's eyes fell on her slender white fingers, and his throat rolled.

Feeling the slight coolness on the fingertips, mixed with slightly damp water vapor, seeped into his skin.

Three seconds later, he restrained the dark waves under his eyes, looked away, and slowly stirred the noodles with his hands.

Qian Miao has taken his hand away, and his eyes are on his cut dishes, seemingly regretful.

"What are you looking at?" He spoke lightly.

"No carrots." She raised her eyebrows, and the regret in her eyes was obvious.

"Do you like to eat?" Feng Xian's gaze fell on her face seemingly inadvertently.

In the next second, I saw the pretty face raised by the girl.

She: "The noodles and carrots belong to the same family. It's a little weird that one is missing."

"Carrots are the source of the strange smell." He said.

Qian Mian nodded pointlessly, and went out after nothing.

Feng Xian wanted to say something but stopped, his eyes chasing her back, and then he looked at the noodles he was cooking, and fell into deep thought.

Qianmiao's walking time met Qiao Shiwan who was doing morning exercises.

She picked up a branch at will and started the morning training that she would do every day in the temple.

Qiao Shiwan turned around and said: "Miscellaneous, have you eaten the breakfast your brother Xian made?"

"He's still working on it."

Qiao Shiwan smiled, twisted her waist, and said: "This child is filial, and every year now, he will cook in person, thinking about his grandma's goodness."

"When Ah Xian was busy, his father and I were busy and didn't have time to look after him. Basically, my grandma was taking care of him. Grandma is a gourmet and loves cooking food. She also wants to train him as a successor."

Smiling, she continued: "Although this child has no intention of cooking, he occasionally cooperates with the elderly in cooking. After the elderly is gone, he will cook personally on the death day and deliver them to the elderly."

Hearing this, Qian Mian put away his last move, retracted his legs, and straightened up.

Under his sweaty forehead, his eyes were stained with some thoughts.

It turns out that the phrase he just said "by the way" is true, by the way.

"Miscellaneous, why are you in a daze?" Qiao Shiwan wiped her sweat and approached.

Qian Mian regained consciousness and smiled lightly: "It's nothing, I think too much."

For the first time, she had made a mistake in the sixth sense.

"What do you think too much?"

Qianmiao looked at the Samoyed who was jumping in the distance, and said, "Um...I thought he...likes me."

She is used to analyzing and judging things, and this habit has been melted into her bones.

The man's certain actions and words made her naturally subconsciously make judgments about the motives of these things.

Then she came to a conclusion in the morning.

Unexpectedly, she was thinking too much.

However, it is not uncommon, she is not a god, and it is impossible to guess every time she is right.

She didn't think about it anymore, and in a flash, she forgot.

Qiao Shiwan followed her gaze and said with a smile: "Of course I like you. There is no doubt that this piece of Satsuma in our house, the one who doesn’t like it is not even close. Look at it. You are here."

Nothing else, Qian Mian squatted down and smoothed the dog who ran over.

Big furry guy, very cute.

Suddenly found that it was holding something in its mouth.

It is a card.

There are four words written in Mark's pen above: Come back for dinner.

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