After getting off work in the afternoon, as usual, she packed her food at the restaurant and hailed a taxi back ho.
At the mont she opened the door, she was surprised to sll the aroma of food. She peeked in and saw Qiao Luchen busy in the kitchen.
She hadn’t expected that he could cook.
Changing her shoes, she walked to the kitchen door and peeked in. He turned his head and glanced at her, his gaze falling on the lunch box in her hand. He asked indifferently, "Do you eat this every day by yourself?"
Dudu averted her gaze, giving a slight "Hmm". In fact, when she slled the aroma of food, she began to look forward to his cooking, but seeing his back, busy in the kitchen, wearing a white shirt and checkered apron, she couldn’t help but think of Su Bao.
He also used to cook for her like this. He was a great cook, and his food was delicious. Now, she could barely rember the taste of those dishes she loved...
"Put down your things and get ready to eat," he said.
Dudu placed the lunch box on the table and went to her room to change into more comfortable clothes. Only then did she realize that the bedsheet was already laid out neatly, the quilt arranged nicely, and her ssy books on the desk were tidily organized on the bookshelf.
On the balcony, her clothes and that bedsheet were neatly hung, now looking clean and white.
He’s so excellent, why would he marry her when he could have any woman he wanted?
The food she brought back was reheated by him and placed on plates. It looked quite presentable.
He had already served the rice, and even the chopsticks were placed by her hand.
This was the first ti the two of them ate together like this. Dudu quietly ate, feeling sowhat stuffy inside, and didn’t say a word.
He served her a bowl of hot soup and asked, "Is your stomach still uncomfortable today?"
Dudu shook her head, "I’m fine."
"Drink the soup and keep yourself warm," he said.
Dudu reached out to take the bowl. Looking at him, she softly said, "Thank you," feeling a bit embarrassed as she took a sip of the soup to hide her discomfort.
Seeing how much food he had made, after they finished eating, Dudu offered, "I’ll wash the dishes."
Qiao Luchen reached out to take the dishes and chopsticks from her hand, simply saying, "Avoid cold water."
Dudu stood there stunned, feeling the urge to cry for a mont. His care always reminded her of Su Bao, who once also cherished her in his hands...
Fearing she wouldn’t be able to control her tears, she quickly turned and walked toward her room. She opened her computer and continued the unfinished work from today.
She found it very difficult to learn, and her internship was also very exhausting, but she never regretted choosing this field.
Staring blankly at the computer screen, the door opened. She looked over at him, assuming he was just grabbing sothing, and ignored him, but then he walked straight over to stand behind her. Dudu, not used to soone watching her from behind, turned her head and asked, "Do you need sothing?"
He placed a cup of hot water beside her hand and asked, "Do you have a lot of work left?"
Dudu replied, "Just a bit."
"Can’t do it?"
"I can, just slowly." In truth, she was simultaneously looking up tutorials online while working. She hadn’t rembered much of what was taught in school.
Qiao Luchen glanced at her computer screen and asked, "Do you want my help?"
Dudu turned to him in surprise and asked, "You know how?"
He pointed to a nearby chair with his chin, gesturing for Dudu to move aside. "Move over, let’s see."
Dudu skeptically moved out of the way, saying worriedly, "Don’t ss it up, I need to submit this work tomorrow."
He grabbed the mouse, his other hand deftly tapping keyboard shortcuts she couldn’t even rember, looking as skillful as a computer science major.
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