Chapter 21 Cooking

Back in the classroom, the bell rang almost as if nothing had happened. Xu Xin sat in her seat as if nothing had happened. Fang Ling smiled at Xu Xin after seeing him.

Xu Xin looked at Fang Ling smiling, her eyes were bright, her clean eyes were still shining with light, and a soft smile was dotted on his pretty face. Looking at him, Xu Xin's bored mood improved a lot.

But thinking about the previous things, Xu Xin began to feel heartbroken and started to feel bad again. The look of Fang Ling's eyes also showed a hint of aggressiveness, but a smile still squeezed out from her face.

Fang Ling saw Xu Xin looking at him with a smile, thinking that she had improved, and she was also happy.

Fang Ling, this Saturday is my birthday. Come and attend my birthday party. During class, Xu Xin pretended to be very happy and said to him.

Well... that, I don't know if I have it... Fang Ling saw that Xu Xin's mood had just improved, and he couldn't bear to refuse her directly, so he stammered and replied

No! You have rejected me last week, this time you are not allowed, are you here ~ OK? Xu Xin interrupted Fang Ling before he could finish speaking, pouted, and looked at him pitifully

Then... Well, I'll try to join. Fang Ling said helplessly.

It's not as much as possible, it's a must! I don't care. I must see you this Saturday. If I find out you haven't come, hum~ Xu Xin said to Fang Ling in a fierce look.

Yes Yes, Miss Xu

Fang Ling felt that Xu Xin beside him was a witch with a change of expression on her face, but she was also very cute, so she couldn't help but agree. She was also very beautiful, but she just didn't know that Sister He Qinghua...

Fang Ling thought of Song Qing's paintings, so he shook his head quickly and stopped his random thoughts. He was also a little annoyed. How could he think of Song Qing's paintings inadvertently.

In the following time, Xu Xin talked to Fang Ling again like a chatterbox, and Fang Ling was still listening with fun.

During the conversation, Ye Yin and Tang Meng also chatted with Xu Xin. During the conversation, Ye Yin and Tang Meng looked at each other, then looked at Fang Ling with a smile, and Fang Ling also greeted them.

Not long after, the bell rang for class, Ye Yin and Tang Meng returned to their seats, and the time for the rest was left to Xu Xin and Fang Ling. It seemed that the two got along well. Ye Yin and Tang Meng saw it and smiled tacitly.

All the students around were impressed by Fang Ling. Among Xu Xin's previous deskmates, Fang Ling was the only one who could get along well with three witch girlfriends, but I don't know how long it would last. So some students looked at Fang Ling gloatingly, some looked at Fang Ling with sympathy, and some just glanced at him. After the bell rang in class, they all turned around.

Fang Ling was a little confused about the classmate looking at him, but then he thought, Xu Xin, Ye Yin and Tang Meng were all very beautiful, and it was normal for the three of them to be the focus together. He didn't realize that they were looking at him.

In the geography class, the teacher gave the students a question to discuss. Xu Xin took the opportunity to get close to Fang Ling and showed that he wanted to study it carefully with Fang Ling. Xu Xin suddenly approached, and Fang Ling did not think too much, but expressed his views seriously.

While listening, Xu Xin slowly approached Fang Ling, pretending to be approaching him because of listening carefully.

In fact, Xu Xin greedily sucked Fang Ling's body fragrance, and even swallowed imperceptibly. The glance at him also brought a strong sense of possessiveness. He wanted to hug him in his arms and play with him, but he just thought about it.

Xu Xin knew that she could not alarm the enemy now, so she had to take her time and be anxious.

The morning passed like this, Xu Xin exchanged contact information with Fang Ling, and then went home for dinner.

Fang Ling took a car back to the Song family. As soon as he entered the door, he found Song Qingyu who was busy in the kitchen. He was a little surprised.

Song Qingyu saw Fang Ling and explained to him that Aunt Lin had something to do and asked for leave, but there were still many dishes at home, so she simply did it herself.

In fact, Song Qingyu can cook some dishes, and she also wants to show her skills in front of Fang Ling and let him taste the dishes she cooked. Of course, she has some other thoughts in her mind.

Fang Ling was also interested after hearing Song Qingyu's explanation. She came to the kitchen to help Song Qinghua. Fang Ling could cook and had a good cooking skills. She studied a lot online.

Song Qingyu saw Fang Ling coming to help with her excitedly, but she did not postpone it. She was just a little suspicious, thinking that Fang Ling should not know how to cook. After seeing Fang Ling skillfully washing vegetables and choosing vegetables, her doubts disappeared a little.

Fang Ling was washing vegetables and choosing vegetables, while Song Qingyu took the initiative to cut vegetables. During the process of cutting vegetables, a breeze blew in the kitchen, bringing a burst of aromatherapy to Song Qingyu's face.

Song Qingyu was a little confused. Looking at Fang Ling who was washing vegetables next to him, he saw the light from the kitchen shining on him, as if a light was covered with a layer of light, which made Song Qingyu feel the hazy beauty, which made him stunned for a moment.

With a hiss, the sound of cutting vegetables suddenly stopped, and the kitchen knife was thrown aside by Song Qingyu. Then she frowned and looked at her fingers that were cut by the knife, and blood penetrated from the wound.

Fang Ling heard the sound and felt something was wrong. He quickly turned around and looked at Song Qingyu. Seeing her looking at her injured hand, she looked a little at a loss. She quickly grabbed her hand and put her injured finger in her mouth.

Song Qingyu looked at the scene in front of her, her face turned red, her heartbeat accelerated, and she stayed in place, feeling her fingers being swept by a wet, hot, soft and slippery thing, and then she felt her fingers being sucked, and the pain seemed to be reduced a little, and she was even a little comfortable.

Fang Ling held it for a while and felt a little fishy and sweet in her mouth. Then she realized that it seemed something was wrong for her to do so. So she slowly spit out the green onion fingers in her mouth, let go of Song Qingyu's hand, and asked her that there were no band-aids at home.

Song Qingyu came back to her senses and replied that there was a cabinet next to the living room. Fang Ling hurried over to get the medicine. Song Qingyu stayed in the kitchen, a little annoyed, looking at his fingers with a blushing face, and a little blood still oozed out, but when he thought of his anxious look, his heart was also a little warm.

Soon, Fang Ling ran away with the medicine box. He first picked up Song Qingyu's hand, then wiped the blood on her fingers with gauze, then disinfected it with iodine, and then put it on Band-Aid patch.

During the bandaging process, Fang Ling and Song Qingyu explained nervously that his hand had been cut into pieces before, just holding his fingers, so he could get less blood. However, Fang Ling lowered his head throughout the whole process, his face was red and his earlobes were red, as if he was about to drip blood, so he didn't dare to look up at Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu looked at Fang Ling's shy look and couldn't help laughing. Fang Ling just treated the wound. He heard the laughter and looked up at Song Qingyu. She smiled sweetly, which looked very beautiful. Then Fang Ling quickly turned his eyes to other places and dared not look again.

Didn't you cut your finger? Look, you were nervous. Song Qingyu said angrily

Qing... It's good that Sister Qingyu is fine. Today, Sister Qingyu must be tired. Let me cook. After that, she turned around and went to cook.

Can you do it? Be careful! Song Qingyu said with some concern

Don't worry, I can do it. After saying that, I washed the knife and cut the vegetables. I looked very skillful. Song Qingyu looked at Fang Ling seriously and felt that he seemed to be a little better.

After cutting the dishes, Fang Ling skillfully cooked the dishes, the heat, seasoning and other things were just right. A set of operations was smooth and smooth, pleasing to the eye.

Song Qingyu looked at Fang Ling with a smile on the whole way, her heart was beating and her eyes were reluctant to leave Fang Ling for a second

Not long after, Fang Ling prepared all the dishes, with rich dishes and beautiful combinations. Then Fang Ling put the dishes neatly on the table, and Song Qingyu asked Song Qing to draw them to have a meal.

After Song Qinghua and Song Qingyu came down, they looked at the dishes in front of them and didn't believe that they were made by Fang Ling. They sat down and tasted them. Both of them felt very delicious, so they started to eat slowly.

Fang Ling was very happy to see the two of them having fun. Song Qinghua looked at Fang Ling with admiration, and felt more and more satisfied with him.