Qingya watched him draw for a while, so he didn't want to disturb him, so he picked up the cookbook and read it.
All the recipes are recorded on dark red Xue Tao paper, which is very elegant.
A piece of writing paper records a recipe, all written in small regular script.
The handwriting was clear and legible, and it was written by Han Xiyi himself.
The handwriting is of different shades, and the pen and ink are of different shades.
It can be seen that these recipes were not written down at once, but written day by day.
After accumulation, they were stapled into this recipe book.
She brought her previous doubts to her mind again, wondering how a grown man could be interested in doing this.
She looked at the man who was concentrating on painting.
Looking sideways, you can see his sword eyebrows flying sideways, his eyes bright, and the bridge of his nose straight.
Han Xiyi's eyebrows are different from Fang Chu's.
Fang Chu has thick eyebrows, which makes him look a bit solemn and decisive.
Also different from Jiang Minghui's handsomeness, Han Xiyi's handsomeness is free and elegant.
Compared with Wei Zhao's coldness, he is also A little more warmth.
As he watched, the eyelashes under his sword-shaped eyebrows trembled slightly.
This action softened the masculinity.
Qingya suspected that he noticed that she was looking at him, so she quickly looked away.
She opened a box of snacks, took a small bite and tasted it.
She found the corresponding recipe in the recipe and understood the ingredients and methods according to the taste.
I tried one box and then another box.
When Mrs.
Wu saw it, she also ate and praised it.
Qiaoer, who was sitting there, smelled the aroma and couldn't stand it.
"Sister-in-law, I want to eat."
She couldn't help shouting.
Wu quickly picked up a piece and sent it over to feed her.
"Eat something and draw a little greedy cat when you turn around," she threatened her granddaughter.
After hearing this, Qiaoer chewed quickly and swallowed the snack in three or two mouths, not daring to ask for more.
Yin Qingya tasted one box after another, telling Mrs.
Wu, "This one is soft, that one is crispy; this one is fragrant, that one is smooth; this one has milk in it, that one has eggs in it," which made her feel itchy.
It’s very hard to endure.
Seeing her expression, Han Xiyi couldn't help but smile.
He looked sideways at Qingya and asked with a smile: "How is it?
Is it delicious?"
Qingyu's mouth was full of chewing.
Unable to open her mouth, she just nodded to him.
Mrs.
Wu hurriedly said: "It's delicious, everything is delicious."
Han Xiyi turned back and continued painting, not wanting to disturb Qing Ya's attempt.
Half an hour later, he finished the painting.
Yin turned around and called Qingya: "Girl.
Come here and help me take a look."
Qingya moved closer to look at her niece's portrait.
Qiaoer hurriedly asked: "The painting is done."
She didn't dare to move yet.
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Han Xiyi comforted her: "Sister Qiao, wait a minute, I'll discuss it with your aunt first."
Please make a clear judgment on one side.
Qingya felt uncomfortable when she saw his eyes looking at her expectantly, and when she saw Wu looking at him from the side with kind eyes like looking at her son-in-law, she felt even more weird.
She wanted to tell him not to worry about her, but she didn't know how to say it.
Let's suppress this thought and discuss the portrait in front of him with him first.
But she asked a lot because the sketch he drew was different from the sketch she learned.
Han Xiyi then talked about his experience in painting characters, and he became even more energetic at this time.
Added a few more.
After the final draft, Qiaoer came over to look at the portrait and was very happy.
Qingya took advantage of Han Xiyi's tea break and asked, "You treat girls like this?"
Han Xiyi was stunned and didn't dare to answer.
He could see that Qing Ya was not asking casually.
If he didn't answer carefully, he would regret it.
However, in the past, his calm response, comprehensive methods, and eloquent tongue seemed to have been sealed by God, and he could not use them at all.
If you use function words to deal with it.
I'm afraid that Qingya has a romantic temperament, and he treats all women with such clever words, so he treats her the same way.
If he expresses his thoughts, not to mention that it is inconvenient for Wu to speak.
He was also afraid that Qingya would blame him for his frivolous words.
From then on, he had no way out and no way around.
After much thinking, he couldn't get the point.
Facing those dark, pure eyes, he couldn't hide it and giggled.
That smile came out of his eyes.
True, and a little guilty.
After laughing for a while, he said awkwardly: "Of course it's not that.
Actually, I'm not as unbearable as the rumors say."
He almost blurted out "I'm a good person".
At this moment, he regretted his past unruliness and was ashamed of his romantic reputation.
Qingya nodded and said: "Miss Yan also said that Master Han is actually a gentleman."
Han Xiyi was overjoyed after hearing this, and couldn't help but thank Yan Weiyang in her heart.
She also thought that her upright character was not inferior to that of a man, but she couldn't respond to her thoughts, so she was very apologetic.
Mrs.
Wu observed the words and realized that something was wrong.
Then she smiled and said, "You young masters from rich families don't like to play.
Just don't mess around, don't cause trouble and worry the adults in the family.
That'll be fine."
His tone was as if he was giving instructions to a junior, and he was close and considerate.
Han Xiyi nodded hurriedly and said, "That's what my aunt taught me."
Qingya glanced at her mother and said, "How could Master Han cause trouble?
He is the most graceful and considerate in front of girls, otherwise everyone would say that he is a sincere gentleman."
This sentence was broad and general, and Han Xiyi felt heartbroken after hearing it.
He probably also understood the meaning of Qingya, and wanted to deliberately obscure his closeness to her.
He looked at her, powerless and helpless.
Unwilling to back down, he took advantage of the opportunity for Wu and Qiaoer to talk, focused on Qiaoer, and said softly: "I'm not nosy."
He likes to meddle in her business because he doesn't want to leave her sad.
He didn't want to see her pure eyes stained with emotions such as pain and resentment.
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I don’t know when this idea started.
It seemed that when he first met her, she shed tears because she broke off her engagement with Jiang Minghui, and he was heartbroken by it.
It also seemed that recently, when he went to visit her in prison, she was neither sad nor happy.
The expression on her face made his heart tremble; perhaps, she was simply taking it step by step, sinking into his heart bit by bit, and by the time he noticed it, he couldn't let it go.
But what should he tell her?
He didn't say anything, but his eyes were so intense that he couldn't turn away.
Thousands of words poured out with his eyes, rushing towards Qingya.
The sound of silence touched her, and her intuition was unbearable, so she hurriedly lowered her eyes.
When Han Xiyi saw her escaping in a panic, he was worried and a little fond of her.
He wondered if she had gained insight into his mind.
If he had insight, he would be shy; if he was shy, he would panic; if he was panic, of course he would escape.
The thoughts of my little daughter’s family are always hard to talk about.
It’s hard to talk about this, do you like it a little bit?
He was very distressed and found that he really didn't understand girls.
However, he comforted himself by thinking: "It's better than being indifferent."
My heart was spinning a thousand times, but I said, "I'll leave early tomorrow morning."
Since I didn’t know what to say, I had to talk about the itinerary.
He has never been so clumsy and tongue-tied, and even he despises himself.
Qingya raised her eyes and asked, "Then don't pack your luggage."
Han Xiyi looked at her resentfully, was she trying to drive him away?
He didn't want to leave.
He told her all kinds of anecdotes and local customs in his hometown, and brought out his childhood experiences.
Finally, he livened up the atmosphere again.
He asked her enthusiastically what she liked to eat and what she liked to play.
He would bring her back when he came back.
Give it to her.
Good morning, friends.
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