When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

Just when Qi Yan thought that Jiang Shui would say nothing more, his gentle and rainy voice sounded slowly again.

"I like to cook, and I want to be an ordinary cook." His eyes glowed softly on Qi Yan's face: "The way you eat, makes me feel that I have such an ideal. Now."

Qi Yan felt that he should not blush. At such times, he should be encouraged.

But he blushed, and the fever was red, the kind of temperature that would be hot for a long time when touched is simply too shameful.

Jiang Shui's tone of speech was still very weak, but Qi Yan heard infinite ambiguity and tenderness from it.

"You, you, you--" Qi Yan stretched out his arm to block the red face, widening his eyes and supporting us: "What you said is too eloquent..."

What makes you? Daydreaming? Misunderstanding? Or......make people feel good?

Jiang Shui stared at Qi Yan and smiled a long time ago: "Sorry, it made you embarrassed."

[Male host’s favorability to Qi Yan +5, current favorability: 30]

The staple food is very timely, at least alleviating this embarrassing situation. Qi Yan tried to focus his attention on food.

Fresh filet mignon with pasta, creamy mushroom soup and small vegetable salad.

This time Jiang Shui and Qi Yan's dishes were the same. Qi Yan was bored and started to eat, but Jiang Shui was not in a hurry to pick up a knife and fork, his hands on his chin, and watched Qi Yan eating with interest.

Qi Yan, who had just eaten two times, started to blush again, and the heat went from inside to outside.

"Don't look at me..." Qi Yan also put down the knife and fork: "Don't you think it's weird that one person is eating, and the other person is watching this scene? Are you hungry?"

The food is delicious. If you don’t worry about it, I’m going to destroy you on behalf of the foodies.

Jiang Shui shook his head: "I'm not hungry, I just wanted to see you eat." The purpose of eating with Qi Yan was to see the true feelings he showed when he ate delicious food, the kind of satisfaction that could not be expressed deliberately, It is most needed by the river.

As a person with a chef as their ideal occupation, the expressions that guests show when they eat food are what they want to see most.

Although, Qi Yan is not eating Jiangshui's own food.

Qi Yan frowned, and began to persuade: "Don't you say you want to be a cook? If you want to be a cook, you should taste the food well!"

After a long silence, it seemed that Qi Yan said something very reasonable. Jiang Shui picked up the knife and fork and began to eat.

After a meal was very satisfying, Qi Yan felt his slightly bulging belly and got on the river car. The car started and returned to the same road as it came. Qi Yan looked at the scenery outside and suddenly remembered the paper full of the restaurant's name.

"Jiangshui." Qi Yan's voice suddenly rose from the quiet space.

"What?" Jiang Shui answered.

"Next time, don't go to the restaurant." Qi Yan shyly turned his head to the other side: "You, make something for me to eat."

Jiang Shui's eyes widened in front of him, and he didn't look back for a long time, until he heard some unbelief and asked again: "Do you... really?"

"You, don't get me wrong! I don't want to try your craft for you! I just think, think you always invite me to dinner, and owe you too much favor! I don't like to owe you favor! Yes, I don’t owe human love!"

In a hurry and chaotic order of explanation, he wanted to cover up. Jiang Shui looked at Qi Yan's head, only showing a little flushed cheek.

A wordless touch and hope flashed in my heart, Jiang Shui's voice responded more firmly than before: "Well!"

[Male host’s favorability to Qi Yan +10, current favorability: 40]

If the Raiders are only as good as they like, then Qi Yan can only say that this ‘hobby’ is simply in his heart.

Who will refuse to deliver the food? Am I right?

Having agreed on the time, Qi Yan just wanted to get out of the car, and suddenly his wrist was held. Qi Yan was agitated and quickly looked over.

"What are you doing!"

"Qi Yan." Jiang Shui raised her lips slightly: "Thank you, I like being with you very much."

Qi Yan looked at him, withdrew his hand violently, then slammed the door of the car, quickly turned around and ran into the gallery.

Jiang Shui did not ignore his red face and the slightly smoky head.

With a smile in his heart, Jiang Shui started the car, and as soon as he was about to step on the clutch gear, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Seeing the caller ID, Jiang Shui's eyes dimmed, and after thinking about it, he was still connected.

"Jiang Shui?" There was an unruly voice over the phone: "I finally answered the phone."

"What do you want to say?" Jiang Shui's voice was very deep. Although he listened as always, he could still hear a gloomy atmosphere in it.

"Ah, I can imagine your face now, it must be dark!" The other party laughed: "I gave you the opportunity yesterday, who let you not grasp it... But ah, since the opportunity has been missed Don’t think about her being with you anymore. After all, who would be willing to give her life to a cook."

Jiang Shui's face was quiet and terrifying, like a deep pond with no bottom.

"Ah, I forgot to say that she was very angry about the pigeons being released by you... The main thing is that she was disappointed."

"Is this what you are going to say, I will hang up after it is finished."

"I always don't calm down without you... Alas, I hope you will calm down like this when you are completely abandoned by her.

What the other party said, Jiang Shui has hung up. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, and the hand holding the steering wheel turned slightly blue.

The taste of being provoked is really bad...

The girl’s smile is what she wants to protect, even if she likes someone with her brother.

For Qi Yan, he lied. He did not report to Jiang Ze, but bet with Jiang Ze, put on college uniforms, and spent a day with the girl in his department...

The girl also agreed, because she once expressed that she liked Jiang Shui.

Unfortunately, missing that opportunity is equivalent to losing a love.

Jiang Shui was calm for a long time before he started the car and drove in one direction.

If you want to choose between ‘Chef’ and ‘Love’, the current river water will definitely choose ‘Chef’.

What you dream of will not be given up because of a ‘love’ that has not yet been identified. After all, everyone has a parallel weighing scale in their own hearts.

Put the car into the garage, get on the river and get on the elevator.

As soon as I entered my apartment, the cell phone in my pocket issued a message tone and opened, and a serial port of misaligned words came into view.

——Are you home? I'm not worried about you! I just look at what you asked me for dinner today, don’t get me wrong!

The bad mood swept away, and Jiang Shui smiled, warmly.