Ye Jiaqi waited eagerly until it got dark and stood alone in front of the dining table, holding his chin in one hand and knocking on the table with the other.

This time Josnian brought a handbag with him when he went home.

Ye Jiaqi's eyes lit up and he ran over: "You're back."

"Um."

She hung up his coat and handed him his slippers as usual.

However, her eyes still stayed on the bag in his hand for a few seconds.

The light green handbag is a dreamy color and very exquisite.

Ye Jiaqi didn't know if it was a gift for her.

She looked at his hand eagerly: "A gift for me?"

Josnian carried the bag and walked to the sofa: "Yes."

"Can I take a look?" Ye Jiaqi jumped over and sat next to him, with watery ripples in his eyes.

"Eat first."

"oh."

Ye Jiaqi always listened to his words, but she didn't know why he would bring her a gift today.

Today is not a special day either.

"Let me tell you something." Ye Jiaqi picked a piece of ribs and said calmly.

"What do you want to tell me?"

"It's that... Chinese medicine. Butler Sun said you asked the doctor to prescribe it, but I won't drink it."

"No need to discuss."

"The medicine is too bitter to drink. Besides, I'm in good health. It's just because of the cold weather this time that I... feel a little uncomfortable." The further Ye Jiaqi spoke, the lower his voice became.

She was bargaining with Josnian.

Josnian glanced at her lightly: "You don't have to drink if you don't want a gift."

"I..." Ye Jiaqi was frightened.

She admitted that she really wanted Josnian's gift.

Because he rarely buys her gifts, she cherishes them every time.

Moreover, she was curious about what he would buy her.

"Huh?" Josnian raised his eyebrows, "I'll give you time to think about it after a meal."

As he said that, he gave her a piece of braised pork: "Don't be picky about food, just eat it."

"I'll gain weight. If I gain weight, I won't be able to marry." Ye Jiaqi poked at his flesh, "I've gained a lot of weight in Qiao House these days."

"In Chicago, cooking for yourself?"

Ye Jiaqi shook his head: "I don't know how to cook. I usually eat out, sometimes at Aunt Cai's house. If I meet him when he comes back from New York, he will cook."

Josnian's fingers paused, and there was a meaningful light in his eyes.

After a long time, he slowly spoke——

"How does the food I cook compare with what he cooks?"

Ye Jiaqi was stunned.

Then he realized it and smiled: "It's different, it's hard to compare."

"Ye Jiaqi, you really don't know how to make people happy."

"..." Ye Jiaqi was confused. Was he wrong?

However, after more than ten seconds, she reacted, smiled and shook his arm: "Although Yuzhi's cooking is good, I like your cooking better, but you don't cook much for me. I

I almost forgot what it tasted like.”

He did it once in her apartment in Chicago.

She remembered it was delicious.

"What to call him."

"Meet...Mr. Cheng." Ye Jiaqi pursed his lips.

In order to apologize, she gave him his favorite lotus root slices with meat, and also gave him a bowl of pork rib soup.

"Compared to cooking." Josnian paused and looked at her with burning eyes, "I prefer cooking... you."

Ye Jiaqi's hand holding the chopsticks paused, and his face instantly turned red.

It was obviously just a verbal word, but her heart jumped suddenly.

With a "pop" sound, she put down her chopsticks and glared at him: "You are disrespectful."
Chapter completed!