The air was dead silent. The world seemed so quiet that there were only the two of them. At this moment, Song Jinhe could even hear her own strong and pounding heartbeat.
Her heart was in her throat, almost about to jump out the next moment.
The distance between them was very close. Song Jinhe could feel her back pressed against the man's firm and warm chest.
She could even clearly smell the cold and sharp aura unique to Chi Yan.
Her nerves were all on edge.
In the moment of nervousness, she even lightened her breathing. Her mind seemed to have lost all its thinking ability.
She stood there in a daze, not knowing how to react.
Chi Yan bent slightly, with his whole chest pressed against her back. His big hand held hers and kept rinsing it under the water in the sink.
It seemed that there was some ambiguity mixed in the air, uncontrollably starting to spread out bit by bit.
The moment Song Jinhe came to her senses, her cheeks instantly flushed red, and even the tips of her ears turned a little pink.
Chi Yan must have just been too anxious and concerned about her wound, right?
But the cameras in the kitchen were still rolling. In front of the cameras, the two of them were maintaining such an ambiguous posture. Song Jinhe could already imagine how badly she would be scolded by netizens if this segment was edited into the main program.
Song Jinhe was like a frightened little rabbit. Her voice even stuttered a bit. She immediately tried to get out of the man's embrace.
"Th...that, Teacher Chi, it's okay. I can do it myself."
"Really...thank you."
Song Jinhe only felt that the temperature on her cheeks was rising uncontrollably. She lowered her eyes tightly, not wanting the cameras to capture her current embarrassed and shy expression.
The man just paused for a moment, then took a few steps back, putting some distance between them.
She still didn't know the relationship between them. If he acted rashly like this, it would only make her think he was too presumptuous.
"Okay."
After the brief embrace just now, both of them were a bit out of sorts.
On this side, Song Jinhe was absent - minded while making braised pork ribs. She couldn't control her thoughts from recalling the scenes just now.
It was as if she was poisoned. Although what she saw in front of her was the pork ribs, the face that appeared in her mind was Chi Yan's.
Now she didn't even dare to look the man in the eye.
On the other side, Chi Yan stood in front of the sink, washing the green peppers over and over again. His mind had already wandered away.
He only felt his heart beating fast and powerfully, almost about to jump out of his chest the next moment.
Only Chi Yan himself knew how nervous he was at that moment.
Except for the accident when he was drunk, they had never had any intimate contact until now.
She hated his touch.
Previously, when he touched her shoulder, she locked herself in the bathroom and took a bath for a whole day.
After that, Chi Yan never touched her again.
But just now, he touched her fingers, her wrist, and even hugged her from behind.
This was the closest he had been to her in the five - year marriage.
Chi Yan, who always considered himself cold and self - controlled, almost lost his composure at this moment.
An hour and a half later, several dishes were successfully served on the table.
Xie Yiran and Zhou Ke were both helping to prepare the bowls and chopsticks. Xie Yiran was almost intoxicated by the aroma of the food.
She immediately gave Song Jinhe a thumbs up: "Song Song, you're amazing! My goddess!"
Song Jinhe smiled modestly and shyly: "Oh, no, no."
Being praised as a goddess by a diva - level singer like Xie Yiran, Song Jinhe was almost over the moon.
The braised pork ribs looked and smelled delicious. Just by looking and smelling them, one's gluttony was aroused.
Mingbao was very good at giving emotional support: "Wow! Aunt Song Song's cooking is so good! I'm drooling just by smelling it!"
"Hehe, go wash your hands and come to eat. Later, Little Mingbao should pick up a few more pieces of pork ribs."
"Yun Qi, go wash your hands with Sister Mingbao."
"Okay."
While setting the tableware on the table, they chatted and laughed. In short, the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.
Just then, two heads quietly poked out from the room upstairs.
It was the sneaky Zhou Zhou and Meng Jiaxin.
The two of them looked longingly at the people downstairs, especially the delicious - looking dishes on the table.
They had smelled the aroma a long time ago. Now looking at it, they were almost drooling.
Zhou Zhou swallowed his saliva greedily: "Brother, we also want to go downstairs and eat with them."
Meng Jiaxin also swallowed his saliva. He deliberately lowered his voice for fear of waking up Ye Shuang who was already sleeping in the room.
"Let's not go. Didn't you get full from the instant noodles just now?"
"I want to eat meat."
Facing Zhou Zhou's pitiful look, Meng Jiaxin still pulled him in firmly.
"Alas, but 'Mom' is sleeping. It's not appropriate for us to go downstairs and eat by ourselves."
"Besides, we didn't contribute any points, right? We didn't do anything, so we shouldn't take others' hard - earned results."
Hearing Meng Jiaxin say this, Zhou Zhou could only nod regretfully: "Okay, then next time I also want to cooperate with Aunt Song."
In this way, he could eat the food cooked by Aunt Song.
They had been hungry for most of the day, so they ate with great relish.
Chi Yun Qi sat on Song Jinhe's right. She would occasionally pick up some food for him.
Chi Yan sat on Song Jinhe's left. Although the three of them were sitting next to each other, the distance between Song Jinhe and Chi Yan was almost as wide as the Milky Way.
Song Jinhe made sweet - and - sour pork ribs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, sweet - and - sour shredded potatoes, and a dish of stir - fried green peppers.
These were all home - style dishes, and they were the ones she was relatively good at.
While eating, Zhou Ke kept praising her: "It's really good. If it weren't for you, we might not have anything to eat today."
Song Jinhe still smiled modestly: "Hehe, if you keep praising me like this, I'll be proud."
"Don't worry. As long as I'm around, you won't go hungry."
Xie Yiran's expression was a bit exaggerated: "Oh my god, it's so delicious. I'm so speechless because of how good it tastes."
"Your husband is really lucky to have married you. It must be the blessing of his eight previous generations."
Chi Yan turned his head slightly and his gaze landed on Song Jinhe. When Song Jinhe couldn't see, he nodded slightly. He agreed with this statement.
Mingbao picked up another piece of pork rib and put it in her bowl. She tilted her head slightly and asked Song Jinhe: "Aunt Song Song, little brother Yun Qi is so good - looking. Is his father also very handsome?"
"What kind of person is Uncle Yun?"
Such a private question was too sensitive in front of the cameras. Xie Yiran next to them quickly said:
"Children say innocent things. Don't take it seriously."