Although there were only two people in the family, Qiulai still made a New Year's Eve dinner with a very ritual sense.

She was still a young lady who was sixteen or seventeen years old. Cooking was a skill that she learned after living with Qiutian. She was always too expensive to eat outside, and Qiutian was growing and not nutritious. Fortunately, she learned things quickly. Those simple home-cooked dishes were already cooked thoroughly. The complicated dishes were calculated with time and precise number of seasonings, and strictly followed the recipe steps. The taste was not amazing, but it was impossible to make mistakes in a regular manner.

The fish soup was almost cooked, Qiulai packed up the kitchen waste and went downstairs, planning to come back and have dinner.

As soon as I stepped out the door, I felt a dark outline in the aisle, like a figure. It was scary. Qiu Lai subconsciously threw away the garbage and wanted to flash back behind the security door.

When the crack of the door was about to close, she adapted to the dark gaze and felt that her figure looked familiar, and she tentatively shouted: "Li Li?"

His body moved for a moment.

"You scared me," Qiu Lai was still in shock. "When did you come? Why don't you knock on the door on such a cold day?"

She stamped her feet and lit the voice-controlled light. Under the dim light, the man's figure stood straight from the reclining wall.

Lu Li seemed to be in a bad mood, because Xu Qiulai could feel that his world was cloudy now, just two meters away.

He neither answered the question nor said anything else, but just squatted down silently to help her pick up the kitchen waste that spilled all over the floor in panic.

The young master has always hated these sticky things, and he was a little abnormal tonight.

Qiulai stopped him, "Don't pick it up, it's not clean. I'll go home and take the tools and scan it."

Lu Li stood up and reached out to pick up the garbage bag in her hand. Qiulai quickly understood that he was just trying to find something for himself.

"Did you drive here alone?"

"Yeah." Lu Li finally answered this time. Just by the light, Xu Qiulai discovered that there was a small dry blood mark on his fair and thin side face.

When I cleaned the corridor quickly, I heard the sound of Qiu Tian watching cartoons in the house. Qiu Lai hesitated for two seconds, took the door and asked Lu Li to go downstairs to throw garbage together.

In the darkness, he found Xu Qiulai's hand. Bing made her shudder, but she did not shake it away, but clenched Lu Li even harder.

"You have a quarrel with your family?" Qiu Lai guessed.

When he was not at home on such a special day, he had blood marks on his face. Qiulai almost immediately guessed that Lu Li had always had a distant relationship with his father, but she didn't expect that the fuse would be herself.

Lu Li nodded.

Qiu Lai thought about it and threw away the garbage, "I'll treat you to a bottle of chocolate milk."

There was snow floating in the sky. The two of them walked around the community. In the end, the door was only 24-hour convenience store. They bought a bottle of unauthentic cocoa drink in the insulated box. Lu Li was not picky at all. He bit the straw and sat side by side with her on the steps. When the bottom of the sucked bottle made an empty sound, he raised his hand and threw the bottle into the recycling trash can.

Xu Qiu came to help him slap the snowflakes on his hat and asked, "If I don't come out to throw the garbage tonight, are you not going to knock on the door?"

Lu Li thought about it and nodded.

When he first came out of his house, he was in a very bad mood. The reason why he was unwilling to knock on the door was that he didn't want to pass on his negative emotions to anyone, especially such a festival where everyone is happy.

If Xu Qiulai didn't find him tonight, after a while, when he completely calmed down, Lu Li would definitely go back to his apartment quietly.

The temperature outside was so cold that my teeth were trembling. Xu Qiulai didn't know how long this man had been standing outside her door. He held his handsome face with cold red face and carefully looked at the blood mark. He said indignantly, "As such a handsome son, how can a father be willing to do something? What should I do if I leave scars? Otherwise, I will remove the scars..."

"I didn't do anything, I just smashed a bottle and accidentally wiped it." Lu Li explained with discomfort.

"That's the same. How can you smash things at will? Intimidating family education will cause physical and mental harm to children."

“…I’m 23.”

"It's even more impossible to do this when you're 23. If you have anything to say, you can't communicate well. If you have such a good temper, you can even quarrel. You can imagine being a father too much." Xu Qiulai suddenly remembered something and shared the same hatred of the enemy, "Is that Mr. Su trying to be your stepmother again!"

Lu Li was very depressed, but she was so funny that she couldn't help laughing. "She only dares to think about it in her heart, but she won't argue about her."

"Then what are you two making trouble during the New Year? Isn't the New Year's Eve dinner delicious?"

"that is--"

Lu Li organized a speech before speaking, not saying what Xu Qiu came, but only talking about the quarrels because of his early death.

Lu Li is actually not a person who wants to talk. His emotions and state are often digested and adjusted by himself, which makes him always have a cold temperament that keeps others from thousands of miles away. Others always feel that this indifference comes from his strong heart and talent. He does not need to rely on external affirmation to strengthen his confidence and arm himself, so he is called "Shen Lu".

Xu Qiulai initially placed him on the altar, but now he is less and less confused by that appearance. Lu Li, whom she comes into contact with, is getting closer and closer to his vivid and vivid side. He is invincible in his own field, and in the emotional world where he is not good at, he has always been a ignorant and hesitant to move forward.

Xu Qiulai listened quietly, and he turned his head silently.

After staying outdoors for a long time, the girl's delicate and beautiful nose turned red. She covered her palms with her warmth for a while, and was so stuffy that she looked up and exhaled a mouthful of mist.

Lu Li suddenly felt that he was not that low. He stopped talking about it and hugged Qiulai's shoulder. He was about to ask her to go upstairs and not catch a cold, and then he heard a sound coming from the corridor behind him-

"Big bad guy! Don't hug my sister!"

Qiu Tian saw the two of them clearly, her eyes widened, and she reacted for a moment. She ran down from the entrance of the corridor in her plush slippers, separated the two people who were snuggling together, forced her to hug Qiulai, and raised her head and said nervously, "Sister, are you okay!"

Qiu Lai was so scared that she rolled over and crawled over. She was usually thick-skinned and felt embarrassed when she was seen by her sister, "Why are you here?"

Qiu Tian felt her sister's dodging and suddenly realized that things might not be as forced by a bad guy as she imagined. With wishful thinking, the little lemon in her heart was broken and she felt extremely aggrieved: "Hmph, why did you throw the garbage for so long? The fish soup has been boiled!"

"Then let's go back to have a meal." Qiu Lai Ganba patted her head to show comfort, and then turned around and asked Lu Li, "Have you eaten?"

Of course the answer is no.

The two of them added a pair of dishes to the dining table. Xu Qiu came to cook more vegetables, but the three of them didn't have much burden to eat. After the meal, they also had to clean up and wash dishes.

So that night, Xu Qiu came to sit in the living room to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and two people, one big and one small, were cleaning up in the kitchen.

Since my sister told me about it in the morning, although Little Curly still rejected Lu Li, she was not as good as before. The scratch in her sister's palm had not healed yet, so she raised a small stool and stood in front of the sink to wash dishes, and guided Lu Li to rinse and wipe dishes.

"What a big fool, why are you not as good as an eight-year-old child doing housework?"

Lu Li shrugged, "You don't want an eight-year-old child at all."
Chapter completed!