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"It's cheap." Ji Yang said truthfully, as if he was recalling, "There is a large field in the backyard of the orphanage, where radishes and vegetables are planted. If they can't be eaten, they are pickled and can be eaten for a long time."

Yi Yan didn't expect this.

She has always had no worries about food and clothing in the Yi family. After her parents got into trouble, she started to fight for what belonged to her. Although she was tired, she never worried about food and clothing. Thinking of his strong self-esteem, she changed the subject, "Won't you get tired of eating it for so long?"

"This is really not greasy." Ji Yang ate another piece and drank a big mouthful of porridge. "I used to eat porridge with eggs occasionally, but the eggs were very salty."

"Why is it salty?" She looked confused.

"Because there are many children and the orphanage has limited funds, we fry a few eggs and put a lot of salt. Everyone only eats a little and eats more porridge." Ji Yang replied.

"Sorry." Yi Yan didn't know this.

"You don't need to know this." Ji Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, but didn't react.

She didn't know what to say for a moment, so she picked up a small piece of pickled mustard and put it in her mouth.

Salty, sweet, and very crispy.

It tastes really good with a mouthful of porridge.

She picked up another piece.

She ate several pieces in a row and drank most of the porridge in her bowl. At this time, she set her eyes on the red dried radish in front of Ji Yang.

She reached out to pick it up, wanting to taste it.

Before she could pick it up, Ji Yang had already taken it away, "This is a bit spicy, don't irritate your stomach."

In Yi Yan's opinion, this was looking down on her, and she lowered her face and said in a commanding tone, "Give it to me."

"Early in the morning..."

"Give it to me." She raised her voice.

Ji Yang looked at her slightly fierce look, slowly pushed it over again, and asked, "Then you eat a small piece?"

Yi Yan picked up a piece, put it in the porridge, and put it in her mouth.

It was indeed a little spicy, very crisp, and a little delicious.

She reached out again.

Ji Yang pulled it away.

Yi Yan looked at him, her beautiful eyes were stained with sharpness, and she was majestic without saying anything.

He stared at her eyes, and naturally couldn't stand it.

"I don't want to say it again." Her light words came, and the air pressure around her dropped by two degrees.

In her sight, Ji Yang pushed back obediently, and her eyes slowly changed again. Just as she stretched out her hand, she watched him pour all the dried radish into her bowl.

He also stirred it twice with a spoon, and then pushed it forward.

Yi Yan's pupils shrank slightly, looking at the dried radish mixed with the half bowl of porridge, with a layer of chili oil floating on it, and her eyes turned cold.

"It tastes good this way." He said and scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

Yi Yan nodded gently and slowly took back her chopsticks. Ji Yang stretched out both hands to take back his bowl.

"Pah."

"Hiss."

Her chopsticks flipped back and slapped forward quickly and accurately. With a sound, Ji Yang grimaced in pain.

He closed his eyes slightly, clenched the back of his hand tightly, and two red marks appeared on it.

"Don't play tricks on me." Yi Yan said lightly, slowly put away the chopsticks, raised the hand holding the spoon, and continued to drink the porridge.

"How dare I?" Ji Yang quickly rubbed the back of his hand that was hit by her, "It's getting more and more violent."

Yi Yan snorted coldly and ate another piece of pickled mustard.

After eating, she put down the bowl, Ji Yang collected the bowls and chopsticks, poured out the unfinished porridge, and put the pot and bowl in the dishwasher to wash.

Yi Yan took the tablet, sat on the sofa and started to read the documents.

Employees take vacations, but she usually doesn't take vacations.

There are 365 days in a year, and she can be busy for 364 days. The remaining day is the anniversary of Yi's mother's death. She will go to the cemetery alone, and then come back to see Yi Changyuan and sit beside him in a daze.

While looking at the documents, a glass of warm water appeared in front of her.

Yi Yan raised her eyebrows and looked at Ji Yang, who stretched forward again, "Drink some."

She took it, drank two sips and put it aside, put the tablet on her legs, looked up at him, "Not leaving?"

"I told you to adapt in advance." Ji Yang sat down, leaned sideways, and lifted her drooping hair back.

He said it quite seriously.

"Don't you want to save it?" Her eyes fell on the tablet again, her hands still tapping lightly.

Since Ji Yang doesn't like her to interfere and is afraid that others will know about their relationship, why should she join in the fun?

She wants to see how long this little wild cat can last.

It's still a little dishonest that it hasn't been taught a lesson by the big dye vat of the entertainment industry.

"Wait." He said.

Yi Yan frowned, glanced at him, and then looked at the tablet again, saying in a calm tone, "Then you wait."

See what you can wait for.

I'm afraid that if it can't last two days, it will take the initiative to come to her and talk to her.

She didn't care if others would know about it, but Ji Yang had a strong self-esteem.

Ji Yang sat aside and didn't disturb her.

He also took a book from the bookshelf at the back and read it slowly.

He read for hours.

Yi Yan glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, and was quite fascinated.

When Ji Yang was focused, he revealed an indescribable charm, pursed his thin lips, and his well-defined hands were flipping through the papers.

Neither of them spoke, and there was a feeling of peace and quiet.

A ringtone brought her back to her thoughts. Yi Yan's eyes flashed a trace of panic, and when she saw him looking over, she frowned suddenly.

She looked unhappy.

Ji Yang apologized, quickly picked up the phone, and walked quickly to the balcony.

He also closed the door.

Yi Yan no longer had the mind to read the documents, and listened with her ears perked up.

"If the director wants to cancel it, cancel it." His low voice came in, and he was a little helpless, "I can't help it."

"There's nothing I can do about breaking the contract."

"Weige." He sighed and leaned against the wall, his tone seemed a little low, "This is really impossible."