The Buddhist Girl Transmigrated Into a Book

Was it a coincidence?

No, how could there be so many coincidences in this world?

“How do you know I like to eat these?”

Jiang Nan sighed in surprise, “Xiaosi, do you like it all?”

Even he didn’t know that Cheng Zhi liked these things.

Was he negligent to his brother?

Bo Huan lowered her eyes and didn’t explain anything.

Naturally, she learned little by little during the three years when they were in high school in her previous life.

As long as one had the heart, there was nothing they couldn’t inquire about.

If one really didn’t find out, it could only show that they were not sincere enough.

She did not answer, but handed him both the chopsticks and spoon, “These are all brand new.”

Cheng Zhi took them. Since she didn’t want to answer, he naturally wouldn’t keep asking.

He smelled the fresh scent of corn pork ribs soup and asked the last question, “Did you make these yourself?”

“Yes.”

Jiang Nan frantically brushed his presence on the side, “I can prove that it was all made by her. I helped her bargain for the ribs.”

Jiang Nan waited for her for two hours in the living room of Bo Huan’s house before coming to Cheng Zhi.

Bo Huan and Cheng Zhi were similar in some ways. For example, Bo Huan’s parents also weren’t home throughout the year, and they came home only a few times. When Cheng Zhi was at home, he was mostly alone.

Jiang Nan pointed to the porridge on the third layer and said, “Xiaosi, don’t just look at it, how is the taste?”

Cheng Zhi took a sip of the porridge with a spoon and commented, “Not bad.”

Bo Huan was relieved when she heard the evaluation.

She knew how critical Cheng Zhi’s words were.

He barely appeared in the school cafeteria for three years in high school because the food in the cafeteria did not match his taste.

He would not go to the small restaurant near the school, because it was unsanitary. Every day, he either ate a meal prepared by the chef at home, or ordered food from five-star hotels.

In that regard, Cheng Zhi could be said to be very picky.

So even with such an evaluation, Bo Huan was already very satisfied.

She smiled, “Then I will leave now.”

Since Cheng Zhi was not ill, her heart had relaxed. She naturally had no reason to stay there.

Jiang Nan laid down on Cheng Zhi’s bed with a grin, “I’m not leaving yet, I’m staying here tonight. Xiaosi, let’s play games all night together.”

Cheng Zhi stood up and said, “You play.”

“Okay.”

Cheng Zhi looked at Bo Huan again, “Let’s go, I’ll drop you home.”

Bo Huan was taken aback, and waved her hand to refuse, “No, I can go back by myself.”

It was unsafe at night, especially for a female high school student.

Cheng Zhi could not let Bo Huan go home alone.

Her house was not far from Cheng Zhi’s house and it took half an hour to walk.

It was already nine o’clock in the evening when they arrived at her home.

It was time to part again.

Bo Huan said tentatively, “Then tomorrow… see you at school?”

Cheng Zhi smiled, “See you at school.”

After getting a response, Bo Huan’s heart was as sweet as soaking in honey.

She had expectations since then.

As soon as Cheng Zhi returned to his room, the dinner Bo Huan prepared disappeared.

Cheng Zhi looked at the empty two-tiered food box and kicked Jiang Nan who was playing, “You finished my dinner!”

Jiang Nan coughed twice. Fortunately, Bo Huan was not there, otherwise he would be embarrassed.

He didn’t expect to eat up the two layers when he was not paying attention.

But the corn pork rib soup was really fragrant.

Jiang Nan still had a bit of aftertaste.

There was also the fruit, which was also very considerate. Even the skin and seeds of the grapes were removed. It was very convenient.

Jiang Nan pointed to the third layer and said, “Hey, brother, I didn’t forget you, I left you the porridge.”

Cheng Zhi snorted, “Is the porridge left because you didn’t like it?”

Jiang Nan, whose truth was exposed by Cheng Zhi, said without any guilt, “Anyway, you will have the chance to eat it in the future.”

What Bo Huan thought about Cheng Zhi was already clear.

The first time was a public confession, and the second time was a private confession.

If Cheng Zhi and Bo Huan got together, why would he be worried about not having the things she cooked by herself?