Fu Yanzhi glanced at the back of the person who had just walked out, his ears were still echoing with what she had just said.
He was helpless, he pinched his nose with a headache.
For Ji Qingying, it seemed that from the beginning of their acquaintance, Fu Yanzhi couldn't do anything about her.
But he didn't know that all emotional fermentation usually started with unconscious helplessness.
Later on, the two didn't disturb each other.
Fu Yanzhi didn't rest even after he had gotten off from work. He was preparing for an analysis of the patient's condition, and the manuscript had not been finished yet.
After greeting Ji Qingying, he entered his study room.
Ji Qingying didn't go and bother him. She went back to her side and took the drawing tools and went to the balcony to start drawing the design draft.
There were still five days before the deadline of the San Qing Design Company.
Ji Qingying learned to paint since she was a child, and also showed her talent in designing from a very young age.
She liked to draw everything with a brush.
The scale of San Qing's competition wasn't big, but for Ji Qingying, no matter how big or small, she would give her best as long as she decided to participate.
This also led to her demanding high standards from herself.
Sitting on the balcony for half an hour, she didn't find anything.
Ji Qingying leaned against the glass window and looked down at the sparkling lake.
The lake water was rippling with blue waves, undulating, with the wind in the sun. It was like a small fish with its tail wagging.
Suddenly, Ji Qingying's eyes lit up.
She immediately put the image in her mind to paper as the inspiration hit her. Then she walked lightly towards the study.
The door wasn't completely closed, probably because Fu Yanzhi was being polite.
Ji Qingying walked over, and before she could say anything, Fu Yanzhi looked up at her and asked.
"What?"
Ji Qingying pointed to the retro wall clock in his study room, "Do you want to eat?"
Fu Yanzhi: "..."
He glanced at the time and whispered, "Wait for me for ten minutes."
Hearing this, Ji Qingying didn't urge, but replied very obediently, "Okay."
Ten minutes later, Fu Yanzhi closed his computer and walked out.
Ji Qingying was sitting on a chair, holding a notebook in her hand and while writing in it.
He glanced inadvertently and saw that her notebook was full of words.
Her handwriting looked good but it was scribbled and in an artist's font.
Ji Qingying wrote down the last word and looked up at him, "What do you want to eat?"
Fu Yanzhi took a cup from the table, took a sip, and looked at her as she held her phone, "Don't order takeaway."
Ji Qingying: "..."
She raised her eyes to look at him.
Fu Yanzhi ignored her and went into the kitchen.
She was stunned for a while, then slowly blinked, with an unbelievable idea coming to her mind.
"Are you going to cook?"
Fu Yanzhi raised his eyes and answered her with his actions.
There were fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator.
It was his mother who brought it over yesterday.
Fu Yanzhi was busy at work, although he had the time to go to the supermarket, most of the time, he just ate something casually.
He seldom spent too much effort to cook up a big meal.
Three meals a day were enough for him.
But Mrs. Fu who loved her son, would come over from time to time to fill his refrigerator.
Ji Qing Ying looked at the dazzling array of things in the refrigerator and exclaimed, "Did you go to the supermarket this morning?"
"No."
Fu Yanzhi said concisely, "My mother sent it."
"Oh."
Ji Qingying's lips bent into a smile, "What will you cook?"
Fu Yanzhi glanced at her.
Ji Qingying took a gamble and went for an inch of progress, "Doctor Fu, can you cook braised pork ribs?"
"..."