The Neighbors Upstairs Always Call Me to Eat

Ning Qiu is a senior social worker with a rich family, but he has no worldly desire for food. Late one night, a budgerigar with an accent fell from the sky, spat on her out-of-print keyboard, and yelled the following lines when she was captured: "After you left, it felt like I had lost the whole world!" Ning Qiu: "..." Shi Tong, the performer in the pauper skit upstairs, fell to his knees in embarrassment and frantically wanted to lose money. In order to cut off social interaction, Ning Qiu sent a photo of a keycap soaked in water: "Pull it out. Wash it. No need to apologize." She thought the bad relationship was over. As a result, the next day, there was a warm pumpkin porridge on the door handle. Shi Tong, who is also a rider, sent a message: "Parrot's apology, if you're not used to eating it, you can just throw it away. Don't be burdened!" Ning Qiu looked at the food that unexpectedly suited his taste and swallowed quietly. · What really broke the barrier was a sudden water pipe burst. The leaked water ruthlessly soaked all the meal replacement powder in Ning Qiu's storage room. The actor who was used to acting in bloody dramas was now cautiously standing outside the safety line to test: "Before the new meal replacement is delivered... I can prepare meals for you for a few days as an emergency, okay?" Ning Qiu wanted to refuse directly, but her growling stomach betrayed her truest thoughts. And she herself hasn't been asked seriously "What do you want to eat" for a long time. In order not to owe any favors, I kept this fireworks legally. Ning Qiu mustered up his courage, suppressed his blush and handed over a bank card: "I will take care of every month's payment from now on. Can you just treat me alone..." Before he finished speaking, the 185-year-old golden retriever took a breath of cold air, his expression as if struck by lightning. He was used to short drama routines, and there was a hint of dedication in his panicked eyes: "I understand the rules. May I ask which personality Party A prefers?" "I can wear an apron to do housework when I play the role of 'The Loyal Dog'; I will also work hard to provide emotional value when playing the role of 'The Rich Man's Wife'... Even if intense scenes are required, I have a strong ability to withstand injuries." Looking at the man in front of me, he had made up his brain for a hundred episodes of short plays. Ning Qiu took out the "Private Chef Employment Contract" with an expressionless face. Shi Tong stared at the serious pages of A4 paper: ... Oh. · Before signing the contract, Ning Qiu thought that he just had another tool to cook on time. But she completely underestimated the "aggression" of a big golden retriever. He is 1.85Cm tall and has thin muscles. He carefully stuffs himself into a small apron that doesn't fit. His broad back muscles make people unable to take their eyes away. At first, he just stood at the door with a bowl in hand to test: "Ning Qiu, the ribs were stewed very soft today, would you like to take a bite?" Later, he hugged the script and squeezed onto the sofa at her home: "Ning Qiu, I feel a little confused while watching this scene. Can I borrow your living room for a while?" Later, Ning Qiu's empty refrigerator, which only contained nutrient solution all year round, was filled to the brim with various handmade sauces and crisper boxes. Her cold balcony was naturally hung with men's loose T-shirts. Unknowingly, Ning Qiu's territory was all contaminated by Shi Tong's warmth. Until late one night, Shi Tong was soaked in the rain for half the night and knocked on her door with a high fever. The man's eyes were burning red, and he held her tightly by the corner of her clothes and refused to let go. He buried his face into her cold palm, and with a sick tone, his voice was hoarse and aggrieved: "Ning Qiu, I'm sick and can't cook today..." "As liquidated damages, I will compensate you myself, okay?" This time, Ning Qiu did not let go of his hand. Only then did she understand that eating well can start from liking someone. - Healing Food Articles | Daily Directions | Social Fear X Little Sun☀️ *Updated every other day before v, updated every day after v *Recipes are all sourced from the Internet, and some are from elders' personal narratives *The heroine has mild ED, please be careful if you mind. ↓↓↓ Continuation of the article "I overturned the idea of ​​using bamboo horses": Qi Jin started writing novels after she went to college. She considered herself rich in theoretical knowledge, and the male protagonist in her novels was based on the gentle senior she had a crush on. He was affectionate and used him to imagine some romantic plots. However, there is always a picky reader in her serialized articles: [Where do you put your hands when kissing? Are you writing about the main character kissing or doing radio gymnastics? [The lines are so embarrassing. What does such a meek protagonist want from him? Qi Jin was so angry that she gritted her teeth and vowed to write a shocking kiss scene to slap this man in the face. It's a pity that she has zero actual combat experience, and Kavinka is bald. In desperation, she set her sights on Yu Yi, the sweetheart who lived next door. This man is good-looking, talks little, and has a cold temper. Although he doesn't look like a woman, he is still a man after all. For the sake of her writing career, Qi Jin confidently knocked on the door next door: "Jianghu is in an emergency, let me practice hugging and find out the feeling. I will never take advantage of you!" Yu Yi looked at her for a long time, and finally turned sideways: "Come in." The two of them walked into the study. Qi Jin just opened his hands, but he grabbed his waist and pressed her against the desk. Yu Yi gently rubbed the corners of her lips, breathed across her cheeks, and said in a low voice: "Want to feel something?" The next second, the world was spinning. This sweetheart, whom she thought was a stoic, kissed him forcefully and fiercely. After the kiss ended, Qi Jin was panting and staring at him with a red face. She was about to ask him if he was crazy. But she saw the other party slowly wiping the water on the corner of her lips, with a satisfied expression, and said the familiar message in her comment area: "Do you still write your kissing scenes like broadcast gymnastics?" "If you use the same material, do you want to try something else?" Qi Jin's brain exploded with a bang. Purpose: Love is having three meals a day with you