Sweet Beauty

Chapter 1263  A Farewell Dinner

It was winter. Jia Qiulian was walking down the street as it got dark. She sighed as she looked at the brightly lit street.

She just wanted to live and work well. Why was it so difficult?

Originally, she could have taken a cab to go home, but she suddenly wanted to walk alone through the familiar and unfamiliar streets of this city.

If it had not been for Han Cihui, she probably would not have come back for the rest of her life.

In the past, she had a father and a mother. If she left Han Cihui now, she would be alone.

Loneliness was really a scary thing. It caused one to become more and more confused and made people less and less hopeful...

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Han Cihui drove home and stood outside. Seeing the darkness in the house, he knew that Jia Qiulian had not yet returned.

He stood in the doorway and was suddenly afraid to open the door and enter.

If Jia Qiulian did not return, would he not be twice as lonely living alone in this big house?

After standing there for a while, he finally opened the door and entered.

Zhang Xiuying said that he was like an old man at home who did not do any house chores. Jia Qiulian never even drank a cup of tea that he brewed himself.

Thinking of this, Han Cihui went to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and saw that it was full of ingredients. He smiled.

Since he had never done something like this before, he did not know if he could start now.

Han Cihui had never cooked rice before, but he knew how to cook noodles. In this aspect, he was a little better than Han Yuanjun. He did not know how to stir-fry vegetables, but when he was on the set, he had seen the middle-aged woman in charge of food stir-fry tomatoes and eggs as well as vegetables.

He took out the ingredients and began to cook.

Jia Qiulian finally arrived home after nearly an hour. When she opened the door, she felt her legs go soft.

When Han Cihui heard the sound of the door opening, he quickly took out the juice he had squeezed. "Qiulian, I just squeezed a juice. You drink it first. Dinner will be ready soon."

Jia Qiulian looked at Han Cihui in surprise. She did not know why he was suddenly so attentive.

One must know that Han Cihui never did the house chores with his ten fingers before. Don't even talk about cooking. You had to do it yourself even if you wanted to drink a glass of juice!

Han Cihui put the glass of juice on the coffee table and ran back to the kitchen in a panic without looking back at Jia Qiulian.

Jia Qiulian changed her shoes and walked inside. She gloomily looked at the kitchen before sipping the juice on the table.

Yuck!

It was so bitter!

This was indescribable suffering!

She wondered if Han Cihui had squeezed the orange juice along with the peel.

Otherwise, how could it be so bitter?

Jia Qiulian put down the glass and walked around the coffee table, taking out the laptop from her bag.

She could not write much all day. She wanted to work overtime at the company, but because of an uninvited company, she now had to take the laptop home and work overtime here.

As soon as she finished writing the script, Han Cihui came out with the dishes.

"Qiulian, dinner is ready. Go wash your hands first."

Jia Qiulian looked up and looked at Han Cihui again in surprise. It had been a long time since she had heard him speak to her so diligently.

His voice was not so cold, just like the old couple's, and it was also quite pleasant to listen to.

Jia Qiulian stood up and actually went to wash her hands. After washing her hands, she walked to the dining table and saw the tomato scrambled eggs on the table.

The eggs were all fried black. The vegetables were stir-fried and lying lifelessly on the plates. The color was also very hard to describe. The only thing that was nice was the plate of potato filament. It was yellow and looked very clear.

"Don't just stand there. Sit down and eat." Han Cihui put a bowl of noodles in front of her.

Jia Qiulian sat down and picked up her chopsticks to pick up the potato filet. As she bit into it, she suddenly regretted it...

Han Cihui looked at her nervously. "How does it taste? Is it good?"

The corner of Jia Qiulian's mouth twitched a little. She wanted to say 'delicious', but she could not lie to her conscience. She spat out the potato she had eaten. "It's not cooked yet."

Han Cihui frowned and took one before putting it in his mouth. He bit into it and quickly spat it out. "It's not cooked yet."

He pushed the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and vegetables in front of her. "It's all right. You can eat these two. They have to be cooked!"

Of course, Jia Qiulian knew that these two dishes were cooked. Not only were they cooked, but they were also blackened!

When Han Cihui saw that she still had not touched her chopsticks, he understood what was going on in his heart. The color of the dishes he cooked was different from Jia Qiulian's. So it was normal that she could not eat it.

"Forget it." Han Cihui brought back the two dishes and stood up, "Stop eating, I know it's horrible."

Jia Qiulian did not know what she was thinking, but she suddenly reached out her hand to stop him. "It's okay, I can eat them. I'm hungry."

She took back the plates and began to eat casually.

It was really terrible!

Jia Qiulian had never eaten such a disgusting meal in her life. Not only were they salty, but they also had to be eaten with noodles.

She was not a pampered girl. She had already suffered and also starved before.

When she was helping Zhao Kang collect money, she did not even eat for two days, so now she could eat whatever she had.

Zhao Kang also let her starve and let her be poor. He also managed to make her feel lost and desperate. At least Han Cihui had never let her go hungry.

Thinking of this, Jia Qiulian began to devour the food on her plate even more.

Her way of eating made Han Cihui uncomfortable. He did not know why Jia Qiulian was suddenly acting this way. He just had the feeling that... She was perhaps the only one in this world who could eat something that did not taste good.

Jia Qiulian quickly finished the noodles and dishes on the table. She took out a tissue and wiped the oil from her mouth.

Han Cihui hadn't eaten anything from the beginning. He just sat there and watched her eat. When Jia Qiulian raised her head after wiping her mouth, she happened to meet Han Cihui's gaze.

She put down the tissue and laughed softly. "Is this a farewell dinner? Hehe ... It's delicious, and thank you for making it."

As soon as she said that, Jia Qiulian stood up and walked towards the sofa.

Han Cihui stared at her back. A voice suddenly shouted from his chest. "No! This isn't a farewell dinner! I want to cook for you!"

But Han Cihui didn't say those words in the end. He just looked at the empty plates on the table and his heart gradually turned cold.

Why did he suddenly want to reconcile with Jia Qiulian?

Why did Jia Qiulian think he wanted a divorce from her?

He really did not understand. Why?

Han Cihui sat there for a long time, long enough for Jia Qiulian to bring the laptop upstairs, and he still had not recovered from his grief.

Finally, when it was already late at night, he got up stiffly and cleaned up the table.

When he returned to the bedroom, Jia Qiulian was already asleep on the bed. On the sofa was a blanket that had been prepared for him.