Freya whispered in the heart: Chris not only could cook but also pick out vegetables?

Chris had already picked a piece of celery to the stall owner. The old auntie had extended four fingers after weighing. "Keep the few cents."

The result was that Chris handed over a large bill and didn't ask the old auntie to keep the change.

After leaving the vegetable stall, Freya was very excited. "I used to buy food with my mother, generally a few cents will be collected by them because there isn't much profit in selling a piece of vegetable, but the old auntie actually took the initiative to give you a small amount of discount."

Chris raised his eyebrows. "Is it strange?"

"It's too weird!" Freya looked at Chris. "And you dress so glamorously, you must be an outer visitor, logically, the stall owners should ask for more money!"

"You're looking at the wrong spot." Chris lifted Freya's chin and gestured her to see his face. "Look here, can you explain everything now?"

""

Freya tried hard to conceal but finally did not hold back her laughter.

Passing through the fish stall, Chris picked a small squid and asked the stall owner to help prepare a crucian. Freya didn't know what he was going to do but could only accompany him.

"Wow, so handsome!"

Unknown cry of young girls, and Freya didn't have to guess that they meant Chris. She decisively pulled his hand by urging, "Buy what? Hurry up and go home!"

Although nothing would happen, thinking of someone staring at Chris with silent saliva, she still felt unhappy.

Chris was indifferent. "Why in a hurry? It's still early."

"You are not anxious, but I am in a hurry!"

Freya unreasonably pulled Chris to accelerate the pace. She should not let him come to a place with many people!

Leaving the grocery market, two people carried all kinds of groceries. With fish, meat, egg and vegetables, Freya suddenly felt satisfied.

They bought simply vegetables and the environment was bad in the market, but she was happier than buying a limited-edition bag from a department store.

The setting sun hid its light. Freya and Chris walked side by side on the old street, talking and laughing, as if they could continue walking this way. The outside shackles and all kinds of sounds could not be passed to their ears.

Back to the place where they lived, Freya changed her clothes and took the initiative to give a hand.

Chris looked at her, full of doubts. "Can you?"

Freya rolled up her sleeves. "I have been professionally helped Joanne for several years. Do you think if I can?"

Chris still did not believe it and handed the celery to Freya. Seeing her seriously washing and cutting, he reluctantly believed her and began to make crucian soup.

The fresh crucian was caught in the early morning and when fried, it sent out a strong aroma. Given water to boil it, the soup soon became milky white.

Freya always hated doing things slowly, so she quickly washed and cut vegetables. Chris worried that she might hurt herself, told her to slow down, but she deliberately cut faster. "Let you see my cutting skill!"

But soon she was having a hard time with the squid-she couldn't cut the fish in a good-looking way.

"Chris," She had to ask the chef for help, "How to do this?"

Chris turned down the fire that was boiling the fish soup, washed hands and came over. "I'll teach you."

"Oh."

Freya thought that Chris would guide her from the side, but he was behind her.

He was close to her with his belly to her back.

His slender and powerful arm moved past her waist, stretched over to cover her hand, and took the knife together with her hand. For a moment, his body temperature seemed to burn Freya.

Freya's breath suddenly stagnated.

"Don't be distracted." Chris's words sounded in her ears as if he had a magical voice. "Be careful with your hands."

Freya calmed down and reluctantly pulled back her thoughts. Chris had already grasped her hand and started to cut the squid. He said, "You must cut like this, and the squid will become a roll."

""

Why did she feel a little hot?

Freya swallowed and nodded in agreement. She dared not say any more, afraid Chris would hear her abnormal voice.

She didn't notice that Chris had raised his lips, and that smirk clearly showed that he was pleased.

The last dish was ready. Night fell from the sky, the old town was lighted up, and the scenic area seemed to be lively, but there was a kind of feeling of isolation in the small courtyard.

Freya casually rose her head, and the night sky on top of her head was actually starry.

Being stuck in the concrete jungle for too long, she almost forgot when she saw so many stars last time.

Freya smiled. "Chris, your assistant can really get full marks." He was efficient and could do everything properly.

Chris put down the fish soup and said, "I'll give him a pay rise next month."

Freya tut-tutted. "Really generous!"

"He deserves it!" Chris pretended to be helpless. "Because he could suck up to the future wife of the boss so well."

Freya initially helping herself with the fish soup. She stopped for a while after hearing that. Suddenly, she reacted and coyly said, "I now do not want to be Everbridge Group's proprietress!"

Chris picked up his eyebrows. "So I am talking about the 'future' proprietress."

The implication was that she wouldn't eventually escape from his hand.

"..." Freya was speechless and could only sit down to eat.

Crucian soup, celery fried squid, and boiled cabbage were all common home-cooked dishes. They weren't delicate in the black clay plates. While eating and seeing the sky stars, thinking that no one would disturb them, Freya suddenly thought: How good it would be if she could spend the future days with Chris?

But because of their status, they were bound to be impossible.

The mobile phone in Chris's pocket vibrated one time, and he took it out to see that it was a text message from Brian, with only two words-

-Maya?

"I have some work to attend to. l'll make a call." Chris got up.

Freya did not suspect a thing. "Oh," she added, "Hurry up, we have to go out after eating."

Chris nodded with a smile and disappeared behind the door of the bedroom.

He dialed Brian's number and directly asked, "The person who posted the post is Maya."

His tone was enough to show that he was not surprised at all. Even, he had expected it.

Brian was not surprised and asked, "How to deal with it? You can't take Freya to hide in the ancient town for a lifetime."

"Don't let Freya know that Maya posted it."

"..." Brian expressed his doubts with silence.

"The matter is very complicated. I can't explain it to you at the moment." Chris pressed the temple. "Can you handle the matter before we go back?"

"You'd better worry about how to explain it to Freya."

When the voice just fell, Brian hung the phone, and Chris delayed to put away the mobile phone. Freya's voice came from the yard.

"Chris, are you OK?"

He pushed the door and raised his smile. "Okay." When he was seated, he picked up a large piece of fish for Freya. "Eat more."

After dinner, Freya said she was too full and did not want to move as an excuse to let Chris do the dishes.

Chris rarely didn't argue with Freya and stroked Freya's forehead, his movements full of affection. "Pig."

Then he walked over to the kitchen with the plates.

Freya caught up with Chris, kicked his knee from behind. "You are a pig!"

The two laughed and went out to the river, center of the ancient town.

There were night tours.

According to recommendations, this river had passed through several major attractions in the ancient town. After a boat trip, you could enjoy the night view of several major attractions. The houses in the ancient town were low-rise buildings with a wide view. It was also a wonderful thing to lie and watch the stars on board.

The touring was clearly very popular, with several boats passing across the river from time to time.

Freya excitedly pulled Chris's hand. "We could also go to rent a boat."

With different sizes and prices, Chris chose a two-person boat with refreshments on board, all of which were local specialties.

Boatmen in coarse clothes operated at the head of the boat, and Chris and Freya were in the stern. The cany chair was not comfortable, so Freya just leaned on Chris, saw lights on both sides of the river or the stars on top of her head. The cool night wind slowly blew, taking Chris's body scent into Freya's breathing.

This was the most beautiful night of her life.

Freya's character was never static. It didn't take long for her to sit up and start to pick up the snacks on the coffee table. But regardless of the taste, she only took a small bite and fed the rest to Chris.

In the beginning, Chris took this as a flirt. After a while, he found that Freya saw him as a trash can.

He was frowning with dissatisfaction. "One bite every time. Are your animal sign a mouse?"

"I'm afraid of gaining weight!" Freya said seriously, "The finals will soon come, if I gain weight at this time, they'll think I'm so unprofessional and Candy won't let me off!"

Chris encircled her waist to hug her. "You are not afraid of me not letting you off?"

Freya looked indifferent, smiled, and saw Chris's lips getting closer and closer. She gave him a piece of cake and smiled. "Is it delicious?"

Chris bit his teeth and put Freya's fingers into his mouth as well.

Freya was surprised, only felt that a current passed through her fingertips to her heart and spread to the limbs. She almost melted.

Suddenly, Chris had buckled her waist and kissed on her lips.

"Yum!"

Freya subconsciously held Chris, bearing his hegemony and gentle kiss.

The boat was still swaying on the river, and the two figures were hidden in the dark faint light, with a kind of unspeakable beauty.

"Freya..."

Freya first heard Chris calling her in such a deep but tender voice.

She didn't know what to say, so she responded.

At this moment, the stars on top of her head seemed to really twinkle so brightly, and the lights on both sides seemed suddenly blurry.

But it didn't matter, because she was willing to indulge and sink with Chris...