Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 12 Don't I just eat a few pieces of your meat?

She took a deep breath uncontrollably. Does Shen Du, a dog man, cook so deliciously?It's unscientific, why should he?
Nan Song tried hard to restrain his urge to get up and go to the kitchen to find out.

But the scent seemed to have magical powers, and it made her dizzy gradually, and the scene of everyone having dinner together in the Tongfu Inn was no longer fragrant.

After all, Nan Song couldn't control himself, walked lightly to the kitchen, lay down by the door and peeked in secretly.

At a certain moment, Shen Du turned around with the shovel in hand, and as soon as he turned around, he met Nan Song's greedy eyes.

The man was expressionless: "What's the matter?"

Nan Song shook his head subconsciously, trying to save his last bit of face.

"Stay away if you have nothing to do, don't hinder me here okay?"

Shen Du's tone was full of disgust.

Nan Song was instantly unhappy.

"I'm just standing here, and I'm not in your way."

"Your breathing makes me sick."

"If you are uncomfortable, just bear it."

"I can't bear it."

"If you can't bear it, get out."

When the two of you said something to each other, the kitchen seemed to have been reduced to a battlefield filled with gunpowder.

Shen Du licked his back molars with the tip of his tongue, and let out a long breath.

"Nan Song, if it wasn't because I was worried that you would cuckold me, I wouldn't be so accommodating to you."

Upon hearing this, Nan Song was a little confused: "Say it again, what shall I wear for you?"

"Green hat." Shen Du repeated.

"What hat?"

"Green hat."

"What's green?"

"Green hat."

"Green hat what?"

Shen Du: ".Are you playing with me?"

Nan Song raised a rather delicate orchid finger slowly, and poked his ear, with an innocent face: "No, pure ears are not good."

Shen Du's lips moved slightly and was about to continue talking when he saw Nan Song reaching out and pointing at his back, with a bitch tone.

"Wow, your food seems to be getting mushy."

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At the same time, there was a knock on the door, and the takeaway arrived.

The two of them had been arguing just now, and immediately went back to doing their own things, as if nothing had happened.

Nan Song was already hungry, so he opened the takeaway box and began to feast on it.

3 minute later.

"Clap."

In front of her was a plate of pan-fried veal steak.

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5 minute later.

"Clap."

In front of her was a bowl of Steamed Eggs with Shrimp and Tofu.

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The pan-fried veal steak is cut into strips that taste good, the presentation is exquisite, and the color is attractive.

The cook also ingeniously threw a few plums in it, and the soul-stirring sour aroma went straight into Nan Song's nose.

The yellow steamed egg with shrimp and tofu looks duang duang, sprinkled with a few cute shallots on top, it looks pretty good, and the shrimp curled up in a round shape exudes a seductive and coquettish aura: come and eat me ah!

Shen Du filled a bowl of white rice for himself, and sat opposite Nan Song.

She looked down at the fresh mushroom and scallop porridge in her bowl, and the next second, her gaze drifted to the pan-fried veal steak and steamed eggs for a few seconds, and then she silently retracted it.

It's delicious, takeaway porridge is delicious, veal steak is a fart, this dog man's cooking skills must be rubbish, veal steak and steamed eggs are not good.
Nan Song silently gave himself a psychological hint.

One minute later, Nan Song's moral defense and psychological defense both collapsed. Her small hands trembled slightly, and she couldn't hold the spoon after all.

"Shen Du."

"Huh?" The man on the opposite side fed a piece of meat into his mouth with a cold attitude.

"Give me a piece."

"What can I give you a piece of?"

"Veal steak."

In front of the delicious food, Nan Song threw his face into the sky.

Shen Du tasted the dishes he cooked slowly, and after swallowing, he watched Nan Song utter three words lightly.

"You are dreaming."

Nan Song didn't intend to continue to ask for his opinion, and the spoon in his hand rushed towards the fried veal steak as quickly as lightning.

But heaven failed to fulfill one's wishes, spoons, except for soup and porridge, were not easy to operate at all, and Nan Song was repeatedly frustrated.

After all, the person opposite couldn't bear it any longer: "Are you performing acrobatics?"

Nan Song pretended not to hear anything, silently went to the kitchen to get a fork for himself, and still had a cold and arrogant face when he sat down.

She forked a piece of veal steak into her mouth.

"Well, the needle doesn't poke."

Shen Du is not very familiar with Internet buzzwords: "Does the needle poke?"

Nan Song stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up in the air, and said vaguely, "Praise you for being awesome."

"Well, that sounds like a human saying."

Nan Song ignored him, wiped out more than half of the fried veal steak, and then attacked the steamed egg with a spoon.

Shen Du had almost finished eating, he put down his chopsticks gracefully, and quietly looked at the woman across from him.

"Is the veal steak good?"

"good to eat."

"Where are the steamed eggs?"

"It's delicious too."

"In that case, let me tell you something." Shen Du spoke in a leisurely manner.

Nan Song was busy eating without raising his head: "What's the matter?"

"You are not allowed to have any contact with Lu Huaichuan in the future."

Hearing the name Lu Huaichuan, Nan Song stopped, and she raised her eyes to Shen Du, her eyes full of inquiry.

At this moment, for some reason, the rebellious energy in his bones suddenly came up again.

Nan Song put down the fork in his hand, took out a sanitary napkin and wiped his hands, and the whole person returned to his usual arrogant black swan temperament, as if the person who was desperate to eat veal steak just now was not her.

"Why don't you just eat a few pieces of your meat? Why are you still negotiating terms with me?"

Shen Du didn't answer her question directly, but grasped the key point in a second.

"Why, don't you agree? Nan Song, let me emphasize again, I'm not discussing with you, but informing you. "

The word "Notice" was accentuated by Shen Du, Nan Song sat up straight and twisted his slender waist.

"It's like this. Come and listen to me analyze and analyze with you. Each of us is an independent individual with our own thoughts and social circles. Lu Huaichuan and I have nothing against each other. It is difficult for me to guarantee that we will not get along with him in the future. There will be any contact, and you can't restrict me, can you?"

After Nan Song said these words in a serious manner, he waited for Shen Du's reaction.

The man sneered, and there was no warmth in his deep eyes.

At this moment, the trace of smoke and smoke that was so hard to be contaminated by cooking just now disappeared, leaving only a cold breath on the whole body.

Even though Shen Du like this can scare ten Chen Minghes, Nan Song is not afraid of him at all.

You know, playing with your deadly rival is simply a great pleasure in life, why not do it?
And Nan Song only realized something at this moment.

"So when you said you were worried that I would give you a cuckold, you meant Lu Huaichuan? I thought that Mr. Shen had no time to surf the Internet because he had so many things to do, but he didn't expect to get the news so quickly."

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