Please Answer 2020

Chapter 168 The Girl
"It's delicious."

Cheng Qian'an sat at the dining table, watching the two of them take the first bite of her meal, full of anticipation.

He had read the tutorials on the Internet before, and he made all the things like putting milk and hot pot base by himself with guesswork.

"How should I put it, barely, it's okay."

Song Yuqi babbled and babbled, seeing his confident expression, the words he was about to praise changed instantly.

"delicious."

Zhao Meiyan had eaten malatang before, but most of them were improved versions for Korean tastes. Now I tasted his cooking. It cannot be said that it is better, but it can only be said that each has its own advantages.

But after all, he did it with his own hands, and he didn't hesitate to praise it at all.

After all, eating plain noodles in front of the camera will make an exaggerated reaction for the effect.

"Eat more if it's delicious."

Cheng Qian'an looked at Zhao Meiyan and said with a smile, but he didn't even look at Song Yuqi.

"whispering sound."

Song Yuqi gave him a blank look.

After the two finished eating, they lay comfortably on the sofa in the living room.

"Just eat this? No more?"

Cheng Qian'an looked at the pile left in the pot and asked curiously.

"Those who are on the show should maintain their weight and not eat too much."

Song Yuqi adjusted her posture, lying comfortably on Zhao Meiyan's lap, and lazily replied.

Zhao Meiyan looked at him and nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case.

"Ok."

Cheng Qian'an shook his head, it seems that the rest of these are a pity.

"What, did you come up with something in the afternoon's discussion?"

"There is already a prototype, and it will be made soon."

With the cooperation of the two, and the fact that there is an original song as the background, it is natural that the speed of production is very fast.

"Worthy of being our Chengda composer."

Song Yuqi flattered him feebly.

"thank you."

Seeing her tired and lazy look, Cheng Qian'an was speechless.

"You're welcome."

Song Yuqi turned sideways, raised and lowered his hands, and stroked Zhao Meiyan's thigh.

This made Zhao Meiyan blush all of a sudden, after all, she was still outside, not in the dormitory, especially in front of Cheng Qian'an.

Taking Song Yuqi's hand away with one hand, Zhao Meiyan muttered in a low voice: "It's still outside."

Seeing Cheng Qian'an busy cleaning up the dishes, Zhao Meiyan moved Song Yuqi away and got up to help him clean up together.

Cheng Qian'an, who was immersed in washing dishes, saw Zhao Meiyan come in with the leftover bowls and chopsticks. Compared with Song Yuqi, his heart warmed.

Sure enough, Meiyan is really considerate. Whoever marries her in the future will be a blessing.

"It's okay, I'll do it, you go and sit down."

Reaching out to take the bowls and chopsticks, he instructed Zhao Meiyan.

"Really?"

In South Korea, where machismo is prevalent, although it is much better than when it was extreme, there are not many boys who will take the initiative to cook for others at home.

It really made Zhao Meiyan look at her with admiration, and her impression of him gradually increased.

Cheng Qian'an didn't think it was a big deal, or it was a normal thing in China. It was not uncommon for men to cook, and traditional concepts were not as prevalent as those in Japan and South Korea.

"Come here and let's talk and chat."

Seeing that she was the only one left here, Song Yuqi screamed loudly, completely treating this place as her own home.

"I'm coming."

Cheng Gan'an brought over the washed fruit.

Several people sat at the table and chatted for a while, seeing that the time was almost up, they got up and prepared to leave.

"Don't forget what I told you, remember to save a room with me, and come here to live in the future."

Song Yuqi was not ashamed to say anything, and Cheng Qian An pretended not to hear it, but said goodbye to Zhao Meiyan with a smile on his face.

"Miyeon will often come to my house as a guest."

Zhao Meiyan nodded, also showing a smile on her face, and nodded.

Ding!
When the elevator arrived, there was a crisp reminder sound, and then a girl with long hair stepped out of it.

"Go away."

Seeing that Cheng Qian'an ignored him, Song Yuqi gave him a hard look, dragged Zhao Meiyan into the elevator, and didn't pay attention to the girl coming out of the elevator, just glanced at him hastily.

The girl was taken aback, how could she not recognize the two people in front of her, but seeing that they were talking, she was cautious and didn't make a sound.

"be careful on the road."

Cheng Qian'an waved to the two of them, watching the elevator doors slowly close in front of his eyes.

Turning his face to look, he found that the girl from just now was still standing pretty in the same place, looking at him cautiously with big eyes, and only dared to speak and asked aloud when the two of them left.

"Excuse me, are those Senior Yuqi and Senior Meiyan?"

Cheng Qian'an was a little surprised why the girl in front of him suddenly communicated with him, but he spoke to her out loud.

"Yes, they are my friends and come to my house as guests.

What, are you their fan? "

After Cheng Qian'an finished speaking, he paused and asked her with curious eyes.

"If you are their fan, next time I come over, I can help you get autographed photos, albums and so on."

They are all neighbors who will get along with each other day and night, and she looks like a fan, so Cheng Qian'an is also more enthusiastic.

"Ah, thank you very much."

The girl in front of her was stunned for a moment, bowed and said.

"Are you a trainee?"

Cheng Qian'an suddenly became interested. He always felt that the girl in front of him was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Nai, I'm a trainee at SM Company."

It turned out to be the case.

Cheng Qian'an seemed to remember it, and a look of sudden realization flashed across his face.

He said, before going to SM company, he felt that he had vaguely seen it somewhere, and now he asked, it was really the case.

"What about you?"

The girl asked carefully, and she also felt that the person in front of her was a little familiar, as if she had met him at the company.

"I'm a composer, and I'm going to work in your company during this time. Let me tell you, I feel a little familiar when I saw you last time."

Cheng Qian'an said heartily.

So, no wonder, a composer neighbor moved in next to my house.

"how old are you?"

Cheng Qian'an asked with a smile.

"Born in 00."

"That's quite a few years younger than me."

"What is your name?"

"Liu Zhimin."

The girl in front of her stood where she was, and said charmingly, with a cautious tone.

Cheng Qian'an said with a smile that although he is actually three years younger, the difference between a generation always makes him feel that it is not a generation, and there is a big age difference.

"have you eaten yet?"

Cheng Qian'an then asked aloud, and he suddenly remembered that he still had a big pot of Malatang left.

"Not yet, I'm going to eat right now."

"If you haven't eaten it, you can try the Malatang I made. It tastes very good. The two seniors just thought it was very delicious."

Cheng Qian'an said easily.

"No, thank you."

Liu Zhimin shook his head like a rattle, and said hastily.

"What's the use, take it back and give it to your parents to taste, the taste from China, is it a respect for my new neighbor?
wait. "

Cheng Qian'an smiled and waved his hands, turned back to the kitchen, and put the rest into a small pot. It was the classic golden small pot that appeared frequently in Korean dramas, and Song Yuqi also bought it.

"Don't forget to bring it back to me when you're done eating."

Liu Zhimin nodded mechanically, turned around with a blank face and went home, inexplicably having an extra pot in his hand.

"what is this?"

Seeing her coming back with a pot in her hand, her parents asked curiously.

"The neighbors just moved in across the street."

Liu Zhimin didn't seem to have reacted yet, his face was a little dazed, and he looked down at the pot in his hand.

(End of this chapter)