Si Ye's little ancestor is really bad

Chapter 9 The vague ruthlessness
Xu Qingchan bent her eyes, "His buns have the taste of childhood."

She paused suddenly, "But I bought all the buns just now, if you want, I'll give you a few."

"It's so embarrassing, you bought it. It's okay, he is a big man, if you can't eat it this time, just buy it next time, you can eat it yourself."

"It's okay, I can't eat so much."

Xu Qingchan asked for another kraft paper bag from the store, and gave Mu Xiuze two meat buns and two siu mai.

Mu Xiuze didn't refuse, and took the bag with more smiles in his eyes.

"Then I'll thank you for my friend."

A figure of a person flashed in her mind, "Who is your friend, the one in the lounge last time?"

Mu Xiuze smiled: "Yes, it's him, do you still remember?"

"He doesn't look like he likes to eat steamed buns. It's a little surprising."

"It's true that he usually chooses food to death, but he likes the steamed stuffed buns from this restaurant. I'm also puzzled."

She was silent for a moment, her eyes were a little far-reaching, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Mu Xiuze paused, "You said this steamed stuffed bun has the taste of childhood?"

"kindness."

He pondered for a few seconds, then it made sense.

After saying goodbye, Xu Qingchan drove back in the car, feeling a little dazed along the way.

She discovered Yu Ji Bun Shop by accident. When she ate his meat buns for the first time, she was stunned for a long time. Memories flooded in like a flood, making her heart ache.

At that time, Aunt Lu also loved making steamed buns. The skin was thin and filled with fillings. The minced meat was stir-fried with a unique cooking method, and it was full of delicate meat flavor after one bite.

Fragrant but not greasy, she can eat several at a time.

Rainy days are the time when people are free and Aunt Lu loves to make steamed buns. She knows that she loves meat buns. Almost three-quarters of the buns in a drawer are filled with meat.

She moved a small bench to guard the hearth, and when the hot steamed buns came out of the oven, Aunt Lu packed a tray for her to take to the attic.

Looking at the scenery from the attic, misty and rainy.

The distant mountains are shrouded in mist, and the damp and cold water vapor in the air mixed with the unique woody fragrance of the attic hits the nostrils.

The boy in front of the drawing board had a straight back, slender fingers holding a paintbrush, deep and quiet eyebrows, and no emotion on his cold face.

Xu Qingchan neatly placed the plate on the wooden table beside him, and said in a soft voice, "Do you want something with meat...or tofu?"

He didn't look sideways, "Tofu."

She was overjoyed, "Okay, the two on the left are tofu, and the one on the right is wrapped in meat, don't get it wrong."

She explained carefully, for fear that he would take the wrong meat bun.

In the bird's nest under the beam, the little swallows chirped when they saw Xu Qingchan. She broke apart the buns in her hand, divided them into small pieces and put them on the floor, watching the mother swallows take them back to the babies little by little.

It was raining outside, and there was no sound in the attic. She lay on the floor, looking at the little swallow for a while, and couldn't help but scrutinize the serious Qi Si for a while.

At that time, time seems to be paused, and the beauty is so beautiful that people dare not touch it.

The 88th floor of Jingsheng Building.

In front of the huge 108-degree French window, a man with a stern face was leaning over a dark desk. The watch in his hand was glowing with a cold light, like its owner, with an indifferent and noble aura.

The sound of footsteps entering the door without knocking made his bushy brows furrow slightly.

Mu Xiuze put the brown paper bag on his desk, "No, your bun."

Qi Si raised his eyes, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his dark eyes, "Knock on the door first when you come in, and say a few times."

"Don't pay attention to these details." Mu Xiuze sat down on the sofa casually, and said in a harsh tone, "You don't have a woman, so you're afraid that I might see something I shouldn't?"

A cool gaze swept over him, and he fell silent for an instant.

"I'm not running errands for you. I bought you buns with good intentions, and you are so fierce to me... Speaking of which, this bun was given to you by someone else. It was sold out when I went. There is a girl who With a kind heart, I gave you two."

Qi Si looked at the kraft paper bag on the table, and said in a calm tone, "Did you ask for it?"

"It was given to me on my own initiative. I heard that my friend also likes that steamed stuffed bun. She divided the two of you without saying a word. Anyway, you can be regarded as being favored by others. That girl is from the show last time." The most beautiful, help me find Zimi, the person you haven't even glanced at."

Qi Si took a bite of the bun, "It's cold."

"It's the twelfth lunar month of winter, so it's normal to be cold when you come so far away. You old man, just order some food."

Mu Xiuze tapped his knuckles on his knees, and asked in a casual tone, "Does this bun have the same taste as when I was a child?"

Qi Si's dark eyes were mostly restrained by slightly drooping eyelashes, and he didn't speak.

Mu Xiuze: "That Miss Xu said so."

"What's her name?"

"Xu Qingchan."

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Xu Qingchan recited the script very late last night, and after drinking a cup of coffee, she unexpectedly suffered from insomnia in the middle of the night.

When she woke up in the morning and saw those two big black smoke circles, she herself felt amused.

I don't know if it was because of eye fatigue, her right eyelid twitched all day.

She only slept for three or four hours at night, and whenever she got a chance to rest on the set, she would use it to catch up on dozing off. She wanted to recharge her energy in a quiet way, but Yang Wanwan came to her place whenever she had time to harass others. clear dream.

Xu Qingchan thinks that she has a good temper in most cases, but the fact that her sleep was disturbed really made her angry.

She got up.

After being woken up by her noisy voice during the third studio break, Xu Qingchan frowned impatiently, her black eyes staring at Yang Wanwan indifferently.

"Is it over?" The tone of the exit was indifferent, different from the usual clearness.

She has a glamorous appearance, and she has a deep sense of alienation when she is not smiling and when she is serious.

Yang Wanwan was stunned, it was indeed the first time she saw such an indifferent Xu Qingchan, without her usual indifference and peace, there was a warning and danger that could not be concealed from those deep black eyes.

How could such a strong aura and a faint ruthlessness emanate from her.

Yang Wanwan was so intimidated that she almost lost her ability to speak, she was a little annoyed and at a loss, "Why are you so angry, what about it?"

Xu Qingchan closed her eyes, "Don't run towards me if you have nothing to do, it's better to memorize more lines if you have this time."

"Don't bother you."

After being told, Yang Wanwan didn't come in front of her and ran away. When driving back, Xu Qingchan reflected on herself and felt that her reaction today was a little overdone.

It should be more indifferent, not to scare her that much at all.

She has always paid attention to her emotions, and wants to be a gentle and easy-going person who will not be affected by anyone.

Unperturbed.

She likes this word so much, and wishes she could become such a person too.

But she can ignore other things, and being disturbed while sleeping is really out of control.

"Ugh……"

She exhaled lightly and reflected deeply on herself.

Sister Hong's call came in.

"Qing Chan, is the crew over there?"

"Well, it's over, I'm driving back."

"Don't go back to the apartment, come to Lishangsdu, the boss is back, and the whole company is here to welcome him tonight."

(End of this chapter)