Zhutian Film and Television: Happiness starts from childhood

Chapter 4 I am suitable for eating soft rice

the next morning.

Zhao Hao moved into Shuxiang Yayuan and also bought some household items to decorate the originally empty house like a home.

When he was settling in his new house, Song Qian sent two messages, but Zhao Hao deliberately didn't reply. He didn't pick up his phone to reply until he had almost tidied up his new house.

When she learned that Zhao Hao had moved here, Song Qian generously offered to come and visit.

The doorbell rang within 10 minutes, and Zhao Hao stepped forward to open the door for Song Qian, deliberately shirtless.

When the latter saw his muscular upper body, a blush appeared on his face, but he was sweaty, and it was normal for him to be shirtless after moving.

Song Qian pretended to visit the house furnishings, but she secretly glanced at Zhao Hao from the corner of her eye.

"Although you didn't buy many things, everything was very exquisite. Is this small stool for flowers?" Song Qian walked to the sofa and asked, pressing a mahogany round stool.

Zhao Hao nodded and praised her for her discernment. While talking, he walked to the kitchen and took out two bottles of water from the refrigerator. He took one bottle for himself and handed another to Song Qian.

When the two of them were sitting on the sofa chatting, Song Qian still couldn't help but look at Zhao Hao secretly. Her sneaky and reserved look was very playful and smart.

"Sister Song, do you have any plans this morning? I would like to treat you to lunch." Zhao Hao asked tentatively.

Song Qian thought for a moment after hearing this, then looked at Zhao Hao and said with a smile on her face:
"What are you going to eat? Will you cook at home or go out?"

"Well, I don't know how to cook. Let's go out to eat. It's more convenient." Zhao Hao smiled awkwardly.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Song Qian couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering, but after laughing, she said with concern:
"Then what will you do in the future? Will you go out to restaurants or order takeout every day? The food outside is unhealthy."

Zhao Hao shrugged indifferently: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Song Qian gave him a helpless look, but she couldn't find any good way to help.

At this time, Zhao Hao seized the opportunity and joked to Song Qian: "Sister Song, why don't you come and teach me how to cook? I'm very smart and I can learn how to cook."

"Are you sure?" Song Qian also smiled. She didn't think Zhao Hao was willing to learn cooking, and what he just said was just a joke.

"OK!" Zhao Hao said very firmly.

Facing his firm and smiling eyes, Song Qian agreed in a strange way. She stood up and went to the kitchen to take a look, but found that there was not even a spoon of salt in it.

"Before you learn how to cook with me, you should at least prepare some necessary things, right? There are no seasonings and no pots and pans. How are you going to cook them?"

Zhao Hao couldn't help laughing when he saw her angry and surprised look.

"You're still laughing. You're not sincere in wanting to learn how to cook, so I won't teach him any more." Song Qian rolled her eyes at him and said coquettishly with her hands on her hips.

"No, Sister Song, please help me and teach me how to cook. You don't want me to only eat takeout in the future, right?" Zhao Hao said coquettishly, holding Song Qian's shoulders with both hands.

Song Qian's body was shaken when she hugged her shoulders. She only struggled briefly and then fell silent.

"Let's go buy some necessary items for the kitchen, and then you can teach me how to cook at home?" Zhao Hao smiled and said in her ear.

When he got closer to Song Qian, he realized that she had also worn perfume today. Although it was very light, she could smell it when he got closer.

She was definitely flirting, but because she had been single all these years, she didn't make it obvious.

Zhao Hao, who sensed her thoughts, was secretly happy. He pretended to squeeze Song Qian's shoulder. The latter only thought he was joking and did not push him away. Instead, she moved closer to him.

Zhao Hao, who was striking while the iron was hot, put his chin on Song Qian's shoulder and asked softly: "Are you okay, Sister Song?"

His breath hit Song Qian's neck. Such obvious stimulation made her a little unbearable. She wanted to push Zhao Hao away but couldn't find the strength. There was even a voice in her heart telling her not to make a fuss. Just a joke between friends.

Song Qian's face turned red, she shook her head slightly and rejected Zhao Hao's proposal, and said based on reality: "You go buy those kitchen supplies this afternoon, and you should go to my house for lunch at noon." "Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood by your daughter? ?" Zhao Hao teased.

"My daughter went to visit a museum with her friends today and won't be back until this afternoon." Song Qian said with some inexplicable shyness.

"Oh~ I see." Zhao Hao hugged Song Qian as he spoke. The distance between the two of them could not fit even an A4 paper.

Feeling that her behavior was a bit excessive, and when Song Qian was about to make up her mind to push her away, Zhao Hao naturally let go of her, and then pretended to drink water with a smile as if nothing had happened.

Seeing him so calm and gentle, Song Qian's thought that Zhao Hao was taking advantage of her was overturned, and she once again firmly believed that the two of them were keeping the distance between friends.

Little did she know that her own bottom line was being eroded step by step.

The two sat at Zhao Hao's house for a while, chatting about their favorite topics. During this period, Zhao Hao deliberately joked with her to close the distance between them.

Near eleven o'clock, the two of them got up and rushed to Song Qian's house to prepare for lunch.

Zhao Hao put on a white T-shirt and took the initiative to tie an apron for Song Qian. After tying the apron around his waist into a bow, he specially patted it twice and praised:
"Sister Song, isn't your waist too thin?"

"Bucket waist, not thin."

"Impossible, it's really thin." Zhao Hao said and put his hands together to wrap around Song Qian's waist.

"Don't make trouble~" Song Qian reached out and slapped Zhao Hao's hand away, then adjusted herself and started cooking.

She handed the job of chopping vegetables to Zhao Hao, who was very unfamiliar with the task she assigned. However, with an assistant to help her, Song Qian could cook much faster.

"Don't you know how much water to put in the steamed rice?" Song Qian turned around and asked.

"One and a half middle fingers." Zhao Hao said proudly.

"Two pieces, one and a half pieces of steamed rice is a bit hard." Song Qian corrected.

"Yeah, that makes sense. If I don't eat hard rice, the doctor said I'm suitable for eating soft rice." Zhao Hao said with a smile.

"You don't have a formal appearance. How can you eat soft food when you are young and struggling?" Song Qian rolled her eyes at him and said.

Zhao Hao grinned, put the washed rice into the rice cooker, and then continued to assist Song Qian in cooking.

"The food you cook tastes so good. Anyone who could marry you would have made a fortune in their last life."

When he said this, Song Qian's waving frying spoon suddenly stopped moving.

After hesitating for a long time, she recovered and continued cooking. At the same time, she lamented:
"It's enough for me to have a failed marriage. I have no plans to get married again. From now on, I will just live with my daughter and not think about anything else."

Zhao Hao looked at her helpless expression, stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, and comforted her softly:
"Don't say that. Your life is only one third of your life. You can't be so pessimistic."

After he finished speaking, his hands hugged Song Qian tighter and tighter like snakes. He could even feel that his weight could flatten the mountains.

If two people hold each other too close, they will inevitably experience shortness of breath.

Zhao Hao deliberately blew into her ear. How could Song Qian, who had been alone for many years, stand up to him? After a while, she seemed to have drained all her strength and collapsed in Zhao Hao's arms.

"Your eyes are so beautiful, shining like stars, shining into my heart." Zhao Hao looked at Song Qian and said affectionately.

Without waiting for Song Qian to reply, he lowered his head and kissed her full and red lips.

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