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"Stop!" Seeing that song Tingchen was leaving, song Lixian drank coldly.

Song Tingchen stopped. He was silent with his back to song Lixian. He didn't expect that one day he and song Lixian would come to this point.

"Song Tingchen, I taught you by myself. Don't I know how many kilograms you have?" Song Lixian paused and continued, "I want Taiya to close. It's easy. Don't you admit defeat?"

Song Tingchen was stunned.

Song Lixian used dawn as a threat to make the bank that had promised to lend to Taiya change its mind temporarily. Taiya cut off the most important fund. Now the company is at a critical juncture of life and death.

"Why should I admit defeat?" Although he knew that the company was in a precarious situation, song Tingchen said confidently, "if you admit defeat, do you deserve to be your son?"

Song Lixian came to song Tingchen. He stared into his eyes, sneered and asked, "song Tingchen, I tell you, in S City, as long as I don't let you survive, you won't have a chance to survive."

"Even if it's going to disappoint you." Song Tingchen was not angry either. He calmly looked at Song Lixian and whispered, "Dad, I wish you a happy new year and take care of your health."

Before Song Lixian could say anything, song Tingchen strode out of the living room. He has nothing to say with song Lixian now, and once, as soon as he came back, he could talk with song Lixian in the study all afternoon. At that time, they had endless words, and song Tingchen also learned a lot from Song Lixian.

Yu Jiao caught a glimpse of song Tingchen passing by him, and song Lixian narrowed his eyes. His eyes were shocked and unwilling. He felt that his authority had been challenged, so he urgently needed to prove that no one could challenge him.

Before leaving the villa, song Tingchen turned and looked up at the room upstairs. Just as he looked up, the curtain of the window was pulled up. He knew that Liu Mingang had been looking at him.

After silently apologizing to Liu Min in his heart, song Tingchen got on the car without looking back.

At ten o'clock in the evening, song Tingchen finally waited for Qin Youle in Runze villa. Qin Youle was also gathering with Qin Huai.

"Liu Ma and Chen Zi both went back tonight." Seeing song Tingchen leaning on the sofa, Qin Youle also gathered together. She habitually lay in Song Tingchen's arms.

"Are you full?" Song Tingchen asked after a sound.

"I'm full," Qin Youle said with satisfaction. She and Qin Huai went to sun Huo's house on New Year's Eve. The two families have always been very close, so Qin Youle didn't feel constrained. Naturally, she was full of wine and food.

Just then, a discordant voice came from Song Tingchen's stomach.

"Isn't it?" Qin Youle sat up straight. She looked at Song Tingchen's face and asked with a suppressed smile, "what's the matter? Hungry? "

Song Tingchen nodded innocently. In the atmosphere of the evening, he ate almost nothing except a few mouthfuls of soup. It makes sense to be hungry now.

Qin Youle frowned slightly. She glanced at the empty house and said helplessly, "Liu's mother is not at home. It's not convenient to go out to eat so late now. That..."

Seeing song Tingchen looking at her, Qin Youle asked in surprise, "song Tingchen, don't you want me to cook for you?"

"Isn't it nice to wash your hands and make soup?" Song Tingchen said coquettishly, "I've seen you describe it in your script. Don't you think so?"

"Did I write that? Why don't I remember? " Qin Youle started the mode of pretending to forget. She shook her head like a rattle and said, "no, I can't cook."

"Didn't you still cook two dishes for me once in Kangcheng?" Song Tingchen looked expectantly into Qin Youle's eyes, "I miss your cooking."

Qin Youle smiled twice, shook his head firmly and refused: "it's really not good. I'll cook some dumplings for you. Liu Ma made dumplings this noon. It seems that there are still some left."

"Just dumplings?" Song Tingchen touched his stomach and shook his head. "I'm sure I can't eat enough."

As soon as song Tingchen's words were finished, his stomach cried a few times, as if telling Qin Youle that he was really hungry and needed food urgently.

"I really lost to you." Unable to help song Tingchen's coquettish request, Qin Youle had to agree to his request, but before leaving, she suddenly said, "I have a request. Come in and give me a hand."

Ten minutes later, a tall man in a hat, mask and apron appeared in the kitchen. He was clumsily cutting vegetables. He often couldn't distinguish salt from sugar.

"I really convinced you!" When song Tingchen handed Qin Youle the sugar as salt for the second time, she couldn't help saying, "song Tingchen, I really want you to eat all the sugar now."

"Isn't this my first time in the kitchen?" Song Tingchen said wrongfully, "these two obviously look alike. Who knows how to distinguish."

"Sure enough, genius has an idiot side," Qin Youle had to push song Tingchen aside and complained, "can't you see white sugar and salt at a glance?"

"I......" seeing Qin Youle throwing white eyes at him, song Tingchen obediently closed his mouth.

"Go and cut me some parsley." Qin Youle skillfully controls everything in the kitchen. She found that she seemed very incompetent when she was with mom Zhang, but now she seems to be a chef with song Tingchen. Song Tingchen only obeys what he says, which makes Qin Youle feel a little proud.

"Did you wash it?" Looking at the dried coriander, Qin Youle sighed and asked.

"Didn't you wash it?" Song Tingchen scratched his head again. He did something wrong and lowered his head.

"Get out." Qin Youle's enthusiasm for song Tingchen's help was gone. She weakly pushed song Tingchen out of the kitchen and said, "OK, go out and don't make trouble for me."

Song Tingchen was driven out of the kitchen with his head down.

However, Qin Youle didn't know. When he walked out of the kitchen with his head down, he was already happy. He really has a headache for kitchen knives, chopping boards, and those miscellaneous kitchen utensils. Qin Youle drove him out of the kitchen, just as he wanted.

After a busy half hour, Qin Youle finally brought out four dishes and hot dumplings.

Looking at the dishes on the table, song Tingchen swallowed his saliva.

"Eat." Seeing that song Tingchen was still salivating for face, Qin Youle said happily, "try the taste. It's all very homely dishes."

The four dishes are: some greasy braised meat, green oil and wheat dishes, fried chicken with Huaishan mushrooms, cold beef and one side radish and ribs soup. They are really ordinary household dishes.

"How's it going?" Looking at Song Tingchen after eating mixed beef, Qin Youle asked expectantly that cold beef is Zhang Ma's specialty. Because she likes to eat it very much, she specially learned it at that time. Now it can also be said that it is her specialty.

After swallowing it, song Tingchen was not in a hurry to comment. He closed his eyes and tasted it for a while before giving Qin Youle a thumbs up. He appreciated it without stinging: "the beef is very tender, some sweet and some spicy, and the unique smell of coriander is combined with the taste of beef. One word, great!"

"Delicious, you can eat more." Qin Youle enthusiastically scooped another big spoon to song Tingchen. Song Tingchen's words made her happy and sweet as honey.

Song Tingchen first drank a big bowl of soup, then ate several dumplings, and ate a large part of each dish.

"Are you full?" Seeing song Tingchen put down his chopsticks, Qin Youle asked with a smile on his face.

"Very satisfied." Song Tingchen nodded seriously. He looked at Qin Youle and said, "I think we often need this kind of time. How good it is to cook at home. It feels like a little couple."

"Ha ha!" Qin Youle smiled twice. She clapped her hands, stood up and whispered, "well, you're full, so you can wash these bowls and the pot in the kitchen."

Looking at the leftovers on the table, song Tingchen's face turned black.

"I'd better wait until mother Liu comes back." Song Tingchen stood up embarrassed and said, "she can't wash it until she comes back."

"Liu Ma and Chen Zi don't come back these two days," Qin Youle said with a smile, blocking song Tingchen's place. "Song Tingchen, if these things are put back by them, they should stink. You shouldn't be such a person."

"I......" song Tingchen is really embarrassed now.

"You won't let me wash it?" Qin Youle looked into song Tingchen's eyes and asked word by word, "song Tingchen, if you dare let me wash, I will..."

"How?" Song Tingchen hurriedly said, "you've done so many things. How can you wash the dishes again?"

"That's right," Qin Youle said involuntarily, putting his apron on song Tingchen. She said as she hurried for him. "Look, husband and wife have to divide their work like this, right? When I cook, you have to wash the dishes. If you don't want to wash the dishes, you'll do it next time."

Song Tingchen frowned into a word "Chuan".

Watching song Tingchen clean up the dishes, brush the pot and bowl, Qin Youle laughed and almost couldn't breathe.

"Is it that funny?" Song Tingchen brushed the dishes with disgust. He was slightly obsessive-compulsive. He couldn't allow the dishes to be a little dirty, so he brushed them very clean and took a long time naturally.

Qin Youle leaned aside and nodded seriously, "don't say it, Tingchen. It's really rare to see you like this now. Family men also have a surprising side. " After wiping the dishes one by one, song Tingchen's face turned green.

"Hard work, hard work." After Song Tingchen, Qin Yu Le washed his hands for Song Tingchen in the bathroom. She pressed a bunch of hand sanitizer in Song Tingchen's hands and rubbed out a pile of bubbles.

"How's the life of the little couple?" Qin Youle held back his smile and asked.

"Next time we're still in Liu Ma's, let's enjoy life." Song Tingchen sighed and said.