Life With You

At noon that day, Song Xi left the hospital and returned to the Cuicheng Mountain Villa. George Sheng said that if things go well for three days, that means at least three days in Bazhou. She packed up a few sets of summer clothes because she didn’t know what would happen there. , So I brought two dresses of different styles, thinking that no matter what the occasion, I would never grind the gun.

After everything was cleaned up, Song Xi sat on the side of the bed. There was a turmoil in his stomach, accompanied by a clear grunt. After looking at the time, it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon. If he was in the hospital, it would have been more than an hour since lunch. Will be so hungry.

Going downstairs to the kitchen, the flowers on the kitchen table changed from lilies to red roses, and it seemed that someone had come to clean up.

Song Xi opened the refrigerator door and looked inside. On the front are all kinds of big-name beer and beverages. There is a bottle of LUCID at the price of three bottles of Moutai, and a bottle of MIX worth more than 700 RMB. It is said that one bottle is equal to 60 high-quality apples. ; The side is filled with Evian mineral water.

There are everything in this big villa, but there is no water dispenser, because George Sheng only drinks bottled water, and he has to open it himself, as if someone was going to poison him.

Song Xi has been raised in good clothes since childhood, but compared with George Sheng, there is an inexplicable difference between pirated and genuine.

Closing the refrigerator door, Song Xi could not be able to drink water and be full. She looked for other places in the kitchen, but she found a small bag of flour. When she saw the flour, Song Xi's mind was the first thing that flashed through. Soup, she saw tomatoes and eggs in the refrigerator that specializes in vegetables, and she can make a pimple soup in a pot.

This series of thoughts took shape in an instant, not controlled by Song Xi’s personal will, but the joy of finding food did not last more than three seconds, because behind the only food she could make and did well, she would think of it. An unhappy person.

Thinking of that person, Song Xi suddenly didn't even want to eat.

His mind was stubborn, but his stomach was honest, and there was another call of hunger. Song Xi is not a hungry person. If he is hungry, he must eat immediately, otherwise low blood sugar will be found quickly.

No longer hesitating, she cut open the flour bag and took out a slightly larger bowl. With the small flow of water from the tap, she stirred the flour into small bumps with chopsticks. Seeing her technique, she didn’t seem to be able to The person who cooks, but in fact, the only thing she can cook is this.

After all, she has done it countless times and was praised again. She has been doing it more and more. Now, even if she hasn't done it for a few years, once it starts, all the steps seem to be imprinted in her head.

After the lumps were mixed, Song Xi heated the pan again, fry the persimmons, and then added water. After the water boiled, put the lumps in, and lay a poached egg after the water boiled.

The pimple soup in the hot pot is very simple, she can make it at the level of "Tian Can Hand". A bowl of red pimple soup is served, and there is a round white poached egg on it, which has an appetite, but Song Xi Na While holding the chopsticks, I suddenly lost my appetite, and even my stomach disappeared a lot.

For three years, she still couldn't face calmly, even a bowl of pimple soup could not calmly eat.

While the gods were shaking, there was a sound of opening the door outside, and Song Xi was taken aback and walked out of the kitchen to look.

George Sheng appeared at the gate. He was changing his shoes. He was still followed by the ingots behind him. The three had six eyes facing each other. Naturally, Song Xi said hello first, "Why are you coming back this time?"

George Sheng stepped forward and sat down on the sofa, always coldly, "Pack things."

Yuan Bao then walked in, nodded slightly at Song Xi, and then stepped upstairs.

Song Xi didn't plan to talk to him awkwardly, turning around to leave, George Sheng suddenly asked, "What did you buy?"

"Huh?" Song Xi turned to look at him again.

George Sheng asked again: "Did you buy food?"

Song Xi paused for a while, then said, "Oh, no, I made some pimple soup."

George Sheng looked at Song Xi with a strange and meaningful gaze. At first Song Xi was confused by the second monk, but then thought of the two dark dishes she cooked last night, and 80% of George Sheng thought she was lying.

She quickly explained: "I can only make pimple soup, you like sweet and sour things, I can't make it."

George Sheng didn't say anything. Hearing nothing but seeing is believing, he got up and walked towards the kitchen, and Song Xi followed him nervously.

When he entered the kitchen, the strong fragrance became more obvious. George Sheng looked at the lumpy soup on the table, and glanced at the obviously used cutting boards and pots, which seemed to be made at home.

Song Xi is not stupid, George Sheng has shown obvious interest, she can't say: Then I will eat first, you are busy.

She can only say politely: "Have you eaten yet?"

Sure enough, George Sheng said: "No."

Song Xi said, "I haven't moved this bowl yet. You can eat it first if you don't dislike it."

George Sheng said, "No."

Song Xi secretly said that she was really afraid of her medication, but then George Sheng said again: "You will do two more."

It was exactly the tone of the guest entering the restaurant to order. Song Xi couldn't help but look at George Sheng, and George Sheng looked back at her calmly, "Do more."

After speaking, he turned away.

Poor Song Xi was still despised by him here last night, and she was asked to be a cook again today. She was just a polite sentence, OK?

Facts have proved that George Sheng said that good is good.

Yuan Bao quickly came downstairs with George Sheng’s suitcase. When he saw George Sheng sitting at the dining room table smoking a cigarette, he said, "Brother Sheng, you have packed up. You haven’t eaten at noon yet. Let’s have a meal. ?"

George Sheng lifted his chin and signaled the direction of the kitchen, "She is doing it."

Yuan Bao was also quite surprised when he heard this, but he quickly put down his suitcase and said: "Then I will go and see if I can help."

George Sheng didn't stop him. I don't know if he was serious or joking, he said, "It doesn't matter if you help me, don't let her poison her."

Yuan Bao stood at the door of the kitchen and knocked on the door. Seeing Song Xi turning around, he said politely but not arrogantly, "Miss Song, can I help you?"

Song Xi didn't have any good or bad feelings about Yuan Bao. In fact, she understood George Sheng's bad attitude from time to time. So at this time, facing a person who actively asked for help, she smiled and replied: "No. This is very simple and it will be done right away."

George Sheng asked him to watch here, but Yuan Bao didn't dare to leave, so he kept a few meters away from Song Xi and waited.

Song Xi took two white porcelain bowls with a diameter larger than his palms, and filled a large portion on one side. The kitchen was full of scents that tempted the taste buds.

Yuan Bao came forward to pick it up, Song Xi handed him a bowl, and he took it out to George Sheng.

When he came back again, Song Xi handed him another bowl, Yuan Bao said: "Your bowl is cold, put some hot to eat, and give me that bowl."

Song Xi didn't expect him to say this. For a while, he wasn't sure whether it was an accident or moved. He curled his lips and replied with a faint smile: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of eating cold."

As the two talked, George Sheng's voice came in the direction of the dining room, "No one needs to eat hot for a while."