The president's beloved dumb wife

The kitchen on the set was not big. When he stepped in, the small space immediately became narrow.

Yu Sheng didn't look at him. He bowed his head and filled the porridge attentively.

Xiao dingxun looked around and didn't find the gloves to bring soup, so he went to Yu Sheng: "where are the gloves?"

His voice suddenly hit her ears. Yu Sheng was stunned. The soup spoon shook and the hot porridge immediately splashed on the back of her hand.

"Be careful..." Xiao dingxun frowned, stepped forward, held her thin wrist, stretched out under the water pipe, opened the cold water and rushed at the back of her reddish hand.

"Mr. Xiao..." Yu Sheng raised his eyes and looked at him, slowly earning his hand.

Xiao dingxun quickly released his hand: "sorry, I was abrupt just now."

Yu Sheng slightly lowered his eyes, looked at the back of his hand, gently shook his head: "it doesn't matter."

They were so close. Unexpectedly, Xiao dingxun seemed to smell a faint cold fragrance.

The aroma is faint, but very familiar.

Four years ago, ah Sheng always had this aroma on his body. In the past four years, he has always kept ah Sheng's purse.

It's just a pity that the aroma in the purse has long faded away.

He was in a trance, but he couldn't believe that there were really two similar people in the world?

Similar names, similar eyes, the same fragrance.

If Su Sheng didn't speak, he would almost think that she was ah Sheng at all.

"Mr. Xiao?"

Yu Sheng saw that his eyes seemed to condense on himself, and couldn't help whispering.

"Does it hurt?" Xiao dingxun looked back, looked at the back of her red hand and asked.

Yu Sheng shook his head: "it's all right. It's just a little red. It should be fine soon."

"I'll ask song Qiao to buy some medicine and apply it."

"Really not..."

Before she finished, he took out his mobile phone, dialed song Qiao's phone and ordered him to go on.

Yu Sheng had to shut up.

"Go out and wait. I'll serve the porridge."

"It doesn't matter. My hands are fine..."

Xiao dingxun looked at her, but his voice and color were light and soft: "go out and wait."

Yu Sheng only felt that the depths of her heart seemed to be filled with unspeakable sour and sweet. She was afraid of her emotions, so she quickly turned and walked out.

When he came to the kitchen door, Yu Sheng suddenly thought of something. He turned back and took two new rags from the drawer: "it seems that there are no gloves here. You use this pad to be careful not to burn it."

She finished, and without waiting for Xiao dingxun to speak, she quickly stepped out of the kitchen.

Porridge is a thick eight treasure soup of fragrant rice. The soup is chicken and hibiscus soup. There are two dishes, one meat and one vegetable, with both color and flavor.

What made Xiao dingxun even more distracted was that these were almost the same as what ah Sheng did in those years.

"Su Su, you sit next to me."

Xiao and an stood up and very gentlemanly helped Yu Sheng open his chair.

Yu Sheng said with a smile: "this was originally made for you. I won't eat it. There will be shooting later."

Xiao and an thought they could have dinner with their sweetheart, but their dream failed. Their small face was immediately filled with disappointment.

Yu Sheng saw this and hurriedly said, "good boy, I'll sit here and watch you eat, okay?"

"Drink less soup, it won't affect the shooting." Xiao dingxun said, rolled his sleeves, personally filled half a bowl of soup and put it in front of Yu Sheng. His eyes flashed over her small and exquisite face, and then fixed it on her waist for half a second before he moved away.

"Su Su..." Xiao and an took Yu Sheng's finger and shook it gently.

Yu Sheng looked at his pitiful little appearance. He couldn't help being soft hearted and quickly responded.

Yu Sheng gave Xiao and Ansheng half a bowl of porridge, and put some green vegetables on the small plate in front of him: "eat quickly."

Xiao and an ate very sweet. Yu Sheng helped him fill soup and vegetables from time to time. The little guy was especially supportive and ate the food on his plate cleanly.

Xiao dingxun never spoke again, but drank the soup in the bowl in silence.

When Xiao and an were full, Xiao dingxun also put down his bowl. He looked at Yu Sheng and said slowly, "Miss Su, did you learn all your cooking from your grandmother?"

Yu Sheng nodded: "later, he thought of some new ones himself."

"Miss Su, have you really been living abroad?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Yu Sheng raised his eyes and looked at Xiao dingxun. His eyes were calm and slightly surprised: "Mr. Xiao, you have asked me these questions once..."

"I just feel as like as two peas". Xiao Dingxun pointed to the soup and porridge in front of him: "you made these foods very much like the ones I used to do in my family, even the taste is almost the same."

Yu Sheng sipped his lips and asked tentatively, "is it your cook?"

Xiao dingxun shook his head slightly, "not really. She was a servant brought by my wife's family. She didn't work in the kitchen at first. Because of her good workmanship, I like her cooking, so later, she stayed in the kitchen."

"Is she still working at your home?"

Xiao dingxun slowly raised his eyes and looked at Yu Sheng. His eyes were calm and his tone was calm: "no, she died unexpectedly four years ago."

"What a pity..." Yu Sheng whispered softly, but the bottom of his heart was as painful as acupuncture.

"That's why I just ate the food you made. I'm really surprised. After ah Sheng died, no one can make food with the same taste..."

"Ah Sheng?"

"Yes, her name also has a Sheng character."

"What a coincidence..."

"I think it's a coincidence, too."

As soon as Xiao dingxun's voice fell, song Qiao came over: "Miss Su, director Chen is going to start shooting..."

"I'll be right there."

Yu Sheng hurriedly got up and comforted the reluctant Xiao and an. Then he hurried to the studio.

"Miss Su dressed up very young today, like a schoolgirl..."

Song Qiao joked casually. Xiao and an suddenly raised their eyes to song Qiao. Their small face was slightly heavy and their eyes were sharp. They were a reduced version of Xiao dingxun.

Song Qiao was startled: "young master, why are you looking at me like this..."

Xiao and Anli ignored him and walked out with their little hands on their backs.

Xiao dingxun couldn't help but hook his lips and slowly followed up.

Song Qiao was confused. What he said just now was wrong. Why did the young master look at him so strangely, as if he were an unforgivable villain

Xiao dingxun takes Xiao and an to a nearby shopping mall. Xiao and an pick out some clothes and skirts. Finally, Xiao dingxun selects three of them.

One is Tianshui blue dress, which can be worn for daily or slightly formal occasions.

One is a sleeveless moon white cotton and linen coat, with a waist tied blue and white dress below. It is a classic style of a national brand that has recently become famous. Xiao dingxun thought it was particularly suitable for her at the first sight.