Song Yunhui said as she put on her apron: "I'm really good down there."
Although he usually looks like the kind of guy who just eats and waits for death, he actually has a skill.
Before, I learned to try to make a longevity noodle for Zhong Xu’s birthday, but he took one look at it, didn’t eat it, and ran to pick up Song Zishu who was said to be lost.
Thinking about it now, he could only remain politely silent about this outrageous and ridiculous plot.
Today’s map software is very advanced, and real-time navigation is a good thing, but there are always people who like to return to basics.
The person who can accompany someone to return to nature, besides being stupid, is really willing to be stupid with them.
He should have seen it at this time, but his mind was not clear at that time. The past twenty years of life are now beginning to become vaguely blurred. He always feels that it is someone else's story and he is more like a spectator.
The emotions and feelings that were once so strong that they were almost suffocating are no longer felt too much.
Song Yunhui wasn't sure whether this was due to a change in the plot or if he had indeed changed. He didn't care and didn't want to delve into it.
Thinking about it now, I just feel lucky that I have learned a little and I still have something to do for Qin Shu.
His agent just sent him a message, and he lowered his head to reply, occasionally looking up at Song Yunhui who was still busy in the kitchen. Time passed unexpectedly quickly.
The noodles look delicious and taste good. It's been quite cold today, so they're just the right thing to warm up your stomach.
Song Yunhui immediately agreed, with a straight face, and nodded vigorously, "I think so too."
After getting the definite answer, he turned around to process the noodles again, his back still revealing the indifference and pride that only belonged to a veteran.
Take another look.
For Song Yunhui, who usually has two normal meals for three meals, to be able to prepare two bowls like this, it must be the full use of the refrigerator.
"… "
Qin Shu then sat down obediently. The tall, long-legged man with a cold face sat there properly, and Master Song was completely satisfied.
[I don't believe it unless you give it to me]
Song Yun smiled back.
Perhaps due to his usual activeness comparable to that of a cyber army, netizens who follow him have also become accustomed to his high-frequency appearance, and rushed to the scene immediately after seeing the prompt.
[There is also a bowl edge in the upper right corner. Is Mr. Dan cooking for his friends today? ]
Today it’s the tough Master Song.
Qin Shu silently drank a glass of water to fill his stomach. Anyway, something was better than nothing.
Qin Shu also took a rare photo.
The two sat down next to each other on the sofa. Song Yunhui opened his eyes excitedly and solemnly announced to the world that he had cooked delicious noodles today.
Master Song turned around and asked:
Then glanced again.
All his mental activities are reflected on his face, and you can understand it with a little understanding:
Damn, the bowl discovered it.
Song Yunhui was very satisfied with his results. He took out his mobile phone to take two pictures, then put it down with satisfaction.
The lights in the kitchen were also warm yellow. Song Yunhui felt that it was not bright enough, so she turned on all the lights. The kitchen instantly became much brighter, illuminating her beautiful eyes and eyebrows.
A moment’s silence.
[AAA Tea Wholesale Egg Boss: I cooked noodles today, and Qin Shu said they were delicious after eating them [Like] [Picture]]
Qin Shu stood up and said, "Let me do it."
Song Yun nodded: "We have to commemorate it well."
Feeling warm in his stomach, Song Yunhui's expression became more relaxed, and his eyes, which usually smiled, looked even brighter, making it impossible to look away.
When the noodles were served, the aroma wafted over.
Song Yunhui seemed to have already prepared the noodles and tried to bring the bowl over before the bowl reacted, but failed.
Song Yunhui looked up at him, Qin Shu understood what he meant and said, "This is to commemorate the first time you cooked for me."
There was fruit after dinner, so Song Yunhui moved to the living room and moved the oranges to the sofa.
After not seeing each other for quite a while, Orange mercifully rolled around in Qin Shu's arms a few times to express his welcome, then began to pull at his sleeves out of boredom, and finally lay down in his hat, curled up into a ball with his eyes squinted to take a short rest.
The dining table was not very big. Two people sat facing each other with two bowls of noodles facing each other, which looked quite nice.
It is a very simple small noodle with a signature golden fried egg on top, chopped green onions and coriander on top, and vegetable leaves underneath. It looks surprisingly good.
Qin Shu held the orange in his hand, glanced at the kitchen, and then looked away.
It's been so long that I have forgotten the specific details.
When I looked up after replying to two more messages, there was already an irresistible fragrance in my nose.
Song Yunhui did not brag this time, but at least his posture looked very professional, with the confidence and calmness of a master.
[Fake, rumor debunked, Qin Shu is having dinner with me tonight [Mesmerizing.jpg]]
“Should the noodles be put into the pot with cold water or hot water?”
Qin Shu said, "Put the hot water in the pot."
Song Yun turned back, refused, and said, "Sit down."
[So no matter who cooked, these two people got to eat, but I was like a dog on the street, getting kicked every day for no reason QAQ]
[Qin Shu: I never said that]
[Hahaha, is Mr. Dan also a fan of Qin Shu? ]
[It looks delicious, Mr. Egg, marry me!]
After Song Yun replied to Big Eyes, he didn’t read it again.
He was admiring Qin Shu's photo album.
There are a lot of things in Qin Shu's photo album, but there are only a few photos, so it looks empty.
Song Yunhui discovered that the first photo in Qin Shu's photo collection was the one he took of him when they went shopping before.
It’s pretty good looking.
He opened his eyes, shook hands with Qin Shu, and said, "It's an honor." Qin Shu had completely understood Song Yunhui's thinking mode and replied, "My honor."
The latest one is the one I just took.
Song Yunhui was surprised, "It looks better than mine."
After that, he still politely watched Big Eyes freeze online.
Song Yunhui reached out to take an orange and peeled it slowly. Just as he took a bite, his cell phone beeped.
He was familiar with this voice; it was the sound of new developments from the blogger he followed.
He stuffed the peeled orange into Qin Shu's hand and picked up his cell phone.
[Qin Shu V: Very delicious [Like][Picture]]
Song Yunhui couldn't help but laughed out loud.
It was a very short sentence, but he could probably imagine how hard it was for the person sitting next to him to find a like among all the little expressions.
He gave a thumbs up to actor Qin Qin for his hard work.
[? ? ? If your account is hacked, post another one!]
[Just came out from Mr. Dan, I didn’t expect to be hit again here]
[Who is the egg?]
[Two bowls! Who! Who is it! Mr. Qin has a girlfriend? ]
[Don't panic, it's a friend, Mr. Egg next door]
[Not panic, but relief. I thought Mr. Qin would always be single [Old mother in tears.jpg]]
[I finally remembered why I followed Mr. Dan. I had completely forgotten that he and Mr. Qin followed each other.]
[(A new unpopular CP has appeared)]
[Wow, I want to eat too, balls, food, I’m hungry]
Song Yun looked back for a long time and finally realized that Mr. Qin was the nickname Qin Shu's fans gave him.
He thought about it briefly and found that he didn't seem to have many fans, let alone nicknames, so he gave up.
It must be because of Qin Shu’s big eyes. In such a short period of time, the number of likes for his originally ordinary daily sharing suddenly increased sharply, and his phone kept ringing.
After turning off the background notification sound, the world finally became quiet.
After chatting for a while, seeing that it was getting late, Song Yunhui stuffed a few more oranges into Qin Shu's hands and sent him out the door.
After closing the door, Song Yunhui walked to the bedroom door and stopped again.
I'm still very energetic and don't want to sleep at all.
Returning to the living room and slowly sinking into the sofa, he picked up his cell phone to see if there were any fun places in the nearby city.
As soon as I opened a travel app, I received several messages on WeChat.
The first thing he read was the message from Qin Shu.
He asked him if he wanted to go out for a walk tomorrow, as there were many tourist attractions in the next city.
This didn't touch his heart.
Song Yunhui agreed immediately. The two chatted for a while, and it ended with Chengzi waking up and making a fuss.
After chatting with Qin Shu, Song Yunhui exited and checked other unread messages.
It was Bai Linhua, who said he was in City B now and asked him if he had time to meet tomorrow if he was nearby, as there were some things that needed to be discussed.
Song Yunhui refused, saying that City B was too far away and he couldn't go there.
They had collaborated several times before, and communication via WeChat and phone was smooth, without the need to do anything extra.
After typing the last word, he seemed to finally remember something. He went back to take a look at the location Bai Linhua sent the message, switched the chat box and checked the place Qin Shu mentioned.
"… "
It's actually the same city, how can I say it's a coincidence.
But it was not a big problem. The city was so big, they didn't know each other, and it was impossible for them to bump into each other.
Bai Linhua expressed regret.
End of conversation.
After looking at the time and thinking about the time to get up tomorrow, Song Yunhui finally gave up the idea of playing games and chose to go to bed.
A dreamless night.
Early the next morning, when the alarm clock rang, Song Yunhui reached out and slapped it away without any hesitation.
The room is full of sunshine.
The man on the deathbed suddenly sat up in shock from his dying illness.
He casually put on an undershirt, got up, brushed his teeth and washed up, then put on his coat.
The hand that was about to pick up the coat he usually wore stopped, then turned around and took down the pink sweatshirt.
When he went out, Qin Shu was already waiting.
He was standing next to the car, tall and long-legged, dressed almost the same as usual, the only difference was the clothes he was wearing.
The pink sweatshirt is loose and matches his everlasting icy face very well.
Pink and cool guys really go well together.
Song Yunhui trotted over, raised his head with a smile, and asked, "Handsome guy, can we go out and play together?"
Those light-colored pupils looked even more dazzling in the sunlight.
Qin Shu opened the car door and said, "Yes, please."
(End of this chapter)