Jiang Xingzhou didn't let Song Ci cook for the past two days, and he didn't even want her to type, so Song Ci secretly wrote several thousand words on her mobile phone.
Jiang Xingzhou was experiencing this for the first time, so he made a fuss about it, but the feeling of having someone making a fuss about him made Song Ci feel warm in his heart, and he enjoyed it silently.
By Tuesday, she had almost recovered and Jiang Xingzhou had agreed to let her use the computer to write, but that was all.
Song Ci frowned and burrowed into his arms, begging for herself coquettishly: "Let's not order takeout today. We've been eating takeout for two days. Can I cook for myself today?"
Jiang Xingzhou didn't let her cook these past two days. He brought some breakfast back from running, and ordered takeout for lunch and dinner.
It has been a long time since the two of them had eaten takeout for so many consecutive meals.
Jiang Xingzhou pulled her into his arms, patted her back and thought silently. After a while, he made an important decision.
"I'll do it."
Song Ci looked up and looked at him in shock.
Jiang Xingzhou stiffened his neck and left no room for retreat: "I can, I'll cook, you just wait and eat."
Adhering to the principle of having confidence in Jiang Xingzhou and encouraging Jiang Xingzhou, Song Ci compromised: "Okay then."
But she was still a little worried about letting Jiang Xingzhou do it alone, so she tried again: "Can I watch from the side?"
"Sure." That's fine. "If I do something wrong, you can remind me and teach me."
After all, it was their lunch, and he didn't want to cook it too badly so that the two of them couldn't have lunch.
Song Ci was satisfied then. She nodded with a smile and raised her head to bite his chin.
Such gentle pecks have been done many times in the past two days, so much so that Song Ci will now take the initiative to kiss like this.
Jiang Xingzhou patted Song Ci's head with relief, then bent down and kissed her forehead.
The only regret is that they only stopped there and have never had a proper deep kiss.
But Jiang Xingzhou was not in a hurry at all. He thought that when the atmosphere was right, what was supposed to happen would eventually happen.
What he should be most concerned about right now is his lunch, how to choose a meal that is easy to make and looks delicious.
While Song Ci was typing, Jiang Xingzhou browsed through the food section. After a while, he suddenly came across a video of beef and shrimp rolls.
The author explained the various steps and amounts of ingredients clearly, and Jiang Xingzhou felt confident, so he downloaded the video and looked through it in the refrigerator.
There are not enough ingredients, so I have to go to the supermarket to buy some first.
His name is Song Ci: "Song Song, can we have this for lunch today?"
Song Ci watched the entire video in the same position as he handed it to her. After watching it, she said rationally, "We don't have any frozen tomatoes anymore."
"Eh? Is that so?"
He thought about it and it seemed to be true.
But maybe it would be okay to use more tomatoes
Thinking of this, he asked.
"Okay," Song Ci nodded, "Then shall we have this for lunch today?"
"Well, just eat this. I have to go to the supermarket now. Do you want to come with me?"
"Okay, I'll choose." Song Ci sat up excitedly.
So the two of them packed up their things and drove their electric scooter to the supermarket.
Their goal was relatively clear. The main ingredients were bell rolls, beef and shrimp balls, which were available in supermarkets and they could get them easily.
"Let's buy a few more tomatoes. There should be only two left at home." Song Ci recalled with difficulty what she had done three days ago when she was cooking. It seemed that she had used up two tomatoes, and there were only two left in the bag.
Jiang Xingzhou had just seen it before he came, so he nodded and said, "Yes, I know. Then let's buy some more. Can we use three?"
"It's all right. Actually, two is fine. We just bought some for next time."
"Is that so? Fine then."
In this regard, Jiang Xingzhou listened to Song Ci very much and did whatever Song Ci told him to do. After all, Song Ci was the main chef in the family, and he was not even a half-baked chef, so he didn't have time to try it here.
Song Ci took him to buy a few more tomatoes, and the purchase of the main ingredients for this time was completed.
Song Ci suddenly remembered that he said last time that he wanted to eat fried starch sausage, so she pulled him to get a bag of starch sausage.
Jiang Xingzhou was puzzled: "Why buy this? Don't we have two at home?"
Song Ci put the starch sausage into the shopping cart, held Jiang Xingzhou's hand again, and said, "Didn't you want to eat fried food last time? I said I would make it for you, but I haven't been feeling well these past two days, and you didn't let me cook. I'll make it for you tomorrow."
Jiang Xingzhou was stunned for a moment. Song Ci actually still remembered it.
"How about today," he said, "I'll cook today and fry it for you."
"May I?"
"sure."
Song Ci was a little hesitant, and agreed that she would fry it for him...
"But this..."
"It's settled," Jiang Xingzhou decided, "I'll fry it for you, and I'll also make lunch for today."
"Thank you, Jiang Jiang~" Song Ci no longer refused.
She looked around quietly and found that everyone had something to do. She quickly stood on tiptoe and pecked Jiang Xingzhou on the mouth, then immediately separated and pretended to choose something while looking at the shelves.
Jiang Xingzhou touched his mouth, but because Song Ci's movements were too fast, he could only feel something soft pressing against him, and then nothing else.
Looking at the nervous Song Ci in front of him, Jiang Xingzhou smiled helplessly and pulled him to pay the bill: "Let's go, let's go home."
Song Ci: “.”
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It was not yet eleven o'clock when we got home. Jiang Xingzhou said, "Then let's fry the starch sausage first and make lunch later, okay?"
"Ah, starting now?" Song Ci was surprised.
"Um."
"That's fine," she nodded, and suddenly remembered, "Oh, by the way, the pot that the store sent last time can be used, and the shape is very good for frying things, and there will be no oil splashing everywhere. Wait for me to go find it."
Song Ci quickly got up from the sofa, ran to the kitchen, and looked for something in the cabinet.
Before they knew it, they had a lot of tableware at home and were becoming more and more like food bloggers.
However, many of them were sent by merchants to ask them to carry the goods, so they did not spend a lot of extra money, but instead made some money from carrying the goods.
Jiang Xingzhou discovered that food bloggers are indeed better at promoting products than people like him in the film and television field, and can earn more extra money.
Fortunately, he has a girlfriend.
At worst, I can just eat free food~
Jiang Xingzhou found himself amusing. If possible, he would certainly like to rely on himself to leave a better future for Song Ci.
Shaking his head, he followed her into the kitchen.
"Found it!" Song Ci's surprised voice came from the kitchen.