"what is it?"
Song Xi leaned over curiously to take a look. Mo Sen quickly turned off his phone and said calmly, "Nothing, just a spam message."
Song Xi curled her lips: "Tsk, if you don't want to watch it, then don't watch it."
Night falls.
Song Xi's stomach was rumbling.
Because her mother was angry in the morning, she didn't dare to eat much. When she came back, she was busy filling out forms and typing, so she was delayed in eating.
This delay lasted until 6:30 in the evening.
After she finished typing and closed the computer, she found that Mossen was gone.
Song Xi frowned, put down the computer, stood up, and searched the small apartment inside and out, but there was no sign of him.
Her face turned ugly in an instant and she stood in the living room in a daze.
Where did he go? Why did he suddenly disappear again
Could it be that after not seeing each other for several years
Just as she was daydreaming, the doorknob suddenly turned and a familiar figure walked in from outside.
Song Xi looked at him blankly, then suddenly ran over.
Mossen was carrying bags of vegetables in his hands when suddenly someone jumped into his arms.
Sensing that something was wrong with her mood, Mossen let her hold him and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Song Xi buried her head in his chest and said in a muffled voice: "I thought you were gone again."
Mossen smiled faintly: "No, I won't leave again."
Song Xi's voice sounded a little hoarse: "If you leave again, I can't guarantee that I still have the perseverance to wait for you for several more years."
Hearing this, Mossen's expression suddenly became complicated.
He never thought that Song Xi had been waiting for him to come back these years.
"I'm not leaving. I'm not going anywhere. I'm just staying in your little apartment. Are you satisfied with that?"
Song Xi couldn't help laughing, let him go, and glared at him: "Who asked you to blame me?"
Seeing that she was in a better mood, Mosen raised the pocket in his hand and said, "You must be hungry. I'll go cook."
Only then did Song Xi see the vegetables in his hands.
"Your left arm hasn't healed yet, so you can't carry anything. Also, I'll cook the meal. It won't be good if it affects your wound later."
Song Xi hurriedly tried to take the dish from him, but Mo Sen dodged her and said, "This dish isn't heavy. I'm not as delicate as you women."
As he said this, he went into the kitchen.
Song Xi followed in immediately.
"I'll cook. It's inconvenient for you to cook."
Mossen pushed her out: "One hand is enough."
Song Xi couldn't persuade him and could only go with him.
About an hour later, dinner was ready.
Song Xi was surprised when she saw the exquisite dishes on the small coffee table that looked like ornaments.
And it smells so good, too.
Song Xi's appetite was immediately aroused.
In the past, Mossen would cook for her, but the taste was just so-so. I wonder if his cooking skills have improved after so much time.
She couldn't wait to grab the chopsticks and take a bite, and her taste buds were immediately conquered.
This is so delicious! His cooking skills are many times better than before.
It seems that he has practiced cooking a lot in the past few years.
Song Xi would never have thought that Mo Sen specially hired a chef and learned cooking skills from him.
Of course, it's all for her.
"Mossen, it's super delicious!" she said, and couldn't help but stuff the food into her mouth.
Although the food he cooked was delicious, she didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that the taste was very familiar.
It was as if she had eaten it somewhere before.
Song Xi racked her brains for a long time before she remembered that the taste of this dish was very similar to the taste of the private dish takeout that Huahua editor had ordered for her.