When the emperor was eating, Zhou Yue happily rubbed to the table. "Yeah, clam soup! Wow, and Jinsha pumpkin?! Wow, and pan-seared salmon! It's so hearty! Sister An Yi, these are all my brother's favorite dishes!"
Song Anyi was embarrassed. "Uh, it's all ingredients that are ready-made in the refrigerator. I'm just messing around with it. It must not be as good as Auntie Li's craftsmanship."
Zhou Yue couldn't help but squeezed the Jinsha pumpkin with her hand and put it into her mouth, squinting her eyes contentedly. "Sister An Yi is too polite, um um, it's delicious~~"
This is the truth, although sister An Yi's dim sum craftsmanship is somewhat unsatisfactory, and the herbal tea occasionally tastes very strange, but the home-cooked dishes are very good, and they can serve as a treat for guests.
Zhou Mo slapped his sister's head with a palm. "Steal eating without washing your hands?"
Zhou Yue rubbed her head and ran to wash her hands. "Ah, just wash your hands, it hurts..."
As soon as she left, the hero and heroine were left alone with big eyes and small eyes—
Help me, Anyi.
As long as she saw Professor Zhou's face, Song Anyi thought of Wei Shu's full expectations, which made her nervous until her scalp tingled.
"Uh... I... have a stir-fried spinach, ready soon."
She turned and rushed back to the kitchen.
The dining room and kitchen are open spaces, and there is actually nowhere to hide. Song Anyi is thinking about how to speak while cooking. In the end, she could only be angry with herself for agreeing to Wei Shu's request. This kind of useless feeling of asking someone for something is really uncomfortable. Besides, with Professor Zhou's personality, Bao Zhun would be disgusted by what she mentioned...
Zhou Mo crossed his arms around his chest and leaned against the dining table, studying the busy Miss Song.
Her height should be more than one hundred and seventeen, and she is slender.
She has long, wavy hair, which she usually wears tightly around her head or in a ponytail at work.
She will wear fixed work clothes, light makeup, and neat manners, hoping to show the members of "efficiency" a spirited appearance.
She is very pretty.
Maybe European kitchen utensils can find her to shoot advertisements, which should have good results.
Zhou Mo poured himself a glass of water and sipped it lightly, his eyes never leaving.
After leaving the emergency room that day, he thought that Miss Song would not be able to accept his honest elaboration. With her personality, it might be possible in a few days, and he would be surprised to see her car at such a time. .
It wasn't rice balls or any afternoon tea snacks. Miss Song prepared a table of dishes, but the shrinking and helpless expression in her eyes and face was very mysterious. She was always confident and free and easy, which was an expression Miss Song had never had before. Zhou Mo found that her surprise at this delicious table began to diminish as she sensed her emotions.
The fried spinach was served, and the two brothers and sisters of the Zhou family were seated.
"Sister An Yi sit down, I've prepared food for you, you sit here!" Zhou Yue greeted warmly.
Song Anyi took off her apron. The high-end European-style kitchen utensils in Professor Zhou's house were very efficient. Even after cooking a table of dishes, she didn't get any oily smoke on her body.
She sat down, Zhou Yue sat on her right hand side, and Professor Zhou sat directly in front of her.
Zhou Yue hurriedly moved his chopsticks to eat, forgetting all the house rules of eating without speaking—
"Sister An Yi, how did you fry this Jinsha pumpkin? How can it be so dense and not too soft? It's so delicious, can Sister An Yi fry pumpkin rice noodles? I have one who lives in Hsinchu My good friend, she has a kind of gourd at home, her gourd is delicious, I'll go get two and bring it back to you!
"And this, oh my god, this sweet and sour pork ribs - ummmmm, it's really delicious! Brother, are you right? Isn't it delicious?"
"It's not bad. The ribs are fried just right. Miss Song's home-cooked dishes are impressive."
Zhou Mo deliberately praised, Song Anyi only responded with a shallow smile.
Zhou Mo's clear eyes swept over.
Miss Song is a person who likes to be praised. In the past, even if he ate a few more pieces of snacks, she could be proud and proud for a long time, but the praise from today's good dishes made Miss Song very quiet. This is indeed true. Intriguing.
Although the atmosphere on the table was a bit warm under Zhou Yue's presence, in fact, the dark tide was surging, making Zhou Yue sweat in cold sweat, and the jokes that made the scene liven up were thrown out one after another, and she wondered what happened in her heart
Song Anyi was tense, she didn't speak much, and her smile was even more reluctant.
Zhou Mo, however, always had a playful and rare smile on his face.
When the dinner was over, Zhou Mo directly ordered: "Zhou Yue, pack up and make tea."
Zhou Yue doesn't need to think about it to know that this time is quiet and obedient, don't mistake the small smile on his eldest brother's face for nothing, those unsmiling eyes declare that this is the tranquility before the storm!
But she really didn't understand. It's a beautiful thing that An Yi's sister made a table of dishes. Why is it so strange that An Yi's sister and elder brother are also following
After the two girls quickly cleaned up, they brewed a pot of high mountain tea with a strong aroma of tea. Zhou Yue poured the tea and washed the dishes. Although she was full of curiosity, she could only go to the study to sort out the contract.
Before she left, she did not forget to call home to tip off the news. "Mom, I won't go home for dinner. I'm full at my eldest brother's house. Today's dinner is prepared by Sister An Yi. Mom, you don't even know how delicious the Jinsha pumpkin made by Sister An Yi is. I really want to eat pumpkin rice noodles!"
Zhou Yue closed the study door, and the room was quiet again, but there was a strange atmosphere in the air.
Zhou Mo was the first to speak. "Zhou Yue likes your home-cooked food very much."
Song Anyi clasped her hands tightly on her thighs. "Thank you, just like it."
"It's surprising that Miss Song can cook well."
"It's really nothing."
Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows. "Miss Song's rare courtesy also surprised me."
Song Anyi took a deep breath, the current atmosphere made her feel suffocated, and she cleared her throat. "Professor Zhou is looking for me?"
Zhou Mo took a sip of tea, then put down the teacup, his low voice was lazy. "It should be said that Miss Song has something to tell me?"
Song Anyi was speechless, a little helpless and a little irritable. Indeed, today's great effort is nothing more than for Wei Shu.
She no longer escaped, and chose to speak out about Wei Shu's entrustment. "Professor Zhou, do you remember the person you met in front of the hospital last Friday - Xie Weishu?"