Life With You

George Sheng, who was sitting on his right, suddenly said, I'm not full.

Song Xi raised his head and looked at George Sheng. The delicate little bowl in front of him was empty.

Without changing his expression, Song Xi said: No more.

George Sheng's face didn't turn red, his heart didn't beat. He opened his thin lips and said lukewarmly: Make another one.

Song Xi stared straight at George Sheng's face, sneering in his heart, but there was no sarcasm on his face.

George Sheng looked back at her calmly. He could guess what she was thinking, so he said jokingly at this moment: You are indeed not my nanny. After all, the nanny only needs to pay her salary. You are not short of money, but you have something to ask for from me. , I tend to hold grudges, so maybe it won’t happen now, but I can’t guarantee that when you ask me for something in the future, I won’t think of tonight.”

Song Xi was confused, with ten thousand bold question marks in her heart, George Sheng... was this threatening her? Naked?

George Sheng was almost amused by Song Xi's expression. He really wanted to reply to her, yes, I am threatening you because of a bowl of pimple soup.

After a full five seconds, Song Xi blinked her thick eyelashes and looked away belatedly.

Without saying a word, she got up and walked to the place where she was standing. George Sheng looked at her back, a smile quickly flashed in his eyes. Look, she didn't have any future.

This time Song Xi really had the idea of ​​poisoning, but George Sheng sat on the kitchen chair and did not leave.

She didn't turn around, but she could feel a pair of eyes stuck behind her, watching her every move. Song Xi's initial shock, then anger, and now his gradual calmness, the whole process happened to be a time of reconciliation and preparation.

There were ten thousand regrets in her heart. If she had known that George Sheng was this kind of person, why would she act so fast? She is not the one who is suffering and embarrassed now.

George Sheng could sense from Song Xi's back that she was deeply resentful, and that she rarely felt funny in her heart. He was not disgusted by her deliberate revenge. Maybe the pimple soup she made was truly to his liking.

The kitchen was quiet except for the slight sound of her preparing ingredients. Song Xi never looked back. When the pimple soup was almost ready, she bent over and took out a large bowl of soup from the cupboard. This bowl How to describe it... George Sheng felt that she would take it out to feed the pigs in the next second.

That's right, Song Xi has such a temper, even if he doesn't say anything on his lips, he still holds grudges in his heart.

The big bowl was so heavy that it was difficult for her to hold it with one hand. She had to lift the pot and pour the pimple soup into the bowl. Holding the edge of the big bowl with both hands, Song Xi finally turned around.

A large bowl...a large bowl of steaming and fragrant pimple soup was slowly placed in front of George Sheng. George Sheng lowered his eyelids and looked at the two bowls in front of him, one large and one small. He inexplicably thought of his little baby in his heart. At that time, Qiao Dingxiang once said: The brave will be starved to death, and the timid will be starved to death.

From whom did Song Xi learn how to feed cats and pigs?

Song Xi was angry at first, but when she saw two bowls, one large and one small, placed side by side, she was inexplicably made to laugh, and she had to hold it back.

She thought George Sheng would say something, after all, he was a 'cobra', but George Sheng just picked up the spoon in the small bowl, faced the ocean-like pimple soup, and ate it slowly.

Song Xi was surprised, was he hungry or blind?

He didn't speak, so she had no choice but to go back to her original position. Looking at the bowl in front of her at this time, it could only be said that it was nothing compared to George Sheng's.

After ten minutes of delay, the pimple soup in Song Xi's bowl had cooled down a bit. She was silent and seemed to behave elegantly, but in fact she ate a lot with every spoonful. She wanted to finish it quickly and leave, but she didn't want to follow George. Sheng sits together.

In the midst of peace, George Sheng's voice suddenly came, I've written it down.

Song Xigang had just taken the last bite. When he heard this, he suddenly raised his head, only to see George Sheng lowering his eyes slightly, with the usual joy and anger on his handsome face.

Just as Song Xi was about to question what he meant, George Sheng spoke again and said meaningfully: I will treat your family members the same way you treat me.

He almost named Song Yuanqing, but Song Xi was not a fool. It was almost a conditioned reflex. She swallowed the last bite of food in her mouth, looked at George Sheng nervously and said, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it. full.

George Sheng replied without raising his head: I know, that's why I remember your affection. It's still such a big affection.

Song Xipin understood the implication of George Sheng's words and thought that this time the game was too big. If he really tried to trip up Song Yuanqing, what would she do?

Thinking of this, Song Xi's heart beat like a drum, but she said with an extremely pious expression: It doesn't matter. If you don't finish eating, leave it here and I'll clean it up.

George Sheng picked up the spoon, took a bite, and then said, I don't like waste.

fart!

Song Xi didn't even think about it and cursed in his heart. He didn't like waste? Just when she saw that he wasted things because of his pickiness, there were not ten but five tables. How could he have the nerve to say that? Where is the face?

With a smile on his face, Song Xi looked at the subtle expression on George Sheng's face without any trace, and said like a third grandson: Then I won't throw it away, I will take it to the hospital to eat tomorrow.

George Sheng raised his eyelids, looked at Song Xi and said, Can this thing wait until tomorrow?

The two people looked at each other, and for a moment they saw each other's true thoughts. Not to mention the acting problem, just speaking of the disgusting conversation between the two, they knew it was fake, but the conductor had to be tough if he didn't shout. The scalp moves downward.

Song Xi only hated herself for giving someone else a hand. She looked at George Sheng with her big beautiful eyes without blinking. Time stood still for a few seconds. Her expression remained unchanged and she replied with a smile: Give me some.

She took the initiative to hand over her bowl, smiling on her face and cursing in her heart.

George Sheng picked up the soup spoon placed aside and decisively put one-third of the pimple soup in Dahai's bowl into Song Xi's bowl. It was not that he cared about the fragrance, but that Song Xi's bowl was already full and could not hold half a spoon more. .

The corners of his lips curled up slightly. It was rare for George Sheng to smile at Song Xi when there were no outsiders, but it was the expression of a poisonous snake when he was spitting out a letter.

There was less indifference in his tone, but more teasing. George Sheng said in a low and melodious voice: I will share as much as you can with me now when you need my help in the future.

Song Xi was already scolding her in her heart, but she could only remain calm on her face.

After that, for twenty minutes, there was no sound in the kitchen. Even the sound of eating could not be heard. After George Sheng had eaten, he sat on a chair and smoked while supervising. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Xi, who had just eaten a full meal. Bowl, I also ate most of the second bowl.

He found it interesting, because no matter what she did, he could easily overwhelm her. Why couldn't she figure it out? No matter how high the kite flew, it always had to look at where the string puller was. He wanted her to go east. , is she capable of going west?