Life With You

Song Xi was called to the kitchen by George Sheng before half past eight. It was not until 11:45 at night that George Sheng appeared at the door of the kitchen for the second time. His black pupils glanced at the figure in front of the kitchen counter. Facing him, he was cooking something unknown with a spatula. There were already many plates on the table. When he took a look, he saw nine dishes and one soup.

Song Xi turned off the fire and took out the Coke chicken wings from the pot. The chicken wings were brown in color, much darker than ordinary Coke chicken wings. However, Song Xi was very satisfied. After all, the ones she made last time were charcoal black and mixed with other ingredients. Like arsenic.

Holding the plate, she brought it to her nose and smelled it. Well, that seemed to be the case. When she turned her head, she saw George Sheng standing at the door. She looked at him and said, I was about to call you, it's ready.

George Sheng stepped inside, but Song Xi still felt guilty. Ten dishes and one soup, God knows how she made it together.

George Sheng pulled out the chair and sat down. Song Xi held his breath and concentrated, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to mark the paper and report the score. However, George Sheng did not comment after sitting down, but opened his lips and said lightly: Let's make a bowl of noodles again.

Song Xi looked at George Sheng and asked, What kind of noodles?

George Sheng said: Dragon Beard Noodles.

Song Xi remembered that when she looked through the bag before, she did see a pack of dragon beard noodles in it. She had made ten dishes and one soup, but she still lacked this bowl of noodles? Rather than venting her anger with him, wondering why he was so crazy in the middle of the night, Song Xi reheated the pot without saying a word.

George Sheng sat aside and watched her skillfully wash a tomato, cut it into small pieces, pour oil into the pot, wait until the oil is hot, add garlic and persimmons, the persimmons will give off a sweet and sour taste when cooked in the pot. Finally, she poured some water into the pot... Wasn't this familiar step just like putting lumps in it?

However, he didn't eat pimple soup today. After the water boiled, Song Xi put two strands of dragon's whisker noodles into it.

The whole process took only ten minutes. George Sheng watched her turn off the fire and get the dishes and chopsticks. He glanced at his watch without any trace, and it happened to be twelve o'clock at night.

While Song Xi was serving noodles, George Sheng said, Let's eat together.

Song Xi turned to look at him, with a bit of suspicion in her eyes. George Sheng said without changing her expression: I'm afraid you'll poison her.

Song Xi resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him, turned her head silently, and turned it up hard.

She even added poison. She was so busy these past few hours that she hit the back of her head with her feet and even forgot where she put the poison.

But having said that, Song Xi was not hungry originally, but after struggling for so long, his stomach was empty.

A large bowl was served for George Sheng, and a small bowl for herself. The two of them ate in silence, one as host and the other as guest.

During the process, Song Xi almost couldn't help but ask, why did she suddenly ask her to cook on a whim? The key thing is that what she kept glancing at from the corner of her eye was that except for the noodles in the bowl, George Sheng had never touched anything else.

I'm angry. Isn't this a deliberate attempt to tease her? One look at him showed that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and was too busy.

Picking up the chopsticks and picking up a Coke chicken wing, Song Xi put it to her mouth and took a tentative bite. Well, it tasted good. Her first reaction was to show off to George Sheng and said loudly: Try it, it's delicious. .”

George Sheng didn't look at her like she was lying. He took one of the noodles for the first time. However, after taking a bite, he always felt that the taste was a little strange. It wasn't the taste, but... he looked down and saw that there was still something in the middle of the chicken wings. Pink, not ripe!

There was still half a piece in his mouth, neither swallowing nor spitting out. The expression on George Sheng's face was wonderful. With just one look, he perfectly explained what the calm before the storm is.

Song Xi really didn't know that the chicken wings were undercooked. Seeing this, she almost panicked and took out two tissues and handed them to George Sheng.

George Sheng didn't throw up after all, so he put half of the chicken wings in the chopsticks back on the plate. He glanced at Song Xi's face with his fox eyes and said expressionlessly: Are you trying to punish me?

Song Xi straightened his back and denied repeatedly, No, I don't know if it's cooked.

George Sheng said with a face: After finishing the noodles, I will take this matter seriously.

Song Xi lowered her eyes and ate the noodles in aggrieved manner. Although she felt uncomfortable in her heart, she was still glad that he didn't let her finish the chicken wings.

There was a table full of dark food, and both of them were afraid not to touch it. Song Xi quickly finished a small bowl of noodles. From the corner of her eye, she saw that George Sheng had also finished his meal. She took the initiative and said, If you're not good at cooking, you can't eat these things. , I fell down.

George Sheng said lukewarmly: Your level is not worthy of cooking skills.

Song Xi murmured in his heart, Don't let me do it even though I know this is the result.

Just as he was thinking about it, he said aloud: Go up, the kitchen is not suitable for you, you can overcome it.

His tongue was almost painted red, and his venomous words made his intestines ache. Originally, Song Xi was quite grateful to him for letting Qixi and Coke go, but now that he saw...hum, it's hard to change one's nature.

He stood up and walked out. Before leaving, he raised his hand and turned off the kitchen light, making it clear that he was chasing people away. Song Xi endured his temper and came out of the kitchen. He picked up the Coke and Qixi on the carpet in the living room, holding one under his arm and kicked them up. Went upstairs.

Back in the room, Song Xi put down the cat and curled his lips in anger, cursing him for the first time that he would not be able to find his wife in the future.

Stepping inside, Song Xi just reached the bed when the phone on the bed happened to light up. Song Xi picked it up and saw that it was Han Chunmeng calling.

Turning on the connect button, Song Xi said in her usual tone, Da Meng Meng.

Han Chunmeng was anxious on the phone, Where have you gone?

When Song Xi heard that she was unhappy, he replied truthfully: I was not in the room just now, and my phone was not with me. What's wrong?

Han Chunmeng said anxiously: Dongxu and I almost blew up our phones. We thought you had been robbed.

Song Xi smiled carelessly: Who robbed me for what? I have no money and no power now.

Han Chunmeng said: Sister, today is your birthday!

Song Xi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost half past twelve at night.

I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me. Song Xi said with a smile.

Han Chunmeng scolded her, and then said: Come out quickly, Dongxu and I are waiting for you at home.

Song Xi said: Now?

Han Chunmeng said: Should we wait until next year?

Song Xi couldn't help but laugh, and said with a chuckle: Okay, I'll come find you after I take a shower.

One of them cursed, the other carelessly, and finally hung up the phone. Song Xi looked at her phone and found that there were indeed thirty-eight missed calls, the earliest one at eleven o'clock, when she was cooking for George Sheng downstairs.

Thinking of George Sheng, Song Xi was very angry. Today was her birthday. Although she was no longer a little princess this year, he couldn't bully others in different ways on this day.

Thinking about the past and comparing it with the present, in the past, wherever she went, there were stars holding the moon, and everyone carried her and coaxed her; now she seeks shelter under the low eaves, holding it in every day, the tip of her nose is sore, and her eyes are a little warm, Song Xi Knowing that she would definitely cry if she continued like this, she quickly took a deep breath and tried to suppress the emotion.

Don't cry, your enemies will laugh, don't bow your head, your crown will fall off.