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Oil spots splashed on the back of Song Xi's hands, she gasped in pain, and stepped back more than three meters with the spatula in hand.

From such a distance, the pork ribs in the pot sizzled. She held the pot cover in her left hand to cover her face, and held the spatula in her right hand. She moved forward like a minesweeper.

Those who know it are stir-fried dishes, but those who don't know think that the National Fencing Team is competing.

The hood in the kitchen is silent, how noisy can cooking be? It's just that Song Xi was concentrating on himself, so he didn't notice that there was a person standing at the door of the kitchen.

George Sheng was dressed in black, making his face even more handsome like Satan. He had been standing here for a while, and of course Song Xi's various foolish appearances were also seen by her.

Before being approached by Song Yuanqing, he had also heard that Song Yuanqing had a favorite who was a doctor in the largest public hospital in Night City.

He took it for granted that Song Xi was able to enter the best hospital because of Song Yuanqing's relationship, until that day Song Xi accidentally said that she was about to graduate from college at the age of eighteen.

He admitted that he was a little surprised, thinking that she was not an embroidered pillow, but looking at it now... Hmph, I have never seen a woman like her.

Turning around to leave, George Sheng was afraid that the more he looked at it, the more he would get bored, so he simply went upstairs.

Song Xi stayed in the kitchen alone for two hours. The place was huge, the cups and plates were messed up, and she was covered in trauma. Having seen pig running, Song Xi knew that these were two unusual dishes.

Picking up the chopsticks, Song Xi dipped some sweet and sour pork ribs juice, put it on his tongue and licked it, his facial features wrinkled rapidly, oh my god, why is the sweet and sour pork ribs so bitter?

Song Xi's taste buds were greatly impacted, he looked left and right, saw the refrigerator, and ran over quickly.

The refrigerator door was opened, and the side door was lined with Evian mineral water. Song Xi grabbed a bottle and took several sips to dilute the bitter taste.

Walking back to the table again, Song Xi looked down at the plate of ancient pineapple meat, he really didn't dare to try it himself, secretly thinking to do it again? Or bite the bullet and wait for George Sheng to come back and feed him?

The latter did it after thinking about it for a while. If George Sheng loses his temper after eating, it is estimated that she will get dirty if she didn't say anything about it.

Picking up the plate, Song Xi was turning around to throw the things away, when suddenly a voice came from the door, Aren't you going to come out of it today?

Song Xi was not poisoned to death by the sweet and sour pork ribs she made, but was almost frightened to death by the sudden voice. She trembled all over, and almost dropped the plate in her hand. She looked at the source of the voice in horror, when When she saw George Sheng in black silk pajamas, she was in a dazed state for the first three to five seconds.

The two looked at each other, George Sheng showed impatience in his indifference, he went upstairs to take a shower and waited for her for an hour, but she still hadn't come out of the kitchen.

Song Xi realized later, and said a few words slowly: Are you back?

George Sheng held back his displeasure, and said in a cold tone, Come out.

Song Xi was still holding a dark dish in his hand, he was a little embarrassed and hesitant, I haven't finished it yet.

George Sheng said, Dogs won't eat anything you make.

He was not in a particularly mocking tone, but was calmly narrating a fact, but it was this almost calm tone that really pierced people's hearts.

Song Xi could feel his head swell, it must be the blood rushing to the top of his head.

Before she could answer, George Sheng had already said, I'll wait for you in the living room.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Song Xi in the kitchen alone, tears rushed to her eyes, but she immediately took a deep breath, trying to suppress the desire to cry.

She told herself, don't cry, there's nothing to cry about, what's wrong with this? You know, it's normal for people to be under the roof.

After putting down the plate, she took off her apron and washed her hands quickly to make sure her emotions had stabilized before walking towards the living room.

On the sofa in the living room, George Sheng was sitting there smoking a cigarette. When Song Xi passed by, he brought him a bottle of water and said, I just started learning how to cook today. I haven't done well, so I won't give it to you. You have something to go tomorrow, and I don't know when you will be free next time, but I really have one thing to ask you for your help.

George Sheng didn't speak, but didn't interrupt. Song Xi waited for him for a few seconds, but seeing that he didn't respond, she could only continue, Our hospital has successfully rescued a patient with congenital A poor child with heart disease, the operation was successful, and he is recovering well, our hospital hopes that if you have time and are willing, you can visit this patient in the hospital.”

Song Xi looked at the expression on George Sheng's face, but his face was blurred in the white smoke of the cigarette. She couldn't guess what he was thinking, so she simply told the truth: Our dean wants people to know that Haiwei paid for it. He has funded the hospital, and if you are convenient to help, he will allocate an additional one million to Xinwai, which can help more poor children with heart disease.

Song Xi couldn't say too many soft words. First of all, she had everything since she was a child, and there were only a handful of people and things she needed to beg for. Moreover, she didn't know what George Sheng was thinking. It was very likely that she was groveling. In the end, he was just dismissed if he didn't go.

The relationship between her and him has never been what one can ask for.

Song Xi said the matter, and the rest depends on what George Sheng means. During the waiting process, Song Xijue felt that those oily spots splashed on her skin before seemed to splash on her heart drop by drop. Feeling tormented, because of such a sentence, he consumed her for several days.

Don't you just want to establish a line with Haiwei, I will help you with this.

On the first floor of the brightly lit villa, George Sheng opened his mouth. Song Xi didn't dare to look at him before, but now that he spoke, she looked up at him and said, Really?

George Sheng proved with practical actions that he kept his word.

He picked up his mobile phone and made a call. Song Xi guessed that the caller must be from Haiwei, because George Sheng ordered, Go to Xiehe Xinwai tomorrow morning, on behalf of the company to visit the first patient who has completed surgery due to charitable donations.

With concise words, the phone was hung up, and George Sheng took one last puff of his cigarette and put the cigarette end in the ashtray on the table.

Song Xijue's surprise came too soon, beyond expectations. She raised the corners of her lips sincerely, nodded to George Sheng and said, Thank you, and thank you for those patients and their families.

George Sheng said very calmly: Giving roses to others will leave a lingering fragrance in your hands. Kind deeds are not limited to those of you who hold a scalpel.

Song Xi couldn't decide whether his words were modest or stinging, so he could only bite the bullet and squeeze out a three-point smile.

Thinking that the mission was over, Song Xi was planning to find a way out, but George Sheng suddenly looked at her and asked, What you said last time, were you serious or joking?