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At noon that day, Song Xi left the hospital and returned to Cuicheng Mountain Villa. George Sheng said that if all goes well, it will take three days, which means she will go to Yizhou for at least three days. She packed up a few sets of summer clothes, because she didn't know what would happen there. , so I brought two more dresses of different styles, thinking that no matter what the occasion, I would never grind my guns before the battle.

After everything was cleaned up, Song Xi sat by the bed, his stomach fluttered, accompanied by a clear grunt, and he looked at the time, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, if he was in the hospital, he would have finished his lunch for more than an hour, no wonder will be so hungry.

Go downstairs and come to the kitchen. The flowers on the kitchen table have changed from lilies to red roses. It can be seen that someone has come to clean up.

Song Xi opened the door of the refrigerator and looked inside. There were all kinds of big-name beers and beverages on the front. There was a bottle of LUCID, which was equivalent to the price of three bottles of Moutai, and a bottle of MIX, which was more than 700 RMB. It was said that a bottle was equal to 60 high-quality apples. ; The side is filled with Evian mineral water.

There is everything in this big villa, except that there is no water dispenser, because George Sheng only drinks bottled water, and he has to open it himself, as if someone is going to poison him.

Song Xi has been well-fed since she was a child, but compared with George Sheng, there is an inexplicable difference between the pirated version and the genuine one.

Closing the door of the refrigerator, Song Xi could not get full by drinking water. She searched for other places in the kitchen, but she found a small bag of flour. Seeing the flour, the first thing that popped into Song Xi's mind was pimples. Soup, she saw tomatoes and eggs in the refrigerator dedicated to vegetables, she can make a pot of pimple soup to eat.

This series of thoughts took shape in an instant, not controlled by Song Xi's personal will, but the joy of finding the food did not last for more than three seconds, because behind the only food she could cook and did well, it made her think of An unhappy person.

Thinking of that person, Song Xi suddenly didn't even want to eat.

The brain was stubborn, but the stomach was honest, and there was another cry of hunger. Song Xi was not a hungry person, he had to eat right away when he was hungry, otherwise hypoglycemia would come back soon.

Without further hesitation, she cut open the bag of flour and took out a slightly larger bowl. With the small stream of water from the faucet, she used chopsticks to stir the flour into small lumps. Judging by her technique, she didn’t look like someone who didn’t know how to do it. A cook, but in reality, this is the only thing she knows how to cook.

After all, she has done it countless times and was praised by others, so she keeps doing it more and more vigorously. Now, even if she has not done it for a few years, once she starts, all the steps seem to be imprinted in her mind.

After the pimples were mixed, Song Xi heated up the pot again, fried the persimmons, then added water, put the pimples in after the water boiled, put a poached egg in it after the water boiled again.

The pimple soup in the shabu-shabu pot is very simple, and even someone like her can make it. A bowl of red pimple soup is served, and a round white poached egg is placed on it. The serving is appetite, but Song Xi takes it Holding the chopsticks, he suddenly lost his appetite, and even his stomach subsided a lot.

For three years, she still couldn't face it calmly, and she couldn't even eat a bowl of pimple soup calmly.

Just as he was dazed, there was the sound of the door opening outside, Song Xi was taken aback, and went out of the kitchen to look.

George Sheng appeared at the gate. He was changing his shoes, followed by Yuan Bao, and the three of them met each other. Naturally, it was Song Xi who greeted him first, Why did you come back at this time?

George Sheng walked forward, sat down on the sofa, and said indifferently, Pack up your things.

Yuan Bao then walked in, gave Song Xi a slight nod, and then walked upstairs.

Song Xi didn't intend to have an awkward chat with him, and turned around to leave, when George Sheng suddenly asked, What did you buy?

Huh? Song Xi turned to look at him again.

George Sheng asked again: Have you bought anything to eat?

Song Xi paused for a moment, then said, Oh, no, I made some pimple soup.

George Sheng looked at Song Xi with strange but meaningful eyes. At first Song Xi was puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, but then thinking of the two dark dishes she made last night, George Sheng probably thought she was lying.

She quickly explained: I can only make pimple soup. You like sweet and sour things, so I don't know how to make them.

George Sheng didn't say anything, hearing is believing, seeing is believing, he got up and walked towards the kitchen, Song Xi followed behind him anxiously.

Entering the kitchen, the rich aroma became more obvious. George Sheng looked at the unmoving pimple soup on the dining table, and then glanced at the obviously used cutting board and pot. It seemed that it was really made at home.

Song Xi was not stupid, even George Sheng showed obvious interest, she couldn't say: Then I will eat first, you are busy.

She could only politely say, Have you eaten yet?

Sure enough, George Sheng said, No.

Song Xi said: I haven't touched this bowl yet, so you can eat it first if you don't mind it.

George Sheng said, No need.

Song Xi thought to himself, he was really afraid that she would take medicine, but George Sheng said again: You can make two more.

It was the tone of a customer entering the restaurant to order food, Song Xi couldn't help but look at George Sheng, and George Sheng also looked back at her calmly, Do more.

After speaking, he turned and left.

Poor Song Xi was still here last night and was rejected by him, and today she is being used as a cook again. She is just being polite, okay?

Facts have proved that what George Sheng said is good is good.

Yuan Bao quickly came downstairs with George Sheng's suitcase and saw George Sheng sitting at the dining room table smoking a cigarette, he said aloud: Brother Sheng, pack it up, you haven't eaten at noon, go have a meal first ?”

George Sheng raised his chin, indicating the direction of the kitchen, She's doing it.

Yuan Bao was quite surprised when he heard the words, but he quickly put down the suitcase and said, Then I'll go and see if I can help.

George Sheng didn't stop her, he didn't know if he was serious or joking and said, It doesn't matter if you help me or not, don't let her poison you.

Yuan Bao stood at the kitchen door and knocked on the door. Seeing Song Xi turning his head, he said politely but neither humble nor overbearing: Miss Song, is there anything I can do to help?

Song Xi didn't have any good or bad feelings towards Yuan Bao. In fact, she could understand George Sheng's bad attitude from time to time, so facing a person who asked for help at this time, she smiled and replied: No, This is very simple, and it will be done immediately.

George Sheng asked him to watch here, but Yuan Bao didn't dare to leave, so he kept a distance of several meters away from Song Xi, waiting.

Song Xi took two white porcelain bowls with a diameter larger than the palm of his hand, and filled one side with a large portion. The kitchen was full of sinful aromas that tempted the taste buds.

Yuan Bao went up to pick it up, Song Xi handed him a bowl, and he took it out to George Sheng.

When he came back again, Song Xi handed him the other bowl, Yuan Bao said: Your bowl is cold, put some hot ones in it, and give me that bowl.

Song Xi didn't expect him to say that. For a moment, he wasn't sure whether it was accident or emotion. He raised the corners of his lips and replied with a faint smile, It's okay, I'm not afraid of being cold.

While the two were talking, George Sheng's voice came from the direction of the dining room, Be polite for a while, no one needs to eat hot food.