Rivals in Love [Quick Transmigration]

"You're really thoughtful." Song Li looked at the dishes on the table, and praised with chopsticks. Almost all the dishes on the table were his favorites. If it wasn't for his small appetite, he would have eaten them all. .

Zhou Yiwei asked people to make a lot of tricks, but the quantity was small, so it would not be wasted for two people to eat.

"Bringing you here is to take good care of your body." Zhou Yiwei asked someone to bring ice water. This summer resort has many green trees and unique terrain. It is not very hot, and it is accompanied by this table of refreshing and antipyretic dishes With ice water, it is simply the best match on a hot day.

Song Li nodded, took a sip of ice water, the mouth was extremely ice, and when it went into the lungs, it felt sweet and delicious. If it was just ice water, then the modern self-proclaimed natural spring water should be laid off.

"Sure enough, this is the way to live in hot weather." Song Li sighed. When he was in Yinanyuan, he wore thin clothes and the building was shady, so he didn't feel too hot, but after going out a few times, he felt this. different places.

The heat of summer is coming too fast, and summer has not yet arrived. If it weren't for Song Li's calm mind, he would have been unable to adapt to this change in weather, and the heat stroke would have to be changed to mid-spring.

"I will bring you here every year in the future. There is still a place to avoid the cold in autumn. I will take you there then." Zhou Yi took a chopstick of bean sprouts and put them in Song Li's bowl. , drink less and eat first."

"Why didn't I realize that this ice cube of yours has the potential to talk." Song Li put the bean sprouts in his mouth, and the cool fragrance hit the taste buds. Even ordinary bean sprouts tasted like a delicacy.

"Why do you say I'm an ice cube." Zhou Yi pulled back his sleeves slightly and picked up a piece of tender white tofu for him, as if the tofu would turn into tofu residue if he tried hard.

"You don't know?" Song Li looked at him really puzzled, "He keeps a straight face all day, only says a few words at a time, the air conditioner soars at every turn, and he has serious cleanliness."

"Me, keep a straight face?" Zhou Yiwei actually just felt that there was no need to be enthusiastic in front of people he didn't know. Since he was a child, the women who wandered around him all looked at him with eyes full of interest.

Ever since he learned martial arts, more men have come to slander him for not learning well, being crazy, as a son, he doesn't learn how to embroider like a man, he has to learn martial arts, then he feels that smiling is useless, it can only make people think that you are easy to bully, and you don't talk much But it is unnecessary, people you don't know don't need to talk, and people you know don't need to talk so much.

In short, Song Li is different. Although Zhou Yiwei doesn't know how much he treats Song Li, he knows that Song Li is different. Although they are all men, Song Li is still an official, but as long as he feels Well, that's different, that's to protect him in your hands and take care of him.

"Yes, with a straight face, it's like thousands of years of ice, which can only be pierced by a sharp sword." After eating the tofu, Song Li felt that it was extremely tender, smooth and tender.

"If I were ice, you would be a sharp sword." Zhou Yi said in a slightly concentrating voice, lowering his eyebrows for Song Li to hold another chopsticks of tender whitetail fish meat without thorns.

Song Li only felt fortunate that the tofu in his mouth was still eaten, otherwise he would have cured this deadly cleanliness.

"You can eat it yourself." Song Li picked up the tender fish meat and thought it was cute and plump. He looked at Zhou Yiwei's empty and clean small plate, and said a little embarrassedly.

Although Zhou Yiwei didn't tell him in advance what he was going to do here, he had nothing to lose after all, and he was much more comfortable, so the better Zhou Yiwei treated him, the less calm he would feel.

As the saying goes: Cannibals have soft mouths but short hands.

"Okay." Zhou Yi nodded slightly, seeing him eating fish obediently, with a smile in his eyes.

Song Li just ate the fish, and the taste almost overwhelmed his taste buds. It was so delicious that people were moved. In the last world, Yisi also prepared fish for him, but he always felt that the place was wrong, so it didn't taste the taste he wanted. .

"Where is this cook, I want to invite one back." Song Li babbled, not feeling that he was being rude, and looked at Zhou Yiwei with bright eyes.

Zhou Yiwei felt that he was like a kitten waiting to be suckled, just waiting to be fed to the fish nuggets.

"The cook is here." Zhou Yiwei's voice was full of joy.

"I know, it must be in the Summer Resort." Song Li added a piece of fish and ate it as if he was happy. He likes to eat fish by nature. If it wasn't for the local problems in the last world, he would have eaten enough. Even death is enough.

Zhou Yi coughed slightly, "I am the cook."

"What?" Song Li was almost stuck in the throat by the fish, or the kind of meat without thorns, Zhou Yiwei can cook?But Song Li thought about it again, in this world, men and women are reversed, maybe most men can cook.

It's just that people like Zhou Yiwei can't cook by themselves, Song Li glanced at him hesitantly, "You won't poison me, will you?"

"Maybe." Zhou Yi smiled and said with eyebrows raised.

"I really didn't expect it." Song Li looked at the dishes on the table, and they were really delicious. "Your noble general's son can cook by himself, which is really rare."

"I know a lot more, you can watch slowly." Zhou Yiwei's tone was flat.

Song Li looked at him, "No wonder Miss Mo chased after you and wanted to propose marriage to you, by the way, has she visited your house recently?"

Mo Bingyao?Zhou Yi looked at him slightly, "Do you like her?" Mo Bingyao had been pestering Song Li for more than a month, if it wasn't for the Queen's actions, Mo Bingyao might have gone too far.

Zhou Yiwei was fortunate that Song Li was an upright official, otherwise, when he thought of Song Li being touched by someone, Zhou Yiwei's heart was on fire for no reason, and he drank a sip of ice water before barely calming down.

"No, no, be free." Song Li shook his head, and picked up another piece of meat wrapped in spicy sauce, "What is this?"

Seeing Song Li change the subject, Zhou Yiwei knew that he would be offended if he continued to ask, so he also changed the subject, "This is a piece of meat in honey sauce."

"I'll try it." Song Li blew on the hot air on the piece of meat, and ate it in one bite. Song Li felt that his mouth and nose were steaming from the spicy taste. Song Li exhaled a few times, and ate the meat into his stomach.

"Very spicy?" Zhou Yi frowned slightly and handed it to Song Lishui. Annoyance flashed in his eyes. If he knew that he couldn't eat too spicy, he wouldn't make this dish.

Song Li took the water, took a quick sip, and the burning hot taste in his mouth dissipated a bit, "Spicy is hot, but it's delicious to eat."

The meals prepared in Yinanyuan were all bland, and even if they had some taste, they were only sweet or sour. Song Li really couldn't react for a while when he suddenly ate such spicy food.

It's just that he has never shown that he likes spicy food, and he doesn't know how Zhou Yiwei knows.

"If it's spicy, don't eat it, eat something else." Zhou Yiwei put the plate far away, "Hurry up, you won't be able to eat any more."

Song Li glanced at him and nodded, "Eat it quickly, after all, you cooked it yourself."

Zhou Yi smiled, looked at Song Li's hair top, and suddenly thought of the hairpin.

Song Li looked at the appetizing food, and ate a lot for the first time. In the end, Zhou Yiwei stopped him. Zhou Yiwei knew his appetite. If he ate so much this time, his stomach might feel uncomfortable.

Song Li slumped on the chair, rubbed his swollen stomach, looked at Zhou Yiwei, "It's still spicy." Song Li looked at the empty glass of ice water.

Zhou Yi looked at his red and swollen lips, and his Adam's apple moved, "I can't drink it, I'll go to bed in a while, drinking too much ice water is bad for your health, I ordered someone to get some candied fruit."

"If you don't drink, don't drink." Song Li stood up, looking at the night outside, "Young Master Zhou, how long are you planning to stay?"

"Not sure." Zhou Yi looked up at him slightly.

"I'm going to take a bath." Song Li felt his stomach was heavy after walking two steps, and said bluntly, "Mr. Zhou will cook less food tomorrow. I'm afraid you will strangle me to death before I die naturally."

Zhou Yi hummed slightly, "I've ordered someone to prepare, and I'll take you there in a while."

Song Li walked casually and nodded, walked outside the house, took a general look at the range of the Summer Resort, and looked back at Zhou Yiwei who came out, "Young Master Zhou, your Summer Resort is really big, take me around if you have time. change."

"Okay." Zhou Yi looked down at his slightly protruding belly, and smiled, "Wangjiang Pavilion is not far from here, it stands on the river, do you want to see it?"

"Wangjiangting, good name." Song Li nodded, "Let's go."

Zhou Yiwei ordered others not to follow, and he walked beside Song Li, feeling peaceful physically and mentally, as if Song Li was here, and his heart was at peace.

As expected, the Wangjiang Pavilion stands on the river, surrounded by the murmur of the water, and the bright moon hanging high in the sky, all of which are splashed with ink into paintings and dyed into poems.

Listening to the sound of footsteps beside his ears, Song Li felt extraordinarily comfortable. The feeling of being with Zhou Yiwei was different from that woman. Being with Zhou Yiwei was very comfortable and relaxed.

Song Li knew that his idea was dangerous, but he couldn't stop it at all.

Just try it, what are you afraid of?

He will abandon you, no no no, no try.

Song Li walked along the wooden bridge to the edge of the pavilion, quietly watching the scenery on the river, the seemingly smooth surface of the river is actually dark and turbulent inside.

Zhou Yiwei stood beside him, looked down at his side face slightly, "What are you thinking about?"

"Think about life." Song Li shrugged, turned and sat back on the stone pier inside the pavilion.

"Think about life?" Zhou Yi murmured slightly, and followed him to sit on the stone pier.

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