Boss, did you speak well today?

My adults don’t remember villains’ faults, remember it in the future, don’t be big or small

"It's your relative, he's smarter than a pig." Nangong Ran grabbed the pork and frightened him in the face.

Su Xici backed away subconsciously, this action made Nan Gongran laugh.

He quietly loosened the tense arm muscles and stood beside him as if nothing had happened.

Nangong Ran put his fingers under the faucet to rinse, and nuzzled his chin, "See, I'm cooking."

Su Xici didn't believe that this person would do it himself when he encountered something that didn't suit his taste, and it was possible to fire him directly.

"Master likes a softer taste, but he doesn't like too bad, let alone too woody."

It means that with the knife skills he cuts, it can't meet the old man's taste requirements at all, and he used the wrong method to express his filial piety.

"Who said it was made for him, it was made for you to eat."

"Me?" Su Xici was taken aback.

"Haven't you noticed that you've lost weight recently? You don't know how good the food is. Aunt Mei said you only had two mouthfuls of porridge." Nangong Ran weighed the kitchen knife and gave up.

He's not good at cooking.

The sweetness in the heart rippled at the corners of the mouth, and then suppressed and retracted in time before it further expanded.

Su Xi resigned and turned to the long table in the middle of the kitchen to look for trouble, and walked a little further.

"What do you want to cook?"

"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge." Nangong Ran washed and dried his hands, "I'd better find a chef and cook over a dozen different flavors. There will always be one that suits your taste."

"Young master, are you going to give up now?" Su Xici noticed that blood was coming out of his fingers again, and handed over a piece of paper, "I haven't cooked before, and I don't know how to cook, so it's understandable."

These words stopped Nangong Ran's footsteps, he pressed his fingers with a paper, and said: "There is never anything I can't do, it's just cooking porridge, how difficult it can be."

Su Xici took out his mobile phone, and on it was the recipe for preserved egg and lean pork porridge, "I'll help you prepare the ingredients, and you can just add ingredients to it when the time comes."

Rounding is probably his doing.

Nangong Ran looked at the recipe on the phone, as long as he put all the prepared things in it and boiled it, it was very simple, and he agreed for a while.

Seeing that Su Xici picked up the knife, he carefully studied the way to hold the knife and the position of the force, discarded the horrible slices of lean meat, smoothly sliced ​​a whole piece of pork, and then shredded it.

"can you cook?"

"No. First time."

This is the talent, the knife skill is so good.

"Why are you still wearing gloves while cooking and chopping vegetables?" Nangong Ran was very awkward, "There is no one else here, and I won't touch you. What are you doing here?"

Su Xici hesitated for a while, and said, "That's true."

The gloves stained with pig's blood oil were taken off, revealing ten translucent white fingers, which were twisted along the handle of the knife, each of which was distinctly bony, like jade and bamboo.

He took off his gloves, so Su Xici simply took off his coat and rolled up half of his sleeves to prevent the cuffs from getting an oily smell.

Lifting his hands up, his rolled-up sleeves retracted, he picked up the kitchen knife and found that Nangong Ran was staring at his arm in a daze.

Su Xici's eyes flustered for a moment, and he quickly put down his sleeves and buttoned them up again.

There is a red mark half-hidden on the cuff of the white shirt. Last night, this guy was very energetic. He liked his body so much that he couldn't put it down. There are a lot of blue and purple red marks.This part of the arm is covered with red sand, which is very eye-catching and dazzling on the skin that has not been exposed to the sun for many years.

"You..." Nangong Ran said hesitantly.

"I'm fine." He said coldly, his heart beating like thunder, and he kept thinking about how to explain it.

Do you like what happened last night?

He was obviously not happy, otherwise he wouldn't be angry for a day, suppressing the news, and making Cao Miao insist on finding that person.

Or does he feel guilty about himself?Awkward?nausea?anger?Or do you feel that you have ulterior motives and deliberately framed you again?

None of these situations were suitable for Su Xici to deal with.

"You rubbed the skin too hard." Nangong Ran said in shock.

Su Xici: ...

"You man, you can really do something to yourself." He gave a thumbs up in admiration.

"Ow!"

Nangong Ran received a slap on the back of the head.

It was light and fluffy, but it was the first time someone hit him.

He held the back of his head and looked at Su Xici with a puzzled expression.

Su Xici didn't expect that he would do such an outrageous thing, he was taken aback for a moment, and said nervously, "Are you alright, young master?"

"Did you already want to hit me?"

"No." He lied without blinking.

Only today I can't help it.

"Oh." Nangong Ran put down his hands and said generously, "It's okay, my lord doesn't remember villains, remember it in the future, don't be big or small."

Standing quietly watching Su Xici cut the meat, after 5 minutes, he suddenly said, "The last call I made was to you last night, right?"

The kitchen knife that cut the meat stopped, and then continued as if nothing had happened, "If it was the one who beat it at seven or eight o'clock, then it would be it, young master."

"I was drunk at the time, and I can't remember clearly. What did I ask you to do?"

"Send the hangover medicine up."

"and then?"

"Put it on the table in the room, and then I'll leave."

"Did you meet anyone when you entered the room or when you left the room?" He stared at Su Xici without blinking.

"No, I got on the elevator alone and got off the elevator alone, and I didn't bump into anyone during the whole process." He said politely.

For the privacy of customers, the Presidential Suite has no monitoring throughout the whole process from the private parking lot to the dedicated elevator, from the corridor to the door of the room.

"When I woke up in the morning, I didn't see the package of the hangover medicine."

"Maybe it was cleaned..." Su Xici thought that when this person woke up, it should not be time for cleaning the room service, "I took him away."

"Maybe?" Nangong Ran keenly grasped the word, and looked at him suspiciously, "Don't you know if you took it out yourself?"

"I also drank some wine at the time, and I was a little drunk. I can't remember such a trivial matter." Su Xici smiled apologetically.

Nangong Ran felt something was wrong last night, he must have been drugged, but he didn't know when.

"Did you feel unwell after drinking my wine last night?"

"It's a little bit." He was obviously in a bad state today, "So I left after I got down, I didn't expect to catch a cold today."

"It's just a cold..." Nangong Ran pondered.

"The meat is cut, leave the rest to the young master." Su Xici washed his hands twice, took out a pair of white gloves and put them on again.

"Aren't you going to continue?" Nangong Ran was completely at a loss for a bunch of scattered raw food.

"Didn't the young master say to make something for me?" Su Xici said with a smile, "I'm looking forward to it."

To toss himself like this, he should cook for himself.

Nangong Ran had a mobile phone in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, chanting words to the recipes on the mobile phone.

Before leaving the kitchen, Su Xici turned his head and looked back at the figure.

Tall, stalwart, and strong, he was restrained in a delicate apron; the white shirt with exquisite workmanship was also stained with the smell of raw pork and preserved eggs.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally couldn't help laughing.

I dare not look any further.

-

Nangong Rong was teasing the dog by the sofa in the living room, making it eat the sausage in his hand by making a sound with its mouth. The puppy was small and fat, and after jumping twice, it stuck out its tongue and was out of breath.

"You fed him too much." Su Xici picked up the dog and rubbed its head.

"Fater looks better." Nangong Rong said, "You're just too thin, you should eat more."

Su Xici suspected that their family had a habit of making people fat.

"What do you think it should be called?" Nangong Rong asked, "I can't always have a name, it's inconvenient to call it."

"General dogs are named Lulu, Mao Mao, Doudou, Big Black, and Little White." He analyzed seriously, "According to his coat color, he can also be called a cow."

The shepherd wailed weakly.

"It seems that it doesn't like it." Nangong Rong reached out to take the dog and smoothed its fur. "It's really troublesome to name it."

I never thought of giving it a name before, but now it's a bit older and more mischievous, and every time I want to scold it, I don't know what to call it.

Su Xici thought for a while, then hesitated and said, "How about calling...Ran Ran?"

"What are you talking about!" Nangong Ran came in with porridge, almost startled.

How come this person is neither big nor small, so he is called that.

He put the porridge on the table, seeing that even Su Xici's glasses couldn't stop the embarrassment of being caught doing something bad, he bared his teeth ferociously at him.

It turns out that's what the old man called him behind his back.

"We were just discussing its name," Nangong Rong smiled and held up the puppy, "What do you think of its name?"

The little shepherd looked at him innocently with his round black eyes open.

Nangong Ran: ...

"If you don't finish the porridge today, I will deduct your salary at the end of the year!" He put a large bowl of porridge in front of Su Xici.

"Master, you forgot again, my salary is paid by the master."

"It smells strange." Nangong Rong sniffed, "Did you study nuclear explosions in the kitchen just now?"

"Is that an exaggeration?" Nangong Ran picked up a spoon and took a sip, with a strange look on his face.

"It's not bad." He said firmly, barely swallowing the porridge, picked up the bowl and went back to the kitchen to pour it out, "I'll add some more ingredients."

Su Xici picked up the spoon and said: "No need, young master, this porridge is delicious, give it to me, I'm just hungry."

Nangong Ran hesitated.

"Let it go," he said.

"Maybe... If you feel uncomfortable in the future, just tell me."

Su Xici took a sip, the porridge tasted a bit burnt, but the rest were no different from the usual ones.

"It's delicious." He said sincerely.

Nangong Ran brushed his hair handsomely, sat beside him, resting his elbows on the table to support his head, and proudly said: "It seems that I am very talented in cooking, and I succeeded like this for the first time."

"It's because Susu doesn't have the nerve to reject you." Nangong Rong sometimes couldn't stand his grandson's narcissism.

"Will there be more next time?" Su Xi asked.

"There must be. Next time what do you want to eat, tell me in advance, and I'll make it for you." Nangong Ran said arrogantly, and then glanced at Nangong Rong, "Some people just can't understand a perfect person like me. Be jealous here."

Nangong Rong rolled her eyes, "Of course I'm fainted by what you made."

"Why must it be called Ranran? This stupid dog deserves that name?"

"I think it's pretty good." When his grandson returns to country M, he will have Ranran by his side.

"Hurry up and change it, I didn't agree." Nangong Ranhei said with a downcast face.

"Of course." He teased the dog.

Little Bianmu let out a small cry excitedly.

"It's fine as long as it agrees." Nangong Rong said with a chuckle, "Sure enough, he's a smart kid."

Nangong Ran's expression was gloomy all night, and he cast his eyes on Su Xici from time to time.

It's all because of this person's idea, and I owe him to cook for him.

Su Xici smiled innocently at him, and drank the porridge he cooked as if nothing had happened.

It was only when Nangong Ran was lying on the bed before going to bed that he realized that, why would he have to cook for him after Su Xi said something delicious?

What a loss.

He turned left and right, and the more he lay down, the more irritable he became, and he always felt that something was missing in his sleep tonight.

For example, something you can hold in your arms...