Really young master, he came to the pride gate

It is convenient for Song Fan to drink. After cutting the meat, he directly made a mixed stewed rice.

Pale yellow potatoes, bright red radishes, marinated chicken breasts and fresh corn kernels, as soon as they come out of the pot, bursts of aroma come out.

Lu Yinan sniffled the tip of his nose and said in surprise, "What's the smell, why is it so fragrant?"

Huo Zichen also began to swallow crazily, his eyes kept looking at the kitchen.

what's the situation?Could it be his elder brother did it?Impossible, his elder brother is even more untouchable than him.

Could it be Song Fanyin?

If it's Song Fanyin, heh, even if it smells good, it's probably a pile of shit, maybe worse than shit.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help snorting.

Secretary Wang couldn't help it first, clutching his hungry stomach, walked into the kitchen, and said courteously: "Young Master Song, I'll help you serve the bowl. What did you do? It smells so delicious?"

I am so happy that I can finally eat the food cooked by Song Shao. God knows, after eating at Karl's once, he would like to try Song Shao's food again in his dreams.

At the same time, I was still secretly regretting why I didn't take more bites last time because I was concerned about my status as a subordinate.

Song Fanyin pointed to the casserole on the stove and motioned for Secretary Wang to take it out, "I made a simple braised rice."

Secretary Wang was so fascinated by the smell of rice, he waved his hands vigorously, "Even the porridge cooked by Young Master Song is delicious. Young Master Song, your craftsmanship is even better than the chefs in Xingyin Pavilion."

Huo Chiyan glanced at Secretary Wang lightly, feeling a little upset in his heart, "So many words?"

This is his... ex-wife, what is he boasting about as a secretary?Does he still want to be in charge?

Secretary Wang keenly sensed Huo Chiyan's displeasure, his back shuddered, and he quickly shut up, picked up the casserole, and ran away in a hurry.

Ouch, what's going on with Mr. Huo?What happened to him praising Young Master Song?Even gave him a cold face.

Hey, it's really hard to be a subordinate.

Song Fanyin adjusted a few more side dishes, made a simple egg flower spinach soup, and asked Huo Chiyan to serve it out.

The two left the kitchen together and walked into the dining room.

Lu Yinan and Secretary Wang sat at the dining table, already looking impatient.

Seeing Song Fanyin, he smiled and said, "Song Shao, your craftsmanship is so good, I'm hungry just smelling it. I'm really bothering you today."

Song Fanyin put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, raised his chin, "Make whatever you want. Eat when you're hungry."

I didn't mean to help, so I let them fill it by themselves.

Lu Yinan thanked again with a smile, and then went to get the bowl, but when he looked up, he found that Huo Chiyan had already filled the rice.

An oversized white porcelain bowl was filled to the brim, and the rice in the casserole was only half left.

Lu Yinan: "..."

Secretary Wang: "..."

What about the president's reserve?Such a big bowl, can two Huo Chiyan finish it?

Secretary Wang hurriedly filled his own bowl with two spoonfuls, fearing that it would not be enough, so he pressed it hard.

Lu Yinan: "..."

Seeing Lu Yinan looking at him, Secretary Wang smiled and said, "Dr. Lu, eat quickly, Young Master Song's cooking is delicious."

He has to eat fast, otherwise he will definitely be robbed by Huo Boss in a while.

Lu Yinan originally thought that the two of them were exaggerating, but after taking a bite of the stewed rice, his expression suddenly changed.

This... this is too delicious.No wonder Chi Yan would rather be shameless than stay.

Let him go, he has to tie himself to Song Shao's thigh.

He lowered his head and started cooking like crazy.

Song Fanyin wasn't hungry, so he filled it up a bit, looked sideways, and saw that Huo Zichen didn't intend to come over for dinner, so he raised his eyebrows.

"You don't eat?"

Huo Zichen raised his chin higher than the sky, with a look of contempt, "I don't want to eat."

Just kidding, he hasn't eaten any kind of food before, so he doesn't like the braised rice made by Song Fanyin.

Of course, if Song Fanyin invited him a few more times, he might give him face and have a taste of it.

Thinking of this, he looked at Song Fanyin with a haughty expression, with the signal to come and beg me shining brightly in his eyes.

Song Fanyin saw it, but ignored it, and raised the corners of his lips, "If you don't eat, you'll be hungry."

When he is the Virgin, I still want him to spoil him.

Huo Zichen: "..."

Depend on.

Secretary Wang wiped his greasy mouth and answered, "It's just right that Second Young Master Huo doesn't eat, Young Master Song, give me his portion."

He just doesn't have enough to eat.

Lu Yinan smiled and said: "Secretary Wang, this is not good, you have already filled enough, let me help you solve it."

Huo Chiyan ate quickly, picked up a chopstick of green bamboo shoots and put them into Song Fan's drinking bowl, and said in a cold voice, "One bowl for each person, and I will pack the rest."

Secretary Wang & Lu Yinan: "..."

Too much.Such food protection!

Packing is impossible. A large pot of stewed rice and four side dishes were eaten to the brim, and there was only a little crispy rice left at the bottom of the casserole.

Huo Chiyan had already filled his throat with the food in his stomach, and slowly got up, "I'm going to wash the dishes."

Secretary Wang and Lu Yinan also wanted to help, but they were powerless, and said embarrassingly: "Then trouble President Huo."

It's so delicious that they don't even want to move now.

Song Fanyin took out a tissue and slowly wiped his mouth clean, "Put it down. Huo Zichen goes to wash."

Huo Zichen was furious, "Why?"

He didn't even eat it!

Song Fanyin didn't respond, and looked at Huo Chiyan with the corners of his lips curled up.

Huo Chiyan put down the bowl, straightened his sleeves slowly, "Huo Zichen, go wash the dishes."

Huo Zichen: "..."

What did he owe Song Fanyin?

He stood up angrily, and packed the pots and pans into the kitchen with a thrashing.

Seeing the rice crust at the bottom of the casserole, he broke off a piece and put it in his mouth.

After a long while, he raised his head abruptly, found a clean bowl, put all the crispy rice in it, and ate it voraciously.

After eating the rice crust, he picked up the plate with only a little soup left, and licked it until there was no drop left. Then he touched his empty stomach, feeling so regretful that he wanted to die.

If I had known... If I had known that Song Fanyin's cooking was so delicious, he shouldn't have pretended to be reserved just now.

Huo Chiyan was still waiting for Huo Zichen in the living room. Seeing him come out empty-handed, the corners of his mouth pursed, "Where's the package?"

Just now he clearly told Huo Zichen to pack up the last pot.

Huo Zichen's eyes flickered, "Packing? What packing? Leftovers? I threw it in the trash."

He will never admit that he ate it.

Huo Chiyan's face turned cold visibly, his black eyes were sharp, "Half of this month's pocket money will be deducted."

It took a lot of effort to cook Song Fanyin's meal, but he didn't have enough, Huo Zichen actually threw the rest into the trash can.

Just damn it.

Huo Zichen: "...Brother, are you crazy?! I don't agree!"

Deduct him fifty thousand for a little pot?Is the rice that Song Fan drinks made of gold?Even... Even if it is really delicious, you can't deduct [-].

Song Fanyin was too lazy to listen to their quarrel, and raised his eyelids droopingly, "Is the quarrel over? The door is over there, get out after the quarrel is over."

Lu Nan also bid farewell to Secretary Wang tactfully.

Huo Chiyan cast a cold glance at Song Fanyin with his inky eyes, grabbed Huo Zichen by the collar, and lifted him out.

He thought it over, since he didn't want to deduct [-] yuan, he would beat him up again.

After a while, Huo Zichen's screams resounded throughout Lanyue.

Huo Chiyan straightened his sleeves slowly, glanced at the bruised and swollen Huo Zichen, and gave instructions to Secretary Wang.

"Take a taxi and take Er Shao back."

Secretary Wang respectfully replied yes.

Lu Yinan got into the car, turned his eyes, glanced at Huo Chiyan, his eyes flickered slightly, "Chi Yan, you seem to be in a good mood."

For the past half a month, Chi Yan has been seeing a doctor at his place. It was the first time in so many days that he saw him in a good mood.

Huo Chiyan frowned slightly.

It seemed to be the case. From the moment he saw Song Fanyin, the depression in his heart seemed to be soothed by a pair of big hands.

Lu Yinan's expression turned serious, "Chi Yan, have you ever thought that your relapse may be related to Young Master Song?"

Huo Chiyan raised his eyes, "What does it have to do with him?"

Lu Yinan decided to be straightforward, "Tell me that your illness relapsed half a month ago. On that day, because Song Fanyin didn't apply the medicine to you, you suddenly had an emotional outburst. Have you ever thought about your emotional outburst? It is likely to be accumulated, such as from the day I divorced Song Fanyin."

Huo Chiyan's expression sank immediately, his dark eyes were extremely cold.

He remembered that from the day he decided to divorce Song Fanyin, he had a headache.

At that time, he thought it was because of too much work, and Jiang Youning's legs became disabled again, but the headache did not get better until half a month ago, when the condition relapsed.

Lu Yinan continued, "And have you noticed that as long as you stay with Song Shao, your mood will be much more stable? You even laughed a lot tonight."

"Have you ever thought that your relapse may be related to Song Shao's departure? From a psychiatrist's point of view, I suggest you try staying by Song Shao's side."

"As for Jiang Youning, I don't think you really love her. You may have mistaken your heart."

The next day.

Song Fanyin drove to a small villa in the suburbs.

When he got there, he stood at the door and rang the bell.

A moment later, an old and thick voice rang through the intercom.

"Who?"

Song Fanyin bent his lips, and his lazy voice became polite, "Teacher, it's me, Song Fanyin."

The other end immediately said unhappily: "Who told you to come, get out of here."

Song Fanyin was not angry either, "Teacher, I brought the picture here."

The other end muttered something, and opened the door reluctantly.

Song Fanyin walked in, looked at She Yuqing in front of him, his phoenix eyes curved into crescents, "Teacher."

The old man in front of him was wearing a formal Chinese tunic suit, with gray hair and beard, but a ruddy complexion.

It was the She Yuqing that Shen Zongping was talking about.

She Yuqing snatched the box from his arms, and chased away with beard and stare, "I'll take the picture, you hurry up, hurry up, don't bother me, I'll get a headache when I see you."

Mrs. She just came out of the kitchen, and when she heard this, she slapped Master She hard on the arm.

"What are you talking about? You are a teacher like you? You are the one who can't come here because of Xiaoyin every day, and you are the one who chases people away when they come. What about acting? Xiaoyin, ignore your teacher, come here quickly, let me Mistress, take a look."

She Yuqing was dismantled, and immediately annoyed: "Who missed him, stop talking nonsense."

Madam She rolled her eyes, ignored him, and dragged Song Fanyin into the room, "I haven't seen you for a few years, why are you so thin?"

She Yuqing snorted heavily, but didn't stop him, carefully holding the box, and followed into it.

Song Fanyin smiled, "Not thin, but still the same. Is your wife in good health recently?"

Although Madam She is old, she is very well dressed, her silver hair is tied into a bun with a beautiful wooden hairpin on it, and she is wearing a light blue cheongsam.

She looked at Song Fanyin lovingly, "It's very good, and it's thanks to you always bringing medicine here."

In the past few years, although Xiaoyin didn't come to the door very often because of the old man's anger, he would send pills to the two old guys every month.

The elixir was a good thing, after taking it, her health was unbelievably good.

After Madam She finished speaking, she glanced at Master She again, "Your master is also in good health. By the way, how is the poison on your body?"

Speaking of this, Master She didn't know how to touch paintings anymore, and quietly pricked up his ears.

Song Fanyin smiled slightly, "I haven't committed any crimes, I have been suppressing it with medicine. A few days ago, I made some medicine with forget worry grass."

Master She finally couldn't help interjecting, "Forget Worry Grass is good, but it doesn't have much effect on your poison. Don't think that everything will be all right."

Four years ago, Song Fanyin's grandfather's old poison relapsed. This kid was disobedient and insisted on introducing the poison to himself.

Song Fanyin smiled and nodded, "I know, master, don't worry, I'm already looking for an antidote."

Master She snorted coldly, "What kind of money are you putting on your face? Who's worried about you. Are you done? Get out of here when you're done."

Song Fanyin rolled his eyes and smiled, "Okay, master, don't worry, then I'm leaving, and I will come to see master in two days."

Master She looked arrogant, "Who told you to watch it? Hurry up and get out. There is one more thing, someone is looking for you through your teacher's wife. You can go with your teacher's wife tomorrow to help him see a doctor. I told you about the consultation fee." Yes, 5000 million."

Although this bastard is disobedient, he can't be stingy as a teacher. If he can help introduce businesses, he still has to introduce them.

Song Fanyin raised his eyebrows.

5000?The consultation fee is not low.Who can have such a large financial resources?