Korean entertainment song and song couples

People who don't know how to cook are really a headache. Han Jincheng watched Song Zhiyi messing around in the kitchen for a long time, but he had no clue and was speechless.

"I said, why don't you just buy some and take it with you." Han Jincheng was particularly not optimistic about the dishes cooked by Song Zhiyi.

"Don't talk, let me study quietly." Song Zhizheng said while looking at the tablet on the table, adding things one by one according to the steps in the teaching, his expression seemed to be a bit professional and serious, but his eyes had turned away The things in her pot... are really not very good.

Han Jincheng drank a few sips of water, and couldn't believe that he was going to eat that lump of food later: "Zhi Yi, don't you have something you are good at...how about we stop innovating and just do what you are good at... ..."

Song Zhiyi seemed to think this proposal was good, and looked at the slightly mushy vegetables in the pot with regret, curling his lips: "It makes sense, I'd better do what I'm good at." Saying this, he poured out the vegetables, and washed the pot from the bag next to it Picked out a chicken bought from the supermarket, washed it, and prepared to make ginseng chicken soup for him to nourish.

Han Jincheng was also relieved to see Song Zhiyi's actions, and went back to the living room to watch TV dramas with a sigh of relief.

It takes a long time to boil the chicken soup. Put some jujube mushrooms and ginseng slices of garlic into the belly of the chicken, put it in water and boil it for 20 minutes on high heat, and then cook it with small and medium-sized goods for 40 minutes. This process Zhong Song Zhiwei considered that Song Zhongji was injured and could not eat too much flavor, so he didn't put too many seasonings, and the light ones were all the fragrance of the chicken itself.

While the ginseng chicken soup was cooking, Song Zhiyi was not idle, and made two simple side dishes. After trying it out for Han Jincheng, he was greatly praised, and he waited contentedly for the ginseng chicken soup to be completed.

After climbing for an hour, Song Zhizheng opened the lid and smelled the strong fragrance. Satisfied, he inhaled the fragrance a few times: "Come on, come and taste it." While talking, he had already filled the soup for one night and handed it to him.

Han Jincheng stared at the beautiful whole chicken in the pot with dissatisfaction: "I have waited for so long, why should I give some meat to eat? Why do you give me soup!?"

"No, it's for showing people. If it's missing a piece, it's really ugly. Drink it quickly." Song Zhiyi didn't compromise.

Han Jincheng blew on the hot air and gulped it down, then fed him the chicken soup with his mouth full, and his hungry stomach cried out: "It's delicious!"

"Okay, okay, then I'll go to see Zhongji first, you can go home and have dinner." Song Zhiyi dismissed Han Jincheng while cleaning up.

Han Jincheng muttered and complained all kinds of things. Seeing that Song Zhiyi ignored him, he had no choice but to give him a last word: "Go in through the back door, don't be photographed by the media, come back early, you know?"

"I know, I know, don't worry about it." Song Zhiyi grinned and raised the big thermos in his hand: "I just went to deliver food, and I'll be back after a few chats."

After Han Jincheng left with peace of mind, Song Zhiyi casually changed into casual clothes, tied up his hair and put on a mask, remembering that he hadn't told Song Zhongji yet, picked up his mobile phone and called Song Zhongji.

"Nu Na? Why didn't you reply to my message? Did the audition just end?"

"Oh, I'm going to your place now."

"En? Didn't you say you can't come today?"

"The audition ended early, so I prepared to bring you something to eat, and accidentally made it a little late."

"Did you do it yourself?"

"Yeah, I haven't cooked for a long time, and my hands are very raw. Don't say it's not delicious."

"Nu Na... Come on, I'm so hungry."

As soon as Song Zhongji acted like a spoiled child, Song Zhiwei had nothing to say: "Got it, I'll go now." After hanging up the phone and looking at his smile in the mirror, he shook his head helplessly. Did she spoil her brother too much? ?

After more than an hour's journey, it was already past 6 o'clock when we arrived at the hospital. Song Zhizheng got out of the car and looked around to confirm that he didn't see any suspicious media. Then he took the elevator from the underground garage and went up to the [-]th floor. He searched around and couldn't find Song Zhongji. In the ward, I found the direction after asking the nurse.

Standing outside the door and gently knocking on the door, I got a reply from inside and pushed open the door to go in. There was no strong smell of medicine in the ward, but the scent of flowers. The whole room was occupied by bouquets of flowers and various gifts. Needless to say, I know it was sent by fans or friends.

"Nu Na, you're finally here." The man sitting on the bed with his right hand in plaster smiled obediently at Song Zhiyi, his eyes were full of obvious joy, but he still couldn't hide his pale face.

Song Zhiyi frowned, closed the door gently and walked over: "Didn't it mean it wasn't that serious?" No matter how you looked at it, Song Zhiyi felt that the injury was serious, what did you say on the phone?

Song Zhongji even put on some lipstick on purpose to make his face look better, but Song Zhiyi saw through it at a glance, and saw that she seemed a little angry and yelled: "It's really not serious, the doctor just wanted to recover faster Just got a plaster cast."

Song Zhiyi played the role of a doctor at any rate. After putting down the thermos cup and lunch box in his hand, he went around the bed and picked up the medical record and looked at it: "You still lied to me? It says severe fractures here, why are you so careless? Fortunately, you didn't fall on your head." .” Song Zhiyi immediately blamed him.

Song Zhongji scratched the back of his head with his uninjured left hand and smirked: "Accidentally stepped on the air...Nu, why did you say the same thing as Brother Taixuan? You came to see me. I haven't eaten until now because I was waiting for Nuna to come over. Well, listen, my stomach is growling." He pointed to his stomach.

Song Zhiyi really wanted to throw the medical record sheet on Song Zhongji's face, but thinking about it, he was a sick person anyway, sighed helplessly and helped him set the table, ginseng chicken soup and dishes: "Be careful when filming in the future, this kind of thing is really not Just kidding, you're just lucky this time, don't think you'll be fine."

In fact, Song Zhongji’s relationship with Song Zhiyi is very useful. He pursed his lips to make himself not laugh so flamboyantly. He picked up the chicken soup that Song Zhiyi handed him with his left hand and wanted to take a sip, but the thermos cup was too big for him to hold with one hand. He looked up innocently. Looking at Song Zhiyi calmly, there was a flash of cunning in his eyes.

Song Zhiyi couldn't stand others looking at him like this, so he pouted at him resignedly, then helped him hold up the thermos, and finally drank the hot chicken soup, Song Zhongji gulped down a few mouthfuls, as if he was really hungry Same: "Nu Na, delicious!"

Song Zhiyi used chopsticks to tear open the chicken again, took out the chicken thigh and let him hold it in his hands. Song Zhongji didn't care about trifles, and he was very bold in front of Song Zhiyi. How do you make it so delicious?"

"Won't Che Taixuan give you a meal? Really, is it so delicious?" Song Zhiyi was praised to the sky, and he didn't taste it when he made it just now. Seeing how delicious he ate, he sandwiched a small piece of chicken Tried it too, it doesn't seem to be anything special...

Song Zhongji quickly finished eating a chicken drumstick: "Have you had dinner yet?"

"I'm fine. I need to lose weight recently. Go back and eat some fruit before going to bed." Song Zhiyi tore off another chicken wing for Song Zhongji: "This whole chicken is yours, you have to eat it up."

Song Zhongji was very dissatisfied with Song Zhiyi's weight loss, and glanced back and forth at Song Zhiyi's body: "Nu, you have been very thin recently, don't lose weight anymore, why don't you eat some with me?"

"Don't eat, that character will sign the contract tomorrow. It won't be long before the makeup photo shoot will be done, and then it's almost time to shoot. I don't want to be too swollen in front of the camera." Song Zhizhen is very insistent. For an actress, body management is also the same. Necessary homework.

It is very clear that it is not easy for an actress, so Song Zhongji felt even more distressed when he saw Song Jiji like this: "Nu Na, don't push yourself too hard."

Song Zhiwei smiled: "Don't worry, I never treat myself badly."

Song Zhongji recognized this very much. Song Zhiyi could show desperate seriousness when he worked hard, but once it was over, she would be as comfortable as possible. Such a person understands harsh limits and lives clearly.

Song Zhiyi saw that a chicken was almost eaten by Song Zhongji, so he added some side dishes and fed it to his mouth. Song Zhongji didn't shout for support or fullness, which made Song Zhiyi always worried that he didn't feed him: "Why is your face so big? Red? Are you feeling unwell?" Halfway through the feed, Song Zhiyi noticed that Song Zhongji's forehead was a little sweaty and his face was flushed, and worriedly took out a tissue to wipe him.

Song Zhongji dodged for a while, then took the paper towel in her hand and wiped it himself. Just now, when he accidentally touched her fingers, he felt like there was static electricity: "It's okay... Maybe it's hot." Song Zhizheng is not the first time Feed him. They used to feed each other for games when they were in Runningman, but it was a long time ago. Now he has to restrain his urge.

"Zhongji, are you really okay? I feel that something is wrong with you..." Song Zhizhen was really afraid that Song Zhongji would faint after a while, why his face would turn pale and red for a while.

"It's okay, I really want to eat it!" Song Zhongji pointed to the chicken in the bowl and opened his mouth: "Ah~"

Song Zhiyi had no choice but to put it in his mouth: "I'm not here to visit you, but to serve you?"

Song Zhongji chewed his flesh and squinted his eyes and grinned at Song Zhiyi, hiding all his heart with his smile, expecting and delighting her closeness.

Song Zhongji patted his swollen stomach until all the food he brought was eaten up, and sighed: "I haven't eaten for a long time so full."

Song Zhizhen packed up his things funny, and helped him move the table to let him lie down: "Can your stomach bear it after eating so much all at once?"

"Nu, you don't know what I've been eating in the hospital recently, it's too light." Song Zhongji's gaze never moved away from Song Zhiyi from the beginning to the end.

"Do you want to last this meal until the day after tomorrow? Eat so much in one go, don't spit it out when I leave." Song Zhiyi sat on the side and chatted with him after packing up.

"Why, Nuna probably digested it when he left, and I want to eat seafood next time Nuna comes." Song Zhongji thought for a while after finishing speaking: "Forget it, it's not convenient to come here, it's better to rest early .”

Song Zhiyi was amused by his serious thinking: "Do you still want to stay here for the rest of your life? How about treating you to seafood after you are discharged from the hospital?"

"Okay, then it's settled." Song Zhongji could tease Song Zhiyi every time and said what he wanted, so he made an appointment for the next meeting.

Song Zhiyi has never noticed Song Zhongji's little thought: "Eat every time."

Song Zhongji smiled. He actually has a lot of places he wants to go with Song Zhiyi, but it's too early for anything. He wants to wait for Song Zhiyi to realize what kind of person he is before rushing forward and taking her as his own. Yes, but it is still the beginning stage of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Song Zhiyi left, and Song Zhongji looked at her figure saying goodbye and leaving silently.

Song Zhongji looked at the place where Song Zhiyi sat in a daze for a long time, and suddenly remembered something, and he curled his lips into a smirk.