The Literary Life of a Science Leader

Chapter 86
awkward!

Song Xiaoyi was so ashamed and angry that she wished that there was a cliff in front of her right now, and she could just jump off it and finish it off.

The body was imprisoned by the unsatisfactory sound from his stomach, Song Xiaoyi only felt that his body was no longer his own, and he couldn't move at all.

So, she watched Mu Jingchi raise his head, saw his staring eyes, and then the other party moved away from the chair, stood up, and walked over.

Finally opened the door and stood in front of Song Xiaoyi.

As the distance between the two got closer, Song Xiaoyi's head lowered lower and lower, as if there were some embroidered patterns on the ground that fascinated people.

"Are you hungry too? I just didn't eat, let's eat together!"

Song Xiaoyi felt that Mu Jingchi's words were not meant to be funny, but full of cordiality and concern.So, she exhaled, raised her head, strengthened her courage, and then said calmly, "I will definitely repay you."

Anyway, in less than an hour, she had already owed three favors, and she didn't care anymore.

One is the merit of disaster relief, so that she can have a shelter, so that she will not enjoy the suffering of the cold outside; the other is the merit of changing clothes and cleaning, so that she does not need to wear the wet clothes, so that she will not fall ill Danger.

And the third is the grace of the night meal.

"Last time you took the car and said you wanted to invite me to dinner, but I didn't seem to wait!"

Song Xiaoyi listened to these words and looked at the other person's face.Face to face at such a close distance, and in the house of Mu Dashen, she captured Mu Jingchi which is different from the outside world.

While saying this, Song Xiaoyi saw slight dimples appearing at the corners of the other person's mouth.

Although it wasn't very obvious, Song Xiaoyi could see it clearly.Obviously the master is in a good mood, so his dimples appear.The dimples that appeared made the already soft face look a little more outgoing and agile.

"No, no, no," Song Xiaoyi waved his hands in panic, not only because of the question, but also because he liked the shallow dimples, "I looked for you two days ago, but you were not there."

As if recognizing Song Xiaoyi's reason, Mu Jingchi nodded slightly.

Song Xiaoyi looked at the figure of the other party walking towards the kitchen, and couldn't help but let out a sense of tension, and suddenly realized that her heart was beating rapidly.

She took steps to follow.

Mu Jingchi opened the door of the refrigerator, and it was full of ingredients, including vegetables and meat, fruits and drinks.

He took out an apple from the refrigerator and handed it to Song Xiaoyi, "Eat an apple to pad your stomach first, the meal will have to wait for a while."

The latter accepted with hesitant eyes.

Put on your apron and get ready to start cooking.

Scoop the rice, wash the rice, put it into the rice cooker, press the button to cook, and wait.

Then process the ingredients, wash what needs to be washed, cut what needs to be cut, and prepare what needs to be prepared.

In his previous life, Mu Jingchi's cooking skills were not bad, and he could still cook some home-cooked dishes, such as Kung Pao Chicken, Yuxiang Eggplant, Hot and Sour Potato Shreds and so on.

The kitchen itself has been treated with cooking fumes and ventilation, and the operating system has the function of "draining oil and fumes" in the kitchen.

Therefore, even if it is a big fire, Mu Jingchi is not worried about the problem of oily smoke.

Song Xiaoyi watched the series of operations of Master Mu Jingchi, forgot to bite the apple in his hand, his eyes flashed with surprise and admiration one after another.

Almighty is too strong!
It’s okay to be strong in academics, after all, it’s the main job; music can’t be tolerated, after all, you used to be an idol; but why are you so good at housework like cooking?
Am I so stressed?

I am not worthy of the great god!
Song Xiaoyi's heart was extremely entangled, thinking crazily in his mind, thinking about his own advantages.

After scratching his still wet head, Song Xiaoyi felt a little depressed.

She doesn't know how to do housework.At best, I can mop the floor and fold a stack of clothes, but I'm not very good at it.I have never tried cooking.

As for the main actors, not to mention the status gap between the two, even in terms of professional level, they seem to be inferior.The master has already produced results and won awards, but she is just a supporting role in a drama.

That show hasn't even aired yet!
What about hobbies?
Thinking of this, Song Xiaoyi couldn't help but look at the sky speechlessly, as if she had no hobbies?

Does shopping count?

Watching movies and watching dramas count?
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Standard three dishes and one soup.

Song Xiaoyi watched Mu Jingchi busy in the kitchen, even with this kind of housework of cooking, she felt that Mu Jingchi had a special rhythm hidden in it, as if cooking had become an art.

Under such admiring gazes, the meal was completed unconsciously.

Tomato and egg soup, Kung Pao chicken, ground delicacies and braised pork ribs!

Before Song Xiaoyi woke up, the two bowls of rice that had already been served came to the dining table unknowingly, and the master was fiddling with the chopsticks.

"Come here and eat."

Song Xiaoyi ran over quickly, and sat down shyly, feeling very useless, like a pet raised by the other party.

"Great God, I will definitely repay you well!" Perhaps because she felt that her behavior of rubbing food was really a 'sin', Song Xiaoyi emphasized again, and her little face swelled up cutely.

"Well, I'll wait."

Mu Jingchi glanced at Song Xiaoyi, picked up the rice bowl, picked up the chopsticks and began to pick up vegetables, and responded smoothly.

At this moment, Song Xiaoyi was very hesitant.

On the one hand, she felt that the food cooked by the master was really delicious, and she was really hungry, so she wanted to add more food.

On the other hand, she feels that she should be reserved and not reveal her hidden identity as a big eater in front of her favorite god.

Girls' stomachs vary.

When she is with her girlfriends and good friends, she may eat three bowls for dinner.You can even roll two strings of kidneys and take three bottles of beer.

And when she was eating with the boy she liked, she couldn't even eat a small bowl.

With great perseverance.

Song Xiaoyi still thinks that the image of a male god is more important, and he has already eaten a bowl of rice and can guarantee that he will not faint from hunger.

So, she put down the bowls and chopsticks, and tried to keep her tone of voice as calm as possible, so that it didn't sound hesitant and reluctant.Try to turn your eyes in other directions to prevent the other person from seeing the lingering love for the dishes in your eyes.

"I'm stuffed."

Mu Jingchi looked at Song Xiaoyi intently, then stood up, picked up the small bowl in front of Song Xiaoyi, and walked towards the rice cooker.

Uh. . .

I thought I was clearing away the dishes, but I didn't expect that I was serving her a full bowl of rice.

"Eat more, I'll serve it for you after I finish eating."

Song Xiaoyi watched the words come out of the mouth of the great god, and didn't know how to respond, her hidden identity was seen through by the opponent!
Turning grief and indignation into appetite, Song Xiaoyi once again picked up the rice bowl and chopsticks to pick up vegetables with tears in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)