It's like everything is prepared.

After packing my luggage in the room, I saw the food on the table as soon as I walked out of the house.

"Your sister didn't expect you to come back at this time. She had made an appointment with some friends from school to play together. Although I told her that you would come back today and asked her to stay and have dinner with you, she still felt that she couldn't break the appointment."

While putting pork ribs into Song Shengshi's bowl, Song Ma explained to him Song Qingyue's absence.

"It doesn't matter. She's going to England at the end of the month. She can spend some time with her friends in China."

Song Shengshi didn't care much and kept eating the food at home.

Woohoo, it’s really delicious.

Originally, his appetite was not bad, but after staying in Korea for a long time, he had the same dishes every day with no variation in taste, and over time, his appetite seemed to have diminished a lot.

The muscles in my body are maintained by the cup of protein powder I drink after exercise.

Xu Minghao hated the taste of protein powder, and couldn't stand the monotonous taste of Korean food, so he and Wen Junhui went to explore various international cuisines around the company and dormitory, mostly Chinese food.

As long as he found a decent restaurant, he would force Song Shengshi, who was too lazy to go out, to have a good meal.

Song Shengshi always thought that he didn't like to eat, and he drank protein powder as a supplement. To him, it was like medicine, so the taste of the medicine was not very important.

In addition, Xu Minghao was very busy, so when he returned home, he often saw Song Shengshi leaning on the sofa typing on the computer, with a piece of seaweed rice roll that he had taken a bite of next to him.

All hard oxidized.

So he also learned the skill of cooking ramen. He can cook ordinary noodles very deliciously and mysteriously, and the taste is different every time it comes out of the pot.

It's not the kind that Quan Soon-young makes, a plate of spicy fried pork, one piece tastes a little bland and the other is mysteriously salty enough to kill you, but it's really delicious, sometimes a little sour, he said it might be because he put too much vinegar, but it's surprisingly appetizing;

Sometimes it tastes a bit sweet, and he said he added a little sugar to it because he heard it can enhance the flavor.

"Have you tried it?" Song Shengshi asked.

"No." Xu Minghao paused while swiping his phone and looked into the distance.

It was these little changes that allowed Song Shengshi to miraculously eat well.

It could also be that my conscience was at work. After all, the food was already prepared and served in front of me, and it would be rude not to eat it.

Song Shengshi ate with relish, and Xu Minghao also felt inexplicably appetized by the food.

Song Shengshi often lowered his head while eating, and when he looked up, Xu Minghao was already standing in the open kitchen wearing an apron, boiling water and preparing to cook the second pot.

Artists rarely have such leisure time, but every time everyone can sit down and eat together, Song Shengshi always has a feeling of peace and tranquility, making him want to cherish these fragments of time.

The memories paused. Song Shengshi, who had eaten the delicious food, took photos and sent them to the group as usual, which really caused everyone in the group to whimper.

Jin Mingyu jumped out and said, "Sheng Shiming and Haojun, I miss you guys so much, come back soon."

Joshua rarely went online. He was not a person who liked to use social media, but he went online and uploaded a photo of apple pie on the table.

Song Shengshi couldn't help but think that there was exactly a 12-hour difference between him and Joshua. Although it was broad daylight in China, it was already midnight in Los Angeles.

Fu Shengkuan said in the group: "Brother, eating apple pie in the middle of the night, have you given up on managing your body?"

Joshua replied in the group: "Have fun ^_^"

Several photos of different foods were uploaded to the group, including hotpot, Kung Pao Chicken and Mapo Tofu.

The hotpot was uploaded by Minghao, and the last two Sichuan dishes were uploaded by Wen Junhui.

The other members were not to be outdone and took photos of the nearby food.

Even Choi Seung-cheol, who was taking a sauna in Daegu, raised the sweet rice wine in his hand and took a photo and uploaded it.

Song's father and mother looked at their son smiling at the phone screen, looked at each other, smiled at the same time, then continued eating in silence.

That’s great. It seems Shengshi is living well in Korea.

Just as Song Shengshi was smiling kindly at the childish comparisons among group members, a video call came in.

It’s Song Qingyue’s call.

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