Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

What Song Pingqing meant by "the same as last time" was the pot of chicken soup that she had stewed for Murong Xue early in the day during the last turkey dinner.

Since coming to the United States to study, they have had three turkey dinners including today.

The turkey dinner is actually very rich. In addition to turkey, there are also roast ham, mashed potatoes, vegetable salad, desserts and other beautiful and exquisite dishes.

But it was just pretty. The turkey was too big and hard to taste, and the vegetable salad was not filling. Although the chef was very skilled, Murong Xue still found it difficult to accept it.

Even though Murong Xue liked sweets, the chef specially prepared a dish of toast and ice cream as a side dish, but unfortunately, she was still hungry.

Song Pingqing was the kind of person who would notice if a child ate less. The fact that Murong Xue's dinner intake was almost halved definitely did not escape her notice.

So when Murong Xue's stomach growled that night, before she could say anything, Song Pingqing had already brought her a bowl of plain noodles with eggs.

She didn’t eat enough at the first Thanksgiving dinner, but was happy to have her lover cook for her. The second time, Murong Xue took the initiative to ask Song Pingqing to order food.

The eldest lady ordered the dishes very skillfully: "I want to eat something special that I can't eat normally."

Song Pingqing secretly stewed a large pot of chicken soup.

It was a secret recipe at the gate of the primary school that Zhao Lei had specially sent people to search the streets and alleys during the summer vacation.

Add some rice noodles and coriander, and your soul will be able to fly two miles away.

The original intention was to satisfy his own craving, but he ended up killing two birds with one stone and just happened to give Murong Xue a special treat.

It is served with a few hand-beaten beef balls that were airlifted in and a little bit of chili oil as garnish.

The fragrance drove all the kids in the villa crazy.

What a pity, there are no extra ones.

Although she felt a little depressed that she was just a piece of stone and didn't understand, Murong Xue was still happy about the special treatment.

Hearing Song Pingqing say this, he immediately asked, "Is there a lot of chicken soup today?"

"A lot. After all, they were caught eating the special soup last time, and those three people will definitely keep an eye on them this time." Song Pingqing smiled, "We have to give them some soup anyway."

"Oh..." Murong Xue suddenly sighed and reached out to touch a gingerbread man cookie on the table.

Having too many light bulbs is annoying. Even when you have a small kitchen, people will rush to grab some.

Murong Xue "viciously" broke off the villain's arm.

"Why are you sighing suddenly?" Song Pingqing sat down next to her and poured her a cup of tea. "Don't you want to eat chicken noodle soup?"

Murong Xue's tone was a little more sarcastic: "I thought it was just for me."

The smell of vinegar mixed with dissatisfaction floated out.

Song Pingqing chuckled: "I knew it."

This vinegar bag.

"What do you know?" Murong Xue glanced at Song Pingqing sideways and spoke slowly.

Anyway, I definitely don't know what she means.

The broken stone showed no sign of coming to its senses.

"Of course I know that some people like to pursue unique good things." Song Pingqing thought her angry look was funny, and reached out to poke Murong Xue's cheek.

"But I have prepared it in advance. The improved version of Daju Dali with osmanthus jelly is unique to you. Do you want to drink it?"

Seeing Murong Xue's eyes light up instantly, Song Pingqing secretly praised himself in his heart.

A smart follower must figure out the young lady's mind early and prepare what the young lady wants.

Some people are so tactless... they can't even carry a warm bag.

Song Pingqing: I am the only one who can hold this thigh firmly!

Last Thanksgiving, Wen Zhuo didn't stay here. After dinner, it was almost time for him to enter the infinite copy. He had no choice but to leave first, using the excuse that he had some things to deal with. He had no idea how delicious the midnight snack would be later.

But Wu Qiming and Shen Ci knew this, so they ate the meal with extreme restraint.

Shen Ci was better. Although he was craving the midnight snack made by Song Pingqing, he just wanted to try it and not eat it as a main meal.

It was obvious that Wu Qiming wanted to reduce the amount he spent on the big meal as much as possible to make more room for the rice noodles later.

Wu Qiming only drank a few more sips of the eggnog that the chef made for him.

After all, this is a symbol of his adulthood.

Wen Zhuo felt strange: "Aren't you going back to China? You don't have to control your weight so strictly, right?"

After all, for Wu Qiming now, he has more work after returning to China, and he doesn't need to control his weight so much when playing a guest role here.

Wu Qiming instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Murong Xue's face turn even colder.

Xiao Ming cursed in his heart: You are such a sinister green tea boy, how dare you expose me so blatantly.

Wu Qiming was caught in a dilemma.

Saying "I have indeed been controlling my weight recently" may not offend Murong Xue, but he will also lose the chicken noodle soup he has been longing for for a long time.

If you say “You have no idea how delicious the midnight snack is”, you will be scolded by the young lady, but you will still be able to satisfy your appetite.

Really, the temptation is so great, but the corresponding price is also too high, making it difficult for Wu Qiming to make a decision for a while.

Song Pingqing swallowed a mouthful of roast ham and finally spoke: "There will be a midnight snack tonight. I made chicken soup and made rice noodles for you."

He took over the matter with just one sentence.

Seeing Wu Qiming's resentful eyes, Wen Zhuo finally realized that he had ruined someone else's plan.

Sure enough, the difficulty of survival in the real world is no less than that in the infinite flow world.

"Brother's chicken soup is absolutely amazing." Wu Qiming immediately praised him, "The children are crying with greed."

"You are the only adult in the room, calling yourself a kid?" Murong Xue put down the spoon of pumpkin porridge.

Wu Qiming shrank like a quail: As expected, I am being targeted.

"Eat a piece of bread." Song Pingqing picked up a piece of bread, dipped it in some ice cream, and brought it to Murong Xue's mouth.

Christmas is also a big holiday, it’s not worth starting a quarrel at the dinner table.

Murong Xue received special advice from her secret crush and indeed she no longer targeted Wu Qiming.

Wu Qiming silently thought to himself, what a close call.

After dinner, everyone sat together and played board games for a while, but gradually some people couldn't sit still anymore.

Wu Qiming was just eliminated because he played a card that triggered two cannons, and at this moment he was looking outside.

The lights in the house were on very brightly, but there were also lights in the courtyard outside, illuminating the vast expanse of white.

The snow outside was a little lighter now, but it was still falling heavily.

"I really want to go out and have a snowball fight."

Song Pingqing threw out a small chicken and successfully gave Murong Xue a set of double Hu: "If you want to go, go ahead. The three of you can have a snowball fight together. It's just right for a Three Kingdoms battle."

"How can a lord of the Three Kingdoms fight in person? He has to call his bodyguards along."

Murong Xue had just felt the joy of playing mahjong, but she hadn't played enough yet, so she frowned slightly.

Just as he was about to express that he wanted to play for a while longer, Song Pingqing held his hand.

Just hard control.

Murong Xue sat up straight again.

Then she could just bear with it.