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When there was only one person left, Song Xi inevitably turned his head a little bit more. She asked George Sheng to do something, so she had to express it, right? But she doesn't know what George Sheng likes at all, let alone he lives in a multi-million dollar mansion, drives a multi-million dollar car, and the most important thing he lacks is money. What can she give him?

His mind was spinning rapidly, and suddenly Song Xi had an idea and thought of it!

During her few contacts with George Sheng, the only thing she found that he loved was the taste of food, sweet and sour.

Song Xi didn't know if this was a good match for her, but now she can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor. After get off work at night, she took a taxi and ran to two places, one in the east of the city and the other in the west of the city.

In the east of the city is an authentic Jingbang restaurant, where Song Xi packs Kung Pao shrimp balls, shredded chicken, and rock sugar knuckles; in the west of the city is a Yazhou restaurant, and she buys more.

Having been to Qiao's old house three times, Song Xi knew that there were several master cooks in their family, among them there must be Cantonese cuisine masters, the ancient pineapple meat and sweet and sour pork ribs are excellent, even for a person like her who usually doesn't like sweet and sour taste , I secretly said that I was absolutely amazing after eating it.

It took nearly two hours on the road. Song Xi returned home with two big bags of food boxes, and put ten dishes on the table. Today, she was mentally prepared. No matter what time George Sheng came back, she would definitely be awake. When he got to him, everyone said that he had short hands to grab people and a soft mouth to eat people. As long as he took a bite, she would be willing to speak.

During the waiting process, Song Xi was not idle, she was reading a medical book in her hand, and made a special cup of coffee for fear of getting sleepy. Like this, she stayed up until 1:45 in the morning, when the door rang .

She raised her head first, then put down the book, got up and walked around to the direction where the entrance could be seen.

George Sheng was changing shoes at the entrance without even raising his head. Song Xi smiled and said, I'm back, have you eaten yet? I bought some food. See if it suits your taste. If you want to eat, I'll warm it up for you. one time.

While talking, George Sheng walked in after changing his shoes, still not looking at Song Xi directly, but when he walked into the living room, he glanced at the dishes on the table.

Song Xi is also a real person, the take-out box has not been opened, how did he bring it back, how did he display it.

George Sheng just glanced at it, then turned around and walked towards the second floor without saying a word.

Song Xinao didn't understand what he meant, but after waiting for so long, she expressed her intentions, she couldn't wait in vain, she said: I have something to ask for your help, just listen to it, if you can't help then forget it .”

It's better than such a slow knife cutting flesh every day.

Just like yesterday, George Sheng didn't look back. He walked upstairs and said, If you want to ask someone to do something, you have to have an attitude. I don't eat takeaway.

No takeaway?

Song Xi weighed the meaning of George Sheng's words, did the co-author want her to do it for him?

ha……

George Sheng's figure had disappeared long ago, Song Xi laughed half the night, but he didn't know if he was mocking him or himself.

Song Yuanqing was spoiled and pampered to her. Although she was not spoiled, she was really not good at things like entering the kitchen. Asking her to cook noodles and make a pimple soup was the ultimate. Glancing at the table, there were ribs and fish Yes, she may not have even seen what these ingredients looked like before they were cooked.

The next morning, Song Xi wrote a note and left it at George Sheng's door: If you come back tonight, take the note away.

She really didn't want to call him anymore. His attitude made her feel that she might have a hidden heart disease.

Going downstairs and taking out two large bags of untouched takeaway from the refrigerator, Song Xi went to work in the hospital.

During the lunch break, Han Chunmeng happily came to find Song Xi to go to the cafeteria for dinner. She only walked with the wind at such times every day, and her steps were brisk, as if she only weighed ninety catties.

Song Xi took the food out of the refrigerator and said, Don't go to the cafeteria to eat today, it's all new and untouched.

Han Chunmeng casually opened a few box lids to take a look, her eyes widened immediately, and she pursed her lips, Wow, sweet and sour fish, rock sugar elbows, Kung Pao shrimp balls, where did they come from?

Song Xi was not in a very good mood, curled his lips and said, Anyway, it wasn't brought by the strong wind.

Han Chunmeng didn't think so much when he saw what he was eating, so he hurried to find a microwave to heat it up. At noon, the two of them sat in the lounge, with ten dishes on the table. Song Xi usually liked salty and spicy food, but was not interested in sweet and sour things. , the food was also tasteless, halfway she picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork, pretending not to ask: How do you do this?

Han Chunmeng is a senior foodie, not only knows how to eat, but also cooks. Hearing this, she replied without a hitch: This requires selected lean meat, cut into strips, eggs, starch, salt, sugar, vinegar , put...

After Han Chunmeng finished speaking, Song Xi basically lost her appetite. Among all the dishes, she thought this dish was the most like a 'soft persimmon'. She didn't expect soft persimmons to be so hard to pinch.

Going home at night, Song Xi took the takeaway bag, changed his shoes and hurried to the second floor, the note was gone at George Sheng's door, Song Xi thought to himself, luckily.

She didn't even change her clothes, so she hurried downstairs first, ran to the kitchen to get a plate, put the vegetables she bought from outside into the plate, and threw the takeaway bag into the trash can in the community.

After destroying the corpses and destroying the traces, she went upstairs to take a bath, and the rest was to wait and see.

After drinking a cup of coffee, she sat on the sofa in the living room and read a book. Today, George Sheng came back just after twelve o'clock earlier than the previous two days.

Song Xi put down the book and got up to greet him as usual, but George Sheng also hung up the book as usual without answering.

Stepping inside, he saw several dishes on the table. Song Xi smiled and said, I don't know when you'll come back. It's already ready. Let me help you heat it up?

George Sheng was noncommittal, and Song Xi, like a little wife, went into the kitchen with a plate to warm up the dishes. She is so lucky that with so many things in the kitchen, she can still use the microwave.

After the dishes were heated up, George Sheng was sitting on the sofa in the living room smoking a cigarette. Song Xi guessed that this was waiting to be tasted, right?

I muttered in my heart, who was not a master at home before? But she didn't show it on the surface, she still took the initiative and 'happy' to bring several dishes to George Sheng, even the chopsticks were ready, as if waiting for the emperor to eat.

Since he entered the door, George Sheng hasn't said a single word. Song Xi is used to it, and he doesn't have anything nice to say, so it's better not to say it.

But he didn't make it difficult for her today, picked up the chopsticks, and ate a mouthful of ancient pineapple meat.

Song Xi stood aside and waited, although he didn't know what he would say, but he didn't know that he would suddenly throw the chopsticks on the table.

Silver chopsticks, a marble table, two sounds of 'ding ding' sounded back and forth, in the dead of night, it was extremely crisp, it was like knocking on Song Xi's heart.

George Sheng got up and left. After Song Xi was stunned for two seconds, he subconsciously turned to look at him and asked, What's the matter? Isn't it delicious?

George Sheng stopped in his tracks, and looked at her coldly, Shui Mulian's dishes, do you think you cooked them yourself after throwing away the packing box and changing the plate?

Song Xi didn't expect his mouth to be so sloppy, and his face turned red all of a sudden. It felt like cheating on an exam, and being caught by the teacher, it was not only embarrassing, but also embarrassing!

But George Sheng obviously wasn't finished yet, because of the height difference, he almost looked at her halfway and said, Going to the grave to burn newspapers, are you taking me for a ghost?