guilt

Song Zixi found that as long as he faced Mo Yuran, he would always be deflated.Whether it was before or now.

So he just shut up and refused to speak.

Mo Yuran just looked at him faintly and smiled, then continued to concentrate on handling the half-handled fish.

After Song Zixi washed the vegetables, he leaned against the wall boredly watching Mo Yuran's movements, and couldn't help pointing out from time to time.

"The meat will be more tender if the pot is not covered..."

"It's really good to put some cooking wine..."

Mo Yuran listened to his suggestions one by one, and gave him an aggrieved look.

"I just realized how difficult it was for you to cook in the past. It took a lot of effort. I will cook it for you in the future."

Song Zixi just glanced at other places uncomfortably, he didn't want to go back to that topic anymore, besides, he was hungry.

"Xiaoxi, is your magazine okay?" Mo Yuran turned around and asked.

"Ah, thanks to my partners, it's slowly becoming stable. It's just that editing data will be busy."

"That's it, that's good. If there is anything, remember to tell me, and I want to participate in everything you do."

"Ah...you...you are also very busy, I have nothing to do, don't worry about it. Ah, that, dishes, look at the dishes."

I have to say that Mo Yuran's cooking skills have really improved a lot. Although he doesn't know as many dishes as Song Zixi, he still has no problem cooking at least five or six dishes.Song Zixi found out that these dishes were also his favorite.

Mo Yuran also thought that he really didn't know anything about Song Zixi, but when he had the idea of ​​wanting to sit at home with Song Zixi for dinner again, he realized that he knew what Song Zixi liked He didn't like anything, he deliberately ignored everything he concealed, exposed it to the sun, and then laughed at him mercilessly, but at the same time, he was also relieved, at least, a little bit, he knew Song Zixi a little bit, Not about Song Zixi, he is like a blank sheet of paper, knowing nothing.

"I can't tell, so you are so powerful." Song Zixi couldn't help but praise Mo Yuran.

"Try it quickly, here, drink the soup first, and then eat."

Hmm~ Song Zixi doesn't know if he is hungry or Mo Yuran's cooking skills are really good, he actually eats more than usual, and he eats a lot, Mo Yuran is naturally very happy, he finally When he had the opportunity to have a good meal with Song Zixi, and to see this person again, he almost wanted to thank the Buddha.

Originally, Song Zixi insisted on doing the dishes. After all, he came here to eat a free meal. He was still a little embarrassed, but Mo Yuran refused his request.

Hey, I don't accept kindness casually. Washing the dishes can at least make him feel that he doesn't take advantage of Mo Yuran. Moreover, he doesn't know what he can do while sitting there, so he might as well wash the dishes.Song Zixi thought about it, and made a firm decision to wash the dishes.

Mo Yuran, who couldn't earn him, didn't stop him anymore. He sat in his seat and looked straight at Song Zixi's busy back.

In the past more than ten years, he had countless opportunities to enjoy this kind of time. He could appreciate the figure of the man busy for him, and then he gently hugged the man's waist, clinging to the man's back, and kissed the man's ear. While saying something, seeing the man blushed first, and then, even his ears blushed uncontrollably, these were within reach.

Thinking of this, Mo Yuran couldn't help getting up and walking towards Song Zixi.

The busy Song Zixi could clearly feel the fiery gaze behind him, and he felt his back was on fire.But he could only pretend not to understand and continue his actions until Mo Yuran wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed against his back... He knew that he couldn't ignore it anymore...