Sea of ​​people retrograde

"Master, come to Teacher Xiang's house for dinner tonight, and I'll show you off." Song Zhixiao finally proposed to make dinner by himself on the rest day after four days of Xiang Jing's noodle dinner.

Although Xiang Jing was not at ease, she had to agree with Song Zhixiao's assurance.

"Then I have to invite Director Xie to go with me. She has worried a lot about you before." Lu Mang didn't know the twists and turns, thought it was just an ordinary dinner, and drove Zhuang Shiling and Xie Linhui to Xiang Jing together. Home.

"Master, Sister Shi Ling, Director Xie, sit down for a while, there is still soup in the kitchen and it will be ready soon." Song Zhixiao put down the scrambled egg with leeks in his hand and turned to the kitchen to fill the soup.

The braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, stir-fried vegetables and leek scrambled eggs on the table looked pretty good, and the last corn rib soup was on the table, all alive.

"Have you cooked yet?" Lu Mang asked Song Zhixiao.

"It's cooked, I'll serve it for you." Song Zhixiao turned on the rice cooker and looked at the pot of porridge, which didn't look like porridge or porridge, and immediately closed the lid, probably because too much water was added.

"I forgot to press the cook button, let's eat more." Song Zhixiao laughed awkwardly and found an excuse.

Although there were not many dishes on the table, they were quite large, enough for five people to eat. Lu Mang got up and served two bowls of soup.

Xie Linhui watched Lu Mang and Zhuang Shiling take a sip of soup calmly.

Lu Mang didn't even think that there was a distinction between drinkable and non-drinkable soup. His mouth swallowed it faster than his brain, and Zhuang Shiling tasted a salty to bitter taste when he entered the soup, but it was someone else's dinner after all. , she could only choose to bite the bullet and swallow it.

Lu Mang looked at Song Zhixiao with wide eyes when he recalled the memory and asked, "You usually cook?"

"It's not me. Teacher Xiang did it a few days ago." Song Zhixiao replied, she was still not used to calling Xiang Jing's name directly in front of Lu Mang.

"Why don't you let Xiang Jing do it? Don't be brave." Lu Mang hit her mercilessly, and picked up a few other dishes, all of which were unsurprisingly salty. She held down the chopsticks that Zhuang Shiling was going to pick up, Shaking his head at her, "Let me make noodles for you."

Hearing this familiar sentence, Song Zhixiao panicked, "Wait, master!"

She reluctantly ate a few mouthfuls of her own dishes, which were indeed a little salty. Of course, they might be more salty than Xiang Jing's dishes, but she really didn't want to eat noodles anymore.

"You child..." Lu Mang grabbed her chopsticks forcefully, "Can your kidneys bear the heavy salt? I can make fried rice for you, but you have food? Sit here and wait."

"Mang, I'll help you." Zhuang Shiling looked at Song Zhixiao and Xiang Jing, not wanting to stay here and be surrounded by an awkward atmosphere, so he quickly followed.

"Mang, I'll help you too." Xie Linhui followed suit and hurriedly left this place of right and wrong.

Lu Mang made stewed tomato stewed noodles, Zhuang Shiling cooked the noodles and she cooked them quickly. As for Xie Linhui, he just sat aside and enjoyed the success. Lu Mang poured the marinade on the soup surface, and sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions. Stir-fried tomato noodles are ready.

Song Zhixiao didn't know that there was such a big gap between the noodles, and he even finished the soup in a short while.

Xiang Jing was also used to Lu Mang's cooking before, and felt that this was the best meal Lu Mang had eaten since he moved away.

"Yes, Lu Mang." Xie Rinhui patted Lu Mang's back. It was the first time for her to eat food made by Lu Mang. She did not expect her to be so good at cooking.

On the contrary, Zhuang Shiling felt that Lu Mang's work was not up to par, "Mom said, you need to add some sugar to make it fresher."

"No wonder it's not as delicious as yours." Lu Mang looked at Zhuang Shiling and said with a smile, the sour smell of love filled the air for a while.

"By the way, before you... that was the time when Lu Mang had a car accident, what happened to you?" The dinner table was a little too quiet, and Xie Linhui had been curious about this question for a long time, and it happened that both parties involved were present.

"Uh..." Zhuang Shiling was a little short of words, and didn't know how to express the oolong thing that couldn't be oolong, "It's nothing."

"Tell me." Xie Rinhui looked at Zhuang Shiling and then at Lu Mang.

Zhuang Shiling had no choice but to cut the beginning and the end, and then changed it. She gave a general idea, but what she said almost made Xiang Jing and Xie Rinhui's jaw drop.

"Is it that exaggerated?" Lu Mang looked at them.

"You actually said that you don't have to be a doctor..." Xiang Jing felt that Lu Mang and Zhuang Shiling had changed a lot since they got together. You must know that Lu Mang once told her that being a doctor is her meaning in this world , it seems that the meaning of her life now is Zhuang Shiling.

After Lu Mang and the others left, Xiang Jing crossed his arms and looked at Song Zhixiao who was washing the dishes, "Are the noodles I made so unpalatable?"

Song Zhixiao shrank her neck, what right did she have to say that the noodles were unpalatable, she shook her head and said, "It's just a little bland."

"Oh." Xiang Jing nodded thoughtfully, "Then you can go to Lu Mang's house for dinner in the future."

Then went back to the room and locked the door.

"Jing." Song Zhixiao anxiously kicked the door with his elbow, but Xiang Jing ignored her.

"I was wrong." Song Zhixiao, who has been with her for so long, knows that Xiang Jing is actually a very arrogant person. Although she will not get angry, she will also make trouble.

Seeing that Xiang Jing still ignored her, she had to go back to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes.

"Jing." Song knew that Xiang Jing still didn't open the door after taking a shower. Her changed clothes were all in Xiang Jing's room, so she could only sit on the sofa wrapped in a towel.

"Jing, it's okay. I'll sleep on the sofa tonight. It's okay. I'm not hot. It doesn't matter if I'm carried away by mosquitoes. You can sleep at ease." Song Zhixiao talked to himself in the living room, and turned off the phone seriously. Turned off the light and lay down on the sofa.

Xiang Jing heard the sound of turning off the air conditioner outside the house, lifted the quilt, got up and opened the door, and saw Song Zhixiao lying on the sofa with his eyes closed by the light outside the window, covered with a towel, and his legs and arms were exposed outside.

Xiang Jing stepped forward and sat on her waist, leaned forward and pressed her wrist, and whispered in her ear: "Next time you call me "Teacher Xiang" in front of Lu Mang, you will be miserable."

It turned out that Xiang Jing was sullen all night because of this matter, Song Zhixiao suddenly laughed out loud, and Xiang Jing patted his face with the inside of his arm, "What are you laughing at?"

"It always feels impolite."

Lu Mang is her master, and Xiang Jing is her master's friend, so it feels a bit inappropriate to call them by their first names.

"But I will change it." Song Zhixiao immediately assured, the strength on her wrist was lighter, and she wrapped her arms around Xiang Jing's neck and flew into the air to kiss her.

There was thunder outside, and it rained heavily after a while. Bath towels and clothes were scattered in the living room, from the sofa to the coffee table to the wall. The sound of panting and the sound of the rain intertwined, writing a chapter of desire that makes people blush .

In the middle of the night, Xiang Jing heard the sound of "gudong gudong" drinking water from the living room. Song knew that he had already poured three glasses of water and was receiving the third glass of water.

"Stop drinking." Xiang Jing held the cup and looked at Song Zhixiao.

"I'm thirsty." Song Zhixiao looked at Xiang Jing pitifully.

"Renren, you will be poisoned if you drink like this." Xiang Jing kissed her to divert her attention, "Didn't I say not to add more than three teaspoons of salt to a dish?"

"I listened to you and added three teaspoons of salt." Song Zhixiao carefully recalled which step went wrong.

"Three tablespoons?" Xiang Jing closed his eyes and wanted to know what Song Zhixiao's brain circuit was like.

"Otherwise? That little spoon looks very small."

"There must be a reason why the little spoon is put in the seasoning jar." Xiang Jing hugged Song Zhixiao tightly and kissed her little head, "I will learn to cook some delicious dishes for you in the future, okay?"

"Fish-flavored shredded pork, tomato beef brisket, sweet and sour pork ribs."

"it is good."

"Boiled fish, bloody blood, stir-fried pork liver."

"Song Zhixiao, do you know what is enough is enough?"

"I don't know, spicy chicken, stir-fried fatty intestines, chopped pepper fish head."

Xiang Jing bowed her head unbearably and blocked the mouth of the little chatterbox in front of her.