Dressed as a fake young master, I tear up the script

Xia Xingqiao neatly stacked evenly thick slices of beef on top of the vegetables, and poured the boiled soup into it.

The scalded beef is fresh and tender, and even without extra steps, it is already exuding its fragrance domineeringly.

Xia Xingqiao couldn't help laughing when he saw Louis swallowing his saliva exaggeratedly.

He pointed to the side and asked Luis, "Coriander, do you want to eat it?"

"You don't

o!No parsley! ! Louis shook his head hastily, crossing his hands in front of his chest to express his refusal.

Xia Xingqiao couldn't help shrugging when he saw Louis's whole body full of resistance to coriander.

"Okay..." Xia Xingqiao said regretfully.

It's a pity, he and Rong Tingye both like coriander.

So Xia Xingqiao only sprinkled chili noodles and prickly ash noodles on top of the beef, as well as a layer of brightly colored dried red peppers.

"You can eat it if you like it, and you don't have to accommodate him." Rong Tingye walked to Xia Xingqiao's side, and took over the work of heating oil from him very naturally.

As a result, Xia Xingqiao's hands were free. Seeing that Rong Tingye's apron was not fastened, he walked around behind Rong Tingye.

Xia Xingqiao lowered her head and carefully tied the tie of Rong Tingye's apron.

The aprons they are wearing now are all the same color and style, only slightly different in size, and they were bought by Xia Xingqiao and Rong Tingye when they went to the supermarket together last time.

Hearing what Rong Tingye said, Xia Xingqiao couldn't help stretching out a finger after fastening his apron, and poked Rong Tingye's waist.

"What are you talking about..." Xia Xingqiao's voice was somewhat resentful, "Louis is a guest, how can you treat a guest like this."

Rong Tingye didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows.

Xia Xingqiao didn't realize his tone at the moment, like a newlywed wife complaining about her husband.

Rong Tingye couldn't help rubbing the handle of the pot with his fingers.

After the oil in the pan was heated to smoke, Rong Tingye poured the hot oil on top of the beef that Xia Xingqiao had arranged earlier.

With a sound of "嗞啦", the beef that originally only exuded a delicate fragrance burst out with a spicy and delicious smell, which made people want to swallow their mouth water.

Louis' eyes were straight, and he swallowed too much, making a loud "gudong" sound.

Xia Xingqiao looked at it, and finally picked up a bunch of fresh green onions to decorate on top.

Now the hue of this boiled beef can finally reach perfection.

"Oh my god! This is so delicious! My drool is already dripping on the ground."

Louis refused to take his eyes off the dish. He rubbed his hands and asked Xia Xingqiao:

"Dear Chef Xia, can we have dinner now? To tell you the truth, my stomach has already started playing the symphony of fate!"

Xia Xingqiao was amused by Louis' anxious look, he coughed, and said, "Soon, just stir-fry two more dishes."

Rong Tingye on the side frowned, squeezed Xia Xingqiao's hand, and said with some disapproval: "It's okay, Qiao Qiao, you've already cooked several dishes, be careful of the oily smoke hurting your body."

Xia Xingqiao: "..."

Isn't it just a few dishes?He, he is not so delicate.

Rong Tingye was about to say something, when his cell phone rang suddenly.

Xia Xingqiao hurriedly pushed Rong Tingye away, and urged: "Go and answer the phone first, I'll be fine soon."

Rong Tingye had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, took off his apron, and walked out with his mobile phone.

At the same time, he was still thinking about how to quickly throw the trouble of Louis back abroad.

Sure enough, Xia Xingqiao finished the last two dishes very quickly.

But when he came out of the kitchen with the dishes, he saw Rong Tingye changed his clothes, as if he was about to go out.

"...Do you want to go out?" Xia Xingqiao put the dishes on the dining table, wondering.

Rong Tingye put his coat on his arm and walked towards Xia Xingqiao.

Rong Tingye leaned over slightly and kissed Xia Xingqiao on the cheek.

Xia Xingqiao blinked her eyes.

"I'm sorry Jojo, I have something urgent to go out, can you and Louis have lunch at home?"

What's urgent, I don't even have time for lunch... Xia Xingqiao couldn't help but mutter in her heart.

But Xia Xingqiao still looked at Rong Tingye and nodded obediently.

He wiped his hands clean and straightened Rong Tingye's tie.

Xia Xingqiao accompanied Rong Tingye to the door, and said worriedly, "Be careful on the road."

Seeing this, Rong Tingye gave a low laugh, and kissed Xia Xingqiao's lips.

"it is good."

When Rong Tingye turned around, there was still a faint smile in his eyes.

He didn't call the driver, but opened the door and sat in the driver's seat alone.

If Xia Xingqiao was with Rong Tingye, he would be surprised to find that this road was actually very familiar to him.

Because this is the way to the Xia family's old house.

Xia Xingqiao, who was having lunch with Louis, would not have imagined that the "urgent matter" Rong Tingye said was actually coming to Xia's house.

After Rong Tingye stopped the car, he happened to bump into Xia Siran who also just got out of the car.

"Yo, why are you here?" Xia Siran raised his hand to greet Rong Tingye.

Because of the car skills competition before, Xia Siran's attitude towards Rong Tingye is still friendly now, and sometimes he even calls out "siblings" one by one.

Before the two of them exchanged greetings, they saw the headlights of the cars not far away flicking on a few times.

A tightly wrapped man got out of the car and walked towards this side with long legs.

"Second brother?" Xia Siran asked in surprise, "Aren't you filming in the group?"

Xia Wener nodded, his voice sounded a little tired.

"Brother called me back and said it was urgent."

Xia Siran put his arm on Xia Wener's shoulder, his eyes widened and he was even more surprised.

"Hey, he told me the same thing, it seems that this [urgent matter] is not small..."

Before Xia Siran finished speaking, Xia Wener finally saw Rong Tingye standing beside him, and his expression turned cold.

He frowned and interrupted Xia Siran's words, and said in a bad tone, "Why is he here?"

Rong Tingye smiled at Xia Wener as a greeting.

But this smile is no different from provocation in Xia Wener's eyes.

"you......!"

Xia Siran quickly pressed Xia Wen'er's shoulder, "Hey! Second brother, calm down! This is not an outsider, it's my own family, let's go in and see what's going on!"

Xia Wener: "..."

Xia Wener, who heard "my family", couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and abducted his little brother, whoever this bastard is from his own family.

But he also understands that business matters.

Xia Wener snorted heavily, straightened his coat, turned his head and left.

When the three of them walked to the living room, they found that Xia Sirui had also returned from the laboratory.

"Good guy, everyone is back today." Xia Siran looked at the people in the room, clicked his tongue twice, then swaggered to the sofa and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Xia Siran suddenly found someone sitting in a more "bold" posture than himself...

I saw the man's legs raised high, arms folded, and his whole body was full of "no one will accept" temperament.

"I'll go, who is this?" Seeing his "spicy eyes" attire, Xia Siran couldn't help showing the expression of "the old man on the subway looking at his phone".

Xia Yichen, who was sitting on the sofa at the other side, took a sip of tea from his cup, and then calmly said: "He said, he is the real Xiaowu."

Xia Siran: "???"

"...Where did the insanity come from?" Xia Siran looked at Xia Yichen incredulously, "You just let him in like this?"

The boy sitting on the sofa like the uncle rolled his eyes when he heard Xia Siran's words, "How many times have I said it, I am the real Xia Xingqiao."

As he said that, he sneered, "Let a counterfeit fool you all around, heck, a bunch of trash."

"Hey, you little bastard..." Xia Siran had never been scolded by someone pointing his nose like this, and his heart suddenly became angry.

Rong Tingye, who was sitting next to Xia Siran, narrowed his eyes and looked at this person.

Rong Tingye's eyes flashed darkly, and he tapped his fingers lightly on his legs.

The demeanor and tone of this person's speech were very similar to the "Xia Xingqiao" in his previous dream, and could even be said to be the same person.

In this case...

Then let him not become Xia Xingqiao.

There was a smile on Rong Tingye's face, Xia Xingqiao would only have one, and that would be his lover.

The boy couldn't help becoming a little irritable when he saw that the others didn't care.

He shouted loudly: "Where's that counterfeit? Why don't you tell him to confront him face to face! Let's see if he still has the face to stay here."

Xia Yichen's face suddenly turned cold, and he snapped at the boy: "What are you, worthy of bothering Xiao Wu?"

"What am I?" The boy blushed and glared at Xia Yichen bitterly.

But suddenly thought of something, he turned his head and cursed: "Fuck! I knew I wouldn't change it, damn it! This is not blood related..."

The boy's heart became more and more irritable, his eyes swept over the crowd, and suddenly stopped on Xia Wener.

His face twisted for a moment, and then the whole person suddenly calmed down.

The boy looked at Xia Wener with a half-smile, and his voice was as shrill as if it came out of his throat: "Second brother, do you still remember the night when the celebration banquet ended..."

Xia Wener looked at him suddenly, disgust flashed across his eyes.

How could he not remember...

That night, the "brother" Xia Wener had always thought of suddenly confessed to himself, and added some kind of medicine to his wine.

It was that night that Xia Wener was completely disappointed with "Xia Xingqiao", and immediately joined the crew after returning from the hospital.

It was his birthday time to see Xia Xingqiao again. Xia Xingqiao fell in front of Xia Wener and put the cake on his couture coat.

Looking at the boy in front of him who looked completely different from Xia Xingqiao, Xia Wener suddenly felt nauseated.

He shook his head slowly, "No, you are not Xiao Wu."