Life With You

When there is only one person left, Song Xi will inevitably turn her mind more. She asks George Sheng to do something, should she also show it? But what George Sheng likes, she doesn't know at all. What's more, he lives in an Ivanhoe house and drives a car that is millions of dollars. The most important thing is money. What can she give him?

With his brain swiftly spinning, Song Xi suddenly thought of it!

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

Song Xi didn't know if it was a good one, but now she can only be a dead horse doctor. After working at night, she took a taxi and ran two places, one in the east and one in the west.

In the east of the city is an authentic Beijing cuisine restaurant. Song Xi packed Gongbao shrimp balls, candied chicken, and pork knuckles with rock sugar; in the west of the city is a Bazhou restaurant, and she buys more.

I have been to Qiao’s old house three times. Song Xi knows that they have several masters. Among them, there must be a master of Cantonese cuisine. The old pineapple meat and sweet and sour pork ribs are a must, even someone like her who doesn’t like sour and sweet taste. , I secretly claim to be absolute after eating.

It took nearly two hours on the road. Song Xi went home with two large bags of food boxes and put ten dishes on the table. Today she was mentally prepared. No matter when George Sheng came back, she would be sober. When he waited, he said that the hand of the man was short and the mouth of the man was soft. As long as he took a bite, she would be embarrassed to speak.

While waiting, Song Xi was not idle either. She was reading a medical book in her hand. She was afraid of being sleepy. She even made a cup of coffee. In this way, she stayed until 1:45 in the morning when the door rang. .

She raised her head first, then put down the book, got up and went around the direction where she could see the hallway.

George Sheng changed his shoes at the hallway, without lifting his head. Song Xi smiled and said, "I'm back, have you eaten? I bought some food. See if it suits your taste. If you want to eat, I will help you heat it. a bit."

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

Song Xi is also real, and the packaging boxes for the takeout have not been opened, how did they bring them back and how to display them.

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

Song Xi Nao didn't understand what he meant, but after waiting for so long, her heart became clear. She couldn't wait in vain. She said: "I have something to ask you for a favor. Just listen. If you can't help, forget it. ."

It's better than the daily slow knife cutting.

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."

Don't eat takeaway?

Song Xi weighed the meaning of George Sheng's words. Is the co-author asking her to do it for him?

"what……"

George Sheng's figure disappeared a long time ago, Song Xi laughed in the middle of the night, but didn't know whether he was mocking him or himself.

Song Yuanqing is spoiled to her. Although she is not spoiled, she is really not good at things like going into the kitchen. It is the ultimate to let her cook noodles and make a pimple soup. She glanced at the table with ribs and fish. Yes, she might not even have seen what these ingredients looked like before they were cooked.

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

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 takeaways from the refrigerator, Song Xi went to work in the hospital.

During the lunch break at noon, Han Chunmeng happily came to see Song Xi to go to the cafeteria for dinner. She only walked with the wind at such moments every day, and the pace seemed to be only ninety catties briskly.

Song Xi took the food out of the refrigerator and said, "Don't eat in the cafeteria today. They are all new and have not been moved."

Han Chunmeng opened a few lids casually, his eyes widened and lips pursed, "Wow, sweet and sour fish, rock sugar elbow, kung pao shrimp balls, where did they come from?"

Song Xi was not in a very good mood, and said, "It wasn't the wind blowing anyway."

Han Chunmeng didn’t think so much when he saw the food, so he hurriedly went to find the microwave oven to heat up. At noon, the two of them sat in the lounge and had ten dishes on the table. Song Xi usually liked salty and spicy food, and lacked interest in sweet and sour things. The food was tasteless and tasteless. She sandwiched a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin in the middle, pretending to ask unintentionally: "How is this made?"

Han Chunmeng is a veteran foodie, not only can eat, but also cook. After hearing this, she didn't get stuck and replied: "This is to select lean meat, cut into strips, and prepare eggs, starch, salt, sugar, and vinegar. , Put..."

After Han Chunmeng finished speaking, Song Xi had basically no appetite anymore. Among all the dishes, she saw this dish most resembling a "soft persimmon", but she didn't expect soft persimmons to be so easy to hold.

Going home in the evening, Song Xi carried a takeaway bag, changed his shoes and hurried to the second floor. At the door of George Sheng, the note was gone, Song Xi secretly said, fortunately.

Without changing her clothes, she hurriedly went downstairs, ran to the kitchen to take the plates, put the vegetables bought from outside on the plates, and threw the takeaway bags to the trash can in the community.

After the corpse was destroyed, she went upstairs to take a bath, and all that was left was to wait and see.

After drinking a cup of coffee, she was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book. Today George Sheng was back two days earlier than before, and he came back just after 12 o'clock.

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

Stepping inside, he saw a few dishes on the table. Song Xi smiled and said, "I don't know when you will be back. It is already done. Let me heat it up for you?"

George Sheng was noncommittal, and Song Xi carried a plate into the kitchen to warm up the dishes like a young wife. She is so thankful that there are so many things in the kitchen that she can still use a microwave oven.

After the food comes out, George Sheng is sitting on the sofa in the living room smoking a cigarette, Song Xi guess, is this waiting for tasting?

I muttered in my heart, who wasn't a master at home before? But she didn't show it on the face. She still took the initiative and happily brought a few dishes to George Sheng, even the chopsticks were ready, as if waiting for the emperor to eat.

George Sheng hasn't said a word since he entered the door, and Song Xi is used to it. He doesn't have any good things to say, so it's better not to say it.

But he didn't trouble her today. He picked up his chopsticks and ate the ancient meat of pineapple.

Song Xi stood by and waited. Although he didn't know what he would say, he didn't know that he would suddenly throw his chopsticks on the table.

The silver chopsticks, the marble table, the two sounds of "ding ding", it was very quiet in the dead of night, and it was exceptionally crisp, it was almost knocked 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 and glanced at her faintly, "Magnolia's vegetable, you thought you made it yourself after you threw the box and changed the plate?"

Why did Song Xi think that his mouth was so tricky, and his face blushed all of a sudden. This felt especially like a cheat sheet for an exam and being caught by the teacher. It was not only embarrassing, but shameful!

But George Sheng is obviously not over yet, because of the height difference, he almost half-eyed her and said: "Go to the grave and burn the newspaper, are you fooling me as a ghost?"