Si Zhe's deer eyes flashed, and he felt a little secretly happy, but he said obediently: "I don't dare, I'm afraid Master will kill me if he hears it..."

Nan Song asked him, "Who is more senior, your master or me?"

"Of course it's you."

"That's okay, he won't cut you as long as I'm protecting you." Nan Song took another sip of tea.

The young man smiled and said, "Then I'm relieved, sister!"

This "sister" was called so crisply that people couldn't help but feel soft after hearing it.

Nan Song has many brothers, but there are two younger sisters, but there is no younger brother. Suddenly there is a little guy calling "sister" one after another, which feels quite good.

"Sister, what is your relationship with my brother?"

Si Zhe sat aside and diligently made tea for her and asked curiously.

Nan Song said calmly: "Your brother will soon sign a contract with me and become an artist in my company."

"Oh, I see."

Si Zhe frowned, "I think my brother was not in a good mood a few days ago. He seemed to have encountered some troubles, but he has been in a much better mood recently. It seems that it must be because of my sister."

He stretched his eyebrows again and showed a big smile to Nan Song.

"Then we two brothers will be entrusted to you from now on."

When Nan Song heard this, he almost choked on his tea. Why did this sound so awkward?

"Sister, are you okay?" Si Zhe quickly pulled out some tissues and wiped Nan Song's mouth. Nan Song took the tissues from his hand and said unnaturally: "I'll do it myself..."

Are all the children nowadays so good at talking? They are as enthusiastic as a fire, which makes people unable to resist.

Si Zhe got off work and waved goodbye to Nan Song.

Nan Song raised her eyes and looked at him, "How are you going back?"

"I'll just take the subway."

Nan Song frowned, "It's so late and there's no subway. Just get on the train and I'll give you a ride."

"Don't bother me anymore, sister..."

"Stop talking nonsense and get in the car!"

"Why."

Si Zhe sat in Nan Song's car, his posture was dignified and well-behaved, like a primary school student, and he didn't talk much. When Nan Song asked him, he would answer.

"How could you, a basketball player, think of coming to learn cooking from a chef?"

Si Zhedao: "I have loved cooking since I was a child. My childhood dream was to be a chef. Later, I grew too tall and played basketball well, so I was recruited by the school team. My brother said that it would be good to be an athlete.

, I will be able to bring honor to the country if I join the national team in the future.”

"Then what is your dream? To be a cook or to be a basketball player?"

Nan Song felt like he was the mentor of his dreams at this moment, and he didn't know how careless he was.

Si Zhe looked at her with bright deer eyes, without any hesitation, and said boldly, "My dream is to become a professional basketball player who can cook!"

Only children make choices, they want both.

Suddenly being so cute, Nan Song couldn't help but laugh and nodded in approval.
Chapter completed!