Probably because he was having dinner with him tonight, Yun Shuqian was extra serious when cooking.
If she was the only one eating by herself, she would just cook whatever she wanted, and wouldn't pay special attention to the appearance of the dishes.
She arranged the seabass on the plate like in a restaurant. After it was steamed, she took it out, poured out the fishy water, and placed it on top of it with finely chopped green onions, red peppers and coriander, and then poured hot oil over it.
With a snort, the fragrance came out.
Finally, pour a little steamed fish soy sauce along the edge of the plate, and you're done. Yun Shuqian puffed up her proud little chest.
"Okay, let's take it out to eat."
"Yun Shuqian, I'm impressed by you! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought you ordered it from a restaurant outside!"
Song Jiamu was not stingy with his words of praise. He picked up the plate of fish and smelled it, with a look of surprise on his face. He still remembered that when she was playing house, she could only mix mud with leaf rice.
"This is not a big deal, many girls can do it."
"Who said that one of my cousins is married and can't cook now. There don't seem to be many girls in our class who can cook. But even if they can cook, they are definitely not as good as you."
"Are you familiar with them?"
"I heard from Zhang Sheng and others that there are more boys than girls who can cook now."
"But you can only boil water to make noodles."
"I'm still learning, right? I've decided that the first dish I'll make is steamed seabass like you."
Song Jiamu smelled the fragrance in the air again and went out holding the dish in his hands.
Yun Shuqian was in a happy mood. After receiving such compliments from him, she almost wanted to cook for him every day.
Well, she changed her view. Apart from being handsome, Song Jiamu is not without merit. At least he has some taste for food.
Look how happy she is, the swishing sounds when she washes the pot are like beating musical notes.
"Hey, don't take my job. I'll wash the pots and dishes later."
“It’s easy to clean the pot after soaking it.”
"Then you just soak it first."
Song Jiamu wouldn't let her wash, so he came over and took off her apron.
Yun Shuqian was startled, thinking he was going to take off her clothes, so she glared at this guy who had nothing to do to be attentive.
But it happened that such a little courtesy was especially helpful to him, and I felt like I was in a dream.
She went to sit at the dining table, took out a small plastic bowl, and gave Nian Nian a piece of fish to eat.
Song Jiamu served the rice for her and filled a full bowl himself.
It is now seven o'clock in the evening, and night has fallen. The two of them are sitting at the dining table facing each other. In front of them are three delicious dishes. The sound of the TV is playing in the living room, giving it a warm feeling.
There was no one else to disturb them, and there was no urgent matter. The two of them seemed to have received a 'reconciliation experience card', and the dinner actually seemed somewhat harmonious.
The girl stretched her legs toward him out of habit.
It's strange to say that only when she was with him, Yun Shuqian felt no trace of restraint. Anyway, the two of them had known each other for so long, and they had seen each other in their ugliest ways, so they didn't have to pretend to be anything in front of him.
Ladies, you should step on him and pinch him when you should.
Is this also another sense of security?
She seemed to have never thought that he would leave her life. Of course, occasionally she would imagine that he would really ignore her, but there was no trace of joy in her heart, more of an unknown panic.
"What do you usually eat when you cook for yourself?"
Song Jiamu chatted casually, like a pig that had been hungry for two days, not caring at all about how he was eating, picking up vegetables, grilling rice, adding vegetables, grilling rice again, even picking up the plate and pouring vegetable juice on top of the rice.
Even though the person sitting opposite him was a cute and adorable girl.
This is not an act. He has exercised a lot recently and his appetite is larger than before. The most important thing is that the food made by Yun Shuqian tastes really good.
"Eat noodles."
"So you, like me, also eat instant noodles in boiling water? I still have a few packs of Laotan pickled vegetables at home. Would you like some?"
"It doesn't have to be instant noodles. I'll cut some lean meat, add some vegetables, cut an egg, and peel a few shrimps."
"..."
Well, Song Jiamu can probably understand the difference.
"Although our relationship is indeed a little bit close." Song Jiamu pinched a section of her little finger like she did last time, "But I won't lie because of this, Yun Shuqian, your cooking is indeed very good.
Food, then why don’t you cook?”
"Because I want to eat noodles."
Song Jiamu was speechless and snatched the piece of lettuce from under her chopsticks.
Seeing his deflated look, Yun Shuqian was very proud, and then said: "I don't know what to eat when I cook alone. If I cook too much, I won't be able to finish it. If I cook too little, I might as well eat noodles. If I cook, I usually
It’s enough to make two meals. Just make it at noon and heat it up at night.”
"Well, since you are so distressed, as the vice president, I have the obligation to share your worries. You can do it for two people. Just ask me to eat when you are ready, and I will help you wash the dishes."
"...You can't help but say it?"
"Then how about I pay you for food again?"
"don't want."
Yun Shu gave him a blank look. Song Zhutou was probably the only one who could talk about eating and drinking so legitimately.
"Eating alone is boring."
"Uncle, doesn't he cook every day? You don't eat at home?"
"I can secretly come to your house to eat, and then tell my dad that I ate in the cafeteria."
For a moment, Yun Shuqian was a little moved. Secretly cooking and eating with him at home? It felt great! But what if he was discovered...
"don't want."
Yun Shuqian ended the topic and said: "There is a Qingming holiday next week, what do you want to do?"
"Yes, I have."
Song Jiamu picked out the shredded green onions on the fish and finished it. Yun Shuqian didn't eat the shredded green onions. She had already finished eating the coriander.
"Even on vacation, I will stick to my plan, run, read, and code."
"That means there is nothing else." Yun Shuqian nodded.
"What's wrong?"
"I plan to take advantage of the holiday to launch the first club activity of our online literary club. Then you and I will go out to collect ideas and find materials. The theme is spring outing and haunted house adventure!"
"...Isn't this really about hanging out together?"
"Please be careful with your words, Vice President Song Jiamu."
"In the activity plan we submitted to the Federation of Social Clubs, the club activity during the Tomb Sweeping Day holiday is a 'book club', right? Does that really matter?"
"We have to adapt to the actual situation. We discussed this issue last night, and this collection activity has been unanimously recognized by the entire society."
"It should rain during Qingming Festival, right?"
"The weather forecast says it will be mostly sunny across the country this year."
"You can really go to a haunted house on Qingming Festival?"
"Don't underestimate me! I write suspense, detective stories, murders, and ancient tombs!"
Song Jiamu decided that his next book must achieve a high-quality grade or above. When the time comes to seek power and usurp the throne, and the president becomes his, he can use the ultimate power of "acting on the spot".
Club activities must choose a pool party, and female members need to wear cute swimsuits!
The two of them didn't eat to the extent of feeding each other's food, but they often grabbed the food under each other's chopsticks, except for the green onions and coriander that neither of them would eat.
Farmers may have experience with this. A group of chickens competing for food will eat more than a single chicken eating alone.
"Well, I'm so full..."
Yun Shuqian put down her chopsticks and felt that her belly was round. She had eaten almost two bowls of rice. Normally she couldn't finish more than one bowl.
Leaning on the chair, lazily not wanting to move after eating.
"I'm full too."
Song Jiamu also leaned on the chair and stretched his legs to her side. Their legs crossed and bumped against each other.
Maybe it was because he was full and warm, but Song Jiamu always felt that if he touched it like this, he would not be able to get up and wash the dishes later.
He pulled his legs away and the cold air slipped in. Yun Shuqian immediately felt much emptier.
"I'm going to wash the dishes."
Song Jiamu put away the dishes and took them to the kitchen.
He rolled up his sleeves, squeezed some dish soap onto the dishwashing cotton, rubbed it into bubbles, bent over slightly, and washed the dishes carefully, his movements a little clumsy but serious.
Yun Shuqian was half lying on the sofa, holding the cat in his arms, looking at his back without blinking.
I don't know what I'm thinking.
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(Thank you to the leader on the 24th of last month! Thank you very much for your support! The boss is generous! The boss has made a fortune! The boss has someone to warm the bed every day!)