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Chapter 61 Cooking

Although Song Yu didn't know what Zhuo Muquan said, Zhao Yan was indeed a little different from before.

It's just gone to the other extreme.

I was not confident enough before, but now I am too reckless.

His expressions and movements were a little too vigorous.

Song Yu was not in a hurry, he could understand Zhao Yan.

It's my first time to act, and I'm not from a professional background, so it's easy for this to happen.

Either facial paralysis or loss of control.

The reason why Song Yu was able to do so with ease was because he had plug-ins.

In the system space, he has played many roles.

He was very patient with Zhao Yan, and after a while, her career as an actress would be smooth.

Five p.m.

The elevator scene is still not finished filming, but Zhao Yan is already in pretty good condition.

It was worthwhile for Song Yu to spend the whole day with her.

"Want to eat?"

Zhao Yan took a few steps forward to catch up with Song Yu and said, "I'm treating you. Thank you for today."

"Can."

Song Yu nodded with a smile and said, "I'll call Xi Wei and Pang Xu together."

"No……"

Zhao Yan subconsciously refused, but suddenly shut up, lowered her head, and whispered, "The two of them seem to have taken the first step."

Song Yu glanced at her and seemed a little discouraged. He was quite brave just now, but now he's back to his original self.

He smiled and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhao Yan followed him and said, "Anything is fine."

“I’ve tried them all around here, it’s a bit hard to choose.”

Song Yu suddenly snapped his fingers and said, "Then go to my dormitory and I will cook myself."

"Ah?" Zhao Yan was surprised.

"I'm very good at cooking." Song Yu patted his chest and said.

He really didn't lie, he learned it in system space.

The reason is practicality.

His cooking skills are 75 points.

But in reality, the number of times I cook is relatively small.

Zhao Yan was a little hesitant when she heard this, but there was no room for her to refute.

Song Yu said enthusiastically: "Let's make a disguise and go to the supermarket."

Although it is getting late, the supermarket will not be closed.

Two people wearing sun hats and sunglasses entered the supermarket under the strange look of the cashier.

It's summer, yes, but it's a bit weird at night.

But the customer is God, and no one comes out to meddle in other people's business.

Zhao Yan was carrying the shopping basket like a little follower.

As she walked, she watched Song Yu pick and choose, seemingly very skillful.

"Do you want to eat tomatoes?"

Song Yu asked holding a tomato.

"eat."

Zhao Yan explained, "I don't like the taste of lettuce, it's not that I don't eat vegetables."

"Where's the cucumber?"

Song Yu suddenly placed a cucumber in front of her eyes.

Zhao Yan, like a frightened little rabbit, retreated more than a meter.

"It seems you don't like it."

Song Yu couldn't help but smile, it was quite cute.

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes and some meat and vegetables should be enough."

"Zhao Yan, what do you want to eat? Braised pork? Pickled fish? Twice-cooked pork? Spicy chicken?"

"Maybe you can just say something and I'll see if I can do it?"

Song Yu turned to the meat area and said casually.

Zhao Yan couldn't help but want to ask him, can you really do it?

She always felt that her current situation was strange and indescribably inconsistent.

But he didn't say anything.

“Braised pork.”

"Oh, salty or sweet?"

"Salty."

"OK."

After Song Yu bought pork belly, he also bought star anise, cinnamon and other condiments.

He took the vegetable basket from Zhao Yan's hand, paid the bill, and went home carrying the plastic bag.

"Are you so worried if you don't say a word? Don't worry, the poison won't kill you."

"..."

Zhao Yan is speechless. If you don't add the second half, I can feel more at ease.

When we arrived at Xingdong Entertainment, everyone was already off work.

Except for trainees, no one else will live in the dormitory.

Song Yu is an exception. Zhu Chen and Zhou Jie both rent houses.

After the two of them became popular, they had a lot of travel and living in a dormitory was too troublesome.

Under various arrangements made by the company, the two songs "Big Fish" and "Little Apple" together made as much money as "The Lonely Warrior".

Mainly because Song Yu couldn't move.

Now that the artist department has Zhu Chen and Zhou Jie, the agents are also motivated.

Of course, with Song Yu watching, there would be no over-squeezing of artists.

"Let me open the door."

Zhao Yan saw him carrying the dishes, so she reached into his right pocket and took out the key.

"Very skilled."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you know where I put my keys?"

Zhao Yan stiffened and hesitated: "I've... seen it before."

When you pay too much attention to a person, you will naturally see all kinds of details.

"You put it on and sit wherever you want."

Song Yu opened the shoe cabinet with one hand, handed her a pair of women's slippers and entered the kitchen.

Zhao Yan was stunned.

These are slippers, not unopened.

So was it prepared in advance?

She changed her shoes and sat on the sofa.

The lobby is quite simple.

TV, coffee table, sofa and tea making machine.

The rest is nothing.

She was bored, but she didn't dare to break into the bedroom casually, so she glanced around.

I saw a lot of decorative paintings on the walls.

There was one painting among them that she looked at for a long time.

Rose and fox, and a little boy.

It looks quite like a fairy tale.

After almost half an hour, Song Yu brought out the dishes.

"come over."

Song Yu waved to her, then turned around and filled up two bowls of rice.

Zhao Yan was in a daze. She hadn't eaten at home for a long time.

Except for the Chinese New Year, the rest are either in the canteen or in restaurants outside.

"Taste it."

Song Yu is quite confident in his cooking skills, or in other words, his system teacher.

Zhao Yan took a sniff and found that it was quite fragrant and had no strange smell.

And from the looks of it, it looks pretty good.

She picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into her mouth. Her eyes lit up and she said, "It's delicious!"

The taste was beyond her expectation.

She was already ready to test the poison.

Song Yu smiled and said nothing.

The meals are relatively simple, but rarely smell of smoke.

To be honest, he really felt like he couldn't stop during this period.

He has been busy since his debut.

It feels good to take a rest now.

Zhao Yan ate like a hamster. Although her mouth was small, she was not satisfied with the speed and her cheeks were always bulging.

But it's really small.

Song Yu looked up and saw that this was probably the legendary slap face.

Zhao Yan usually manages her body very strictly, but today she made an exception and ate an extra bowl.

She looked at Song Yu who was going to serve the rice and bit her lip. There were some people and things that she couldn't miss.

The meal is over.

"I remember Wang Zhi's new song will be released soon, right?"

Song Yu put away the bowl and said, "Go to my room and take out the notebook. I'll wash the dishes."

"How about I come and wash it?"

Zhao Yan asked but Song Yu refused and could only open his room.

Clean and hygienic.

She glanced around subconsciously, picked up the notebook and came to the living room.

Ten minutes later, Song Yu left the kitchen and randomly searched for a radio station on the search engine.

The title of the song is "With the Breeze".

After listening to it, Song Yu knew in his mind that it was not as good as Wang Zhi's hit song "Walking on the Road".

Although the quality is okay, it's not threatening.

This is also quite normal.

It is not easy for an album to have two or three excellent songs, but the rest are up to standard.

Each one is a hit, so only time travelers can do it.
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