Sheng Xin glared at him angrily and put the washed rice in his hand, "Stop yelling here, let's have rice porridge this morning. I've washed the rice, just cook it! Who told you
You always say your cooking skills are good?"
He has to thank himself! Practice his cooking skills for him!
"Huh? I said I'm good at cooking, but you can't really treat me as a chef, right? By the way, my waist still hurts..."
"Then don't sleep with me tonight!"
"please do not......."
"Then will you make breakfast?"
".......Do."
.......
After Zong Zhenglie washed up, he put on an apron and went into the kitchen.
While chopping vegetables to cook preserved egg and lean meat porridge later, I was humming a tune.
Very comfortable.
Sheng Xin sat on the chair next to him and looked at him.
The morning sun shone on him, as if giving him a layer of golden armor.
His handsome side profile, fan-like eyelashes, and his tall height standing in the kitchen gave Sheng Xin the illusion that a prince had accidentally fallen into a slum.
Of course...this is a villa.
But there is always a feeling that Zong Zhenglie cannot be tolerated.
As she watched, the corners of Sheng Xin's mouth curled up unconsciously.
Such a man who was busy for herself was wandering around in front of her eyes, which really made her feel a little arrogant.
You know, how many people would envy her current position?
However, as soon as she heard Zong Zheng's humming song clearly, all the love bubbles in Sheng Xin's head burst.
"It's the New Year in the first month of the year. It's the first day of the new year~"
"Zong Zhenglie, when did you sing Errenzhuan again?" It's too joyful to sing this early in the morning, isn't it?
Zong Zhenglie raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, "I sang it casually. I heard it on TV a few days ago. So I learned a few lines! How about it? Does it taste like Northeast China?"
"..." Sheng Xin turned away with a black line on her face.
After making Zong Zhenglie laugh for a while, he changed the song.
It turned into... "How could my baby be like this? I can no longer sleep in the same bed. How can I spend the night alone? You have your own ideals, but how can you stop it from flying to other people's beds?"
"Stop!" Sheng Xin quickly interrupted him, "You should just sing the original one!"
.......
A breakfast was born in the singing of Zong Zhenglie.
Fortunately, what comforted Sheng Xin was that the breakfast was indeed rich.
Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, plus fried eggs, toast, and hot milk.
"Sheng Xin, you have listened to my singing all morning. Do you have the potential for me to become a singer?"
"..." Sheng Xin lowered his head and thought carefully, "I think you have the potential to be a duo actor."
"Really?" Zong Zhenglie raised his eyebrows happily, "Isn't my little New Year's greeting song great?"
"No!" Sheng Xin crossed her fingers ruthlessly, "Your singing is so bad, it's a joke!"
"..." Zong Zhenglie curled his lips, served himself a bowl of porridge, and then handed it to Sheng Xin, "Forget it, you don't understand art! A man like me who can do all decathlons,
People generally don’t understand me! I’m just a piece of land waiting to be developed!”
"You are suitable for reclaiming land and using it as a cesspit." Sheng Xin said without giving any face, then lowered his head and started to drink porridge.
Zong Zhenglie glared at her directly, "We are having breakfast, why are you carrying the cesspit? Are you annoying?"