After listening patiently to the housekeeper's wife, Shengshi asked, "What does Gu Enen want a photo of her and Han Chengchi?"
"It seems to be for a wedding. The wedding is scheduled for the end of next month."
"Where is ChuChu? Are you unhappy?"
"No, Miss Shan seemed to be in a good mood and ran to the kitchen to cook two dishes."
"Really?" Shengshi asked indifferently. After a moment of silence, he heard the housekeeper's wife's voice again: "Miss Shan made a dish of Dongpo Pork and a West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce. Miss Shan also deliberately selected the Dongpo Pork."
A few particularly good pieces were served out, saying they were reserved for Mr. Sheng."
A faint smile appeared on Shengshi's face, and he asked again: "Really?"
It's just that the tone of this "Really?" and the previous "Really?" are completely different.
The housekeeper's wife was afraid that Sheng Shi wouldn't believe it, so she quickly turned around and went to the kitchen, took the plate and chopsticks and handed them to Sheng Shi.
Shengshi stared at the pieces of braised pork for a while, then picked up the chopsticks and picked them slowly twice, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a relaxed smile: "This is the best, and they are still sold like this."
Look, how ugly it is for them to eat."
Housekeeper's wife: "..." I thought to myself, Mr. Sheng was obviously very happy, but why did he say something so unpleasant?
Sheng Shi said he was disgusted, but he picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks. It was already cold, and it was a bit difficult to bite. The taste was average, but he felt that this was the most delicious and happiest piece of Dongpo meat he had ever eaten.
Shengshi only ate one piece, then ordered the housekeeper's wife to put it in the refrigerator, and then asked, "Where is Chu Chu?"
"After Miss Shan took the medicine, she went to the terrace to bask in the sun."
Shengshi nodded, walked into the elevator, and went directly to the terrace on the roof of the villa.
When he stepped out of the elevator, he saw a beautiful scene.
The sunshine in early summer is not very hot, but it is exceptionally bright. Gu Lanshan is sitting under the umbrella on the terrace. Behind him are various potted flowers that are carefully taken care of every day. They are blooming in colorful colors. When the wind blows, there is a light and refreshing fragrance.
open.
There was a set of cups placed on the table in front of her. One of the cups was steaming and exuding a faint scent of roses.
Next to the table, there is a large drawing board with faint pencil marks on it.
Because the light was too bright, Shengshi couldn't see clearly what she had drawn.
The girl sat with her back to him, holding a pencil in her hand and resting it on her chin, staring at the drawing board and thinking deeply.
She wore a light pink gauze dress, her hair was casually scattered, and it kept falling and blowing due to the gusts of wind.
In the distance is endless green.
The picture is so beautiful that it is intoxicating.
If the wind hadn't moved it, it would have looked like a natural painting without any modification.
Shengshi suddenly felt that the whole world had become quiet, and he could vaguely hear his own heartbeat.
He stood at the elevator door and stared at her quietly.
His eyes never blinked, for fear that if he were not careful, the picture in front of him would be shattered.
As he watched, Shengshi fell into a trance. He couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream. He wanted to pinch himself to wake himself up, but he felt as if he was bewitched and couldn't move at all.
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He felt as if time had stood still at this moment.