"Um... Uncle Song," Su Qingluan looked at the middle-aged man who smiled particularly gently, "just call me Qingluan as usual."
But Songbo shook his head: "Madam, the etiquette cannot be neglected," he paused, then added, "But madam, don't be too nervous, just stay as usual."
Su Qingluan muttered in a low voice: "It's not like I'm really marrying Mu Xingzhi..."
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan and teased: "Why, Qingluan really wants to marry me?"
What? Su Qingluan was stunned and looked at Mu Xingzhi: Has this guy's persona of a gentle and handsome young man collapsed? Although he knew that this guy was not as gentle and harmless as he seemed, since his appearance showed his true appearance last night, Su Qingluan always felt that Mu Xingzhi's character had gradually revealed a little bit of his true self.
"...I actually don't want to..." Su Qingluan told the truth, "Although your face...well, your appearance is very attractive, but I haven't yet had the consciousness to die under the peonies."
After listening to Su Qingluan's words, Song Bo almost burst into tears - dying under the peonies or something...
Mu Xingzhi was obviously amused again. Although he didn't laugh out loud, his crescent-shaped eyes still betrayed his mood.
After laughing for a moment, Mu Xingzhi pointed to the food on the table: "Eat quickly, otherwise the food will be cold later. After all, it's already autumn, so it's better not to eat cold food."
Su Qingluan nodded when she heard this: She is indeed hungry.
Looking from a distance, the porridge is yellow and clear, and it looks like millet porridge, but in addition to millet porridge, there is also thin pumpkin puree, which tastes soft, glutinous and fragrant, and has the sweetness of pumpkin.
Su Qingluan looked at Song Bo: "I really didn't realize that Song Bo's craftsmanship was so good. This porridge is so delicious!" After that, he tasted another mouthful of red date cake. Except for the red dates on the top, there was still date meat inside. stuffing.
But I don’t know if it’s a craftsmanship problem or it’s intentional. The filling inside is not fine jujube paste, but cut into pieces. Although it’s not as delicate as pure jujube paste, it has a different chewing feel. It’s not difficult. eat.
Being praised so frankly by Su Qingluan, Songbo shook his head: "I don't dare to do anything in front of my wife."
In a sense, this is not wrong. After all, although Songbo's cooking skills are good, he is only limited to the scope of "home cooking", while Su Qingluan is more good at some "high-end cuisines", so there are many comparisons Home-cooked food can also make her make it feel special.
From a technical perspective, Songbo's cooking skills are naturally far inferior to Su Qingluan's.
However, Su Qingluan had her own standards for judging the level of cooking skills, so she raised her head and looked at Songbo: "You are wrong to say that. The dishes I am good at are more in The desserts sold in places like restaurants are only designed for rich people to enjoy, but home-cooked dishes like Songbo are different."
Su Qingluan picked up the stir-fried ginkgo with celery in front of her with chopsticks: "Although the way of making home-cooked dishes does not require so many complicated skills, as long as the chef's emotions are infused, that is the most important thing. Song Bo's meal The rice is 'warm'."
Songbo was startled: "The rice and vegetables just out of the pot are naturally warm..."
The corner of Su Qingluan's mouth twitched: Old man, I can't accept your words because you are so upright...
Mu Xingzhi couldn't help but laugh beside him: "Song Bo was born in the military and sometimes he is too loyal and upright. Qingluan, you can just praise him for his delicious cooking."
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "I eat so happily, doesn't it mean that it doesn't show this? After all, facts speak louder than words, right?"
After hearing this, Songbo immediately smiled and nodded: "In that case, my master and madam will use it with caution. Songbo will leave first." After that, he left the room completely to the two of them.
So Su Qingluan refocused her attention on the six dishes in front of her.
Although there are six dishes, the number of dishes is not very big. They are all served in a container that is larger than a "plate" but not enough to be a "plate". If I insist on saying so, it can only be called a "small dish". plate."
After all, it is breakfast, and these six dishes are not too greasy. In addition to the previous dish of fried ginkgo with celery, there are also cold shredded bamboo shoots, green bitter gourd, stir-fried shredded three shreds, and vinegared cabbage. The only meat dish is boiled chicken, which is also very light in taste and is perfect for waking up the stomach in the sleepy time of the morning.
Su Qingluan was eating happily, and in a blink of an eye, she saw that Mu Xingzhi barely took a few bites, just watching her without stopping her chopsticks.
"What, you don't want to eat?" Su Qingluan moved her eyes to the other person's wheelchair again, "So I think sitting like this every day will still affect your appetite, right?"
Mu Xingzhi laughed when he heard this: "Do you really not understand what I am looking at?"
Su Qingluan slowed down her chopstick movements: How could she not know? It was just that Mu Xingzhi was a little strange, why she clearly heard the other party and Songbo talking, but did not show the slightest intention to inquire.
"Whatever you are willing to tell me, you will explain it yourself without me having to say a word; if you are not willing to say it, no matter what I ask, you will not say a word, so why should I ask?"
She wasn't trying to act stupid, but she didn't want to get into trouble either.
Mu Xingzhi smiled slightly: "Sure enough, I still like your character Qingluan very much." As he said that, Mu Xingzhi held the wide sleeves with one hand with his left hand, stretched out his right hand and put the cold bamboo shoots in the corner on Su Qing In front of Luan, "Hey, don't you want to eat?"
"How do you know?" Su Qingluan turned her head in surprise.
Although she had just tried to grab the shredded bamboo shoots, the distance was too far, and she had to stand up directly if she wanted to eat them.
Although Su Qingluan was relatively familiar with Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo, she had not yet reached the level of disregarding image in order to eat a dish, so after knowing that she could not reach the shredded bamboo shoots, she did the next best thing and took a bite. The cabbage heart with vinegar was closer to her in front of the bamboo shoots.
I just didn't expect Mu Xingzhi to be such a man of observation. Su Qingluan thought that her movements were very smooth, and she didn't even back down after trying to pick up the bamboo shoots. How on earth did this guy know what she was thinking? What? Is it really necessary to have the ability to read minds?
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan's unpredictable expression and smiled: "Qingluan's thoughts are not difficult to guess, but there is no need to be so panicked. I just have some skills in recognizing people, so most people in front of me Qingluan is not the only one who can't hide his thoughts."
The corner of Su Qingluan's mouth twitched: ...Should I say thank you to this guy for his "comfort"? But I was not comforted at all...
Just as Su Qingluan had thought before, what Mu Xingzhi wanted to tell him would come out on his own without waiting for Su Qingluan to ask. When the two of them were drinking tea in the room after the meal, Su Qingluan heard the conversation between the master and the slave in the morning.
"Short couch? Are you serious?" She thought it was just a joke to tease her about her poor sleeping posture.
Mu Xingzhi smiled half-heartedly and said, "Of course I am serious. Otherwise, according to Qingluan's sleeping state, I will really be bad at it before long."
"..." She moved her eyes away guiltily, and Su Qingluan muttered in silence for a long time, "Although few people enter the dormitory, there is no guarantee that there will be no one, right? What if there is an extra couch seen by irrelevant people? ?”
