When she returned to the villa on Wednesday night, Song Qingzhou saw her brand-new car. She looked at it several times excitedly before reluctantly parking it in the garage and waiting for dinner.
That's right, today's chefs are Mo Ziqian and Shen Jingwen.
Song Qingzhou looked at the sizzling steak in front of Mo Ziqian and emphasized again: "I want to eat it fully cooked."
Mo Ziqian nodded to indicate that he heard it. In order to cater to his personal taste, he fried the steak in three degrees of doneness, medium rare, medium rare and well done. He also prepared a variety of sauces, the main one being One to choose from.
Mo Ziqian also made a huge bowl of Caesar salad. Song Qingzhou tasted it and found it surprisingly delicious.
She originally didn't like eating this kind of lettuce leaves, it was like lambs eating grass, and it was so cold in winter, so it would be nice to eat some warm ones, but this Caesar salad made by Mo Ziqian was refreshing and delicious, and she just felt like eating it in her mouth Tender and crisp, it suits Song Qingzhou's appetite.
Of course, what Song Qingzhou likes more than Caesar salad is meat. Even for fully cooked steaks, the heat is very well controlled. Once you bite into it, the good beef is juicy and melts in your mouth. Pair it with various toppings. With different kinds of sauces, the taste levels are more varied.
Shen Jingwen cooked tomato pasta and made a large barbecue platter, using semi-finished products directly and the taste was very good.
After dinner, Mo Ziqian took Song Qingzhou to the gym on the first floor of the villa. Speaking of which, this was Song Qingzhou's first time here. She really didn't like sports very much.
There was no one in the gym. Mo Ziqian turned on the light and took out a small Bluetooth speaker. The melody of "Nightingale" flowed from the Bluetooth speaker and slowly echoed throughout the gym.
The dance that Mo Ziqian wanted to teach Song Qingzhou was the waltz, also known as the "Slow Three Steps".
It has graceful and soft characteristics. Through the movements of the knees, ankles, soles, heels and toes, combined with the lifting, tilting and swinging of the body, it drives the dance steps to move, making the dance steps undulating and continuous, and the dance postures are gorgeous and elegant.
Mo Ziqian put his left hand behind his back, bent down and stretched out his right hand, palm up.
Song Qingzhou was in a trance, as if she had become the heroine in a girlhood TV series. She stretched out her right hand and placed it on his palm, and then nothing happened.
Song Qingzhou scratched his head with his left hand and said, "Next step, where should I place my hand?"
The originally ambiguous and charming atmosphere dissipated completely in an instant.
Mo Ziqian patiently guided her: "Stand upright, put your feet together, lift your chest, tighten your abdomen, lift your hips slightly, and relax your knees naturally..."
An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Song Qingzhou sat down on the ground panting, with small beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. How could he be so tired from dancing a waltz?
Mo Ziqian, who was standing opposite her, didn't blush and was out of breath, as if the person who had just been stepped on a dozen times was not her at all.
Song Qingzhou raised his head and looked at Mo Ziqian through the white half-feather mask against the light. He felt that the warm yellow light in the gym formed a dizzy halo around him, and his eyes fell on his black feathers. On the half-mask, there was a pair of deep eyes, making it impossible to see his emotions at all.
The melody of "Nightingale" continued to flow, and the temperature in the gym was a bit high. Song Qingzhou subconsciously licked his dry lips and said, "Mo Ziqian, let's finish training today."
Mo Ziqian looked at her condescendingly and replied lightly, "Yes."
Mo Ziqian moved his palms hanging on both sides, and the coolness on her fingers seemed to be still there in the palms. Although the air conditioning in the gym was full, her fingers were still cold. After dancing for so long, they were not hot at all. .
Song Qingzhou continued to say feebly: "I'm sorry, I just stepped on you many times. My talent skill points are not focused on dancing."
Mo Ziqian still replied briefly with two words, "It's okay."
He turned around and walked to the water dispenser nearby. There seemed to be a faint fragrance of her body in the air around him as he walked, just like the fragrance on the passenger side of his car.
Mo Ziqian took a glass of water and handed it to Song Qingzhou. She raised her hand to take the glass and drank it in one gulp.
She drank too quickly, and a few drops of water slipped from the corners of her lips, passed over her smooth chin, and flowed down her fair and slender neck.
Mo Ziqian watched this scene, his Adam's apple moved unconsciously, and then he turned his head slightly.
Song Qingzhou continued to talk, but Mo Ziqian felt that he couldn't hear anything clearly, not even her inner voice.
It seemed that he could only hear the violent heartbeat. Whose heartbeat was it? It seemed that it was his own.
After Song Qingzhou finished speaking, Mo Ziqian stretched out his hand to pull her up, and warned her by the way: "If you have to get cold, don't sit all the time. When you have time, think about the dance moves I taught you today. It will still be the same time tomorrow." come here."
Song Qingzhou was angry. She had been talking earnestly for a long time, meaning that she was a rotten wood with no talent for dancing. She could just show off at the dance instead of practicing so hard and seriously. In the end, this person didn't listen at all. Does she speak?
Just when Song Qingzhou was about to refute this arrangement, he saw that his white sneakers were covered with traces of being stepped on. Although Song Qingzhou's soles were not very dirty, Mo Ziqian's sneakers were too white.
So Song Qingzhou felt a little guilty inexplicably. A person with a guilty conscience lacks confidence, so she could only say "Oh" silently and express her dissatisfaction in a weak and unreasonable way.
This is the humility engraved in the bones of migrant workers.
Reply "no problem" when agreeing.
Reply "Oh" when you disagree.
Mo Ziqian heard her inner complaints again and thought for a while not to dampen her enthusiasm for learning to dance, so he added: "If you review well, you can just study for half an hour tomorrow."
When Song Qingzhou pricked up his ears and heard these words, he felt a little more satisfied. His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked like a cat whose fur had been smoothed by its owner.
Mo Ziqian moved his fingers again.
At this time, Chu Ziang gently knocked on the glass on the side of the gym. Song Qingzhou looked over and saw him and Shen Jingwen standing there after pushing the door open, looking at this side with a smile.
Chu Ziang listened to the melody of "Nightingale", waved to them and said: "You two, we also want to use the venue here to practice dancing. Is your practice over?"
Song Qingzhou flattened the disposable water cup in his hand and said in a brisk tone: "Of course, you two are welcome."
After she pulled Mo Ziqian to take the Bluetooth speaker, she quickly walked past them and winked mischievously with Shen Jingwen.
Under Shen Jingwen's blue half-feather mask, her red lips were raised.
