Soon, the other four guests also came downstairs one after another. They smelled the aroma of instant noodles and each started making midnight snacks.
Xu Sinian's dumpling-making skills finally came in handy.
Ming Yuxi took a bite of the dumplings under Xu Sinian's eager anticipation. She nodded before eating her portion with satisfaction.
Shen Jingwen and Chu Ziang washed some fruits and ate them.
Song Qingzhou was eating instant noodles. Ming Yuxi looked sideways and asked, "Qingzhou, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"
Song Qingzhou took a sip of noodle soup, put down the bowl, touched his belly and said, "Tomorrow is Sunday, I want to sleep in."
Chu Ziang looked at Mo Ziqian: "Mo Ziqian, don't you have any activities?"
Mo Ziqian also put down his chopsticks and said, "Wait until she sleeps in."
Shen Jingwen picked up a red tomato and put it in her mouth: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, two singles, what arrangements do you expect them to make?"
Xu Sinian said disapprovingly: "Yes, tomorrow is the first day of the couple's week, so we have to make good arrangements."
Song Qingzhou finally realized what the arrangement they were talking about was belatedly. She tried hard to think about what couples should do, and said in confusion: "Eating, shopping, watching movies?"
She subconsciously looked at Mo Ziqian, who looked back at her with a dull expression.
Ming Yuxi laughed out loud: "This is indeed something that all couples do, and it is a very good choice for you."
Song Qingzhou lay on the table and said feebly: "But I still want to sleep in."
Mo Ziqian put away the small pot and bowls used for cooking instant noodles and put them in the dishwasher. He returned to the dining table and said, "Then just sleep in and do what you like."
Song Qingzhou suddenly became energetic. She raised her head and looked at Mo Ziqian and said, "Okay, then I'll sleep in tomorrow."
Shen Jingwen suddenly felt that the red tomatoes in her mouth were a little sour. This kind of ignorant love is really nostalgic.
Chu Ziang handed her a peeled sugar orange: "This one is sweet."
Shen Jingwen looked at him deeply, took it and put it in her mouth to taste. It was indeed very sweet.
At this time, Xu Sinian picked up his phone and showed it to Ming Yuxi: "How about we go to this restaurant for dinner tomorrow? It is a very popular Internet celebrity restaurant recently."
Ming Yuxi sighed and said: "I have to go to school to work overtime tomorrow, poor migrant worker."
Xu Sinian sighed after hearing this: "Then I will go to work tomorrow. There are quite a few people with bad teeth recently."
So after everyone finished their midnight snack, they went back to their rooms to rest.
After Song Qingzhou read the novel for a while, he hugged the pillow and fell asleep happily.
As for Mo Ziqian downstairs, he was sitting in front of the computer, with dense browser search records on it:
“What do couples do on a first date?”
"How to be a good boyfriend?"
“Self-cultivation of the perfect object.”
Mo Ziqian lowered his head and took notes seriously. Within this week, he would definitely become a qualified candidate.
Early the next morning, Mo Ziqian went out after his morning exercise, while Song Qingzhou slept until he woke up naturally.
When she walked to the restaurant rubbing her eyes, a tempting fragrance came out.
Taking a closer look, Mo Ziqian was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron again, and Song Qingzhou's mind came back to the cold husband in the novel he read yesterday.
Mo Ziqian heard Song Qingzhou's heartfelt voice again, "A Cold Man", hasn't she finished reading this book yet?
Song Qingzhou was still narrating the plot of the novel she read yesterday. Mo Ziqian had to turn around and interrupt her: "The food will be ready soon. Wash your hands and get ready to eat."
Song Qingzhou obediently washed his hands and came back to find that Mo Ziqian had already set out the dishes and chopsticks. The dishes were very rich, including ribs and corn soup, sweet and sour fish, stir-fried green vegetables with mushrooms, and stir-fried winter bamboo shoots.
Song Qingzhou asked curiously: "Aren't you good at cooking Western food? This Chinese food is also very good, both delicious and delicious."
Mo Ziqian handed her a pair of chopsticks: "Have a taste."
Song Qingzhou picked up a piece of sweet and sour fish with chopsticks, and the sweet and sour taste instantly spread throughout his mouth. The meat was delicious, fresh but not fishy.
She gave Mo Ziqian a thumbs up, and Mo Ziqian also stretched out his chopsticks to taste it. He was quite satisfied with his craftsmanship. He explained: "I stayed abroad for a long time before, so Western food I eat more, but now I’m starting to learn how to cook Chinese food.”
Song Qingzhou tasted other dishes, and they were all very good. She swallowed the pork ribs in her mouth and said, "I still prefer Chinese food to Western food."
Mo Ziqian used serving chopsticks to pick up a handful of vegetables for her: "Eat more vegetables."
Song Qingzhou frowned slightly. She still preferred eating meat to vegetables, but she still ate the vegetables in the bowl obediently.
After eating, Song Qingzhou put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher, and then lay down comfortably on the sofa. After eating, his brain started to work a little slowly.
At this time, Mo Ziqian came over with a freshly baked cake and a plate of fresh fruit, and then turned on the TV in the living room. Song Qingzhou looked up and saw that the latest movie from Disney was on the TV. Big movie.
Song Qingzhou was surprised: "Is this movie also available on TV?"
Mo Ziqian: "Do you want to see it?"
Song Qingzhou picked up a small cake and ate it: "Look."
So the two sat in the living room and watched the movie together. Song Qingzhou watched intently, so Mo Ziqian would feed her from time to time. When the two-and-a-half-hour movie was over, Song Qingzhou subconsciously burped.
It turns out that not only when you are on the phone, but also when you are watching a movie, as long as someone hands you something, you will eat it.
Mo Ziqian cleaned up the garbage in the living room, and then asked Song Qingzhou if he wanted to go out for a walk.
Song Qingzhou touched his bloated belly and agreed to his proposal.
So the two of them walked to the small park in the villa area. Although it was said to be a small park, this park was actually much larger than Song Qingzhou's company.
The northwest wind in November blew against her face. Song Qingzhou shook herself, then put on the hood of her rabbit pajamas. The two long rabbit ears hung down on the back of her head. As she walked, Mo Ziqian swayed. I looked at it, then looked at it again, and couldn't help but reach out and tug on the rabbit's ears.
The rabbit ears were pulled, and Song Qingzhou turned around: "Mo Ziqian, what are you doing?"
Mo Ziqian let go of the rabbit ears, patted the clean rabbit ears gently and said, "A blade of grass was blown over by the wind and stuck to it."
Song Qingzhou felt suspicious: "Thank you."
The cameraman following behind was full of doubts: Why didn’t I see any blades of grass?
