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Of course, Song Chujiu would definitely not prepare anything for Xiao Moqing.
Song Chujiu is a person who strives for perfection. The food he makes is full of color, flavor, and presentation. Xiao Moqing has seen it many times.
However, she did not expect that Xiao Moqing would make such a request.
It¡¯s really¡ a little weird.
He used her identity to threaten, but he just wanted to eat the porridge she cooked?
"okay, I get it."
Song Chujiu picked up the medicine on the side and said, "It's time for you to take medicine."
Xiao Moqing took it very cooperatively.
After Xiao Moqing finished taking the medicine, Song Chujiu turned around and left.
"The ninth day of the Song Dynasty."
Song Chujiu paused in his steps and looked back at him.
The corners of Xiao Moqing's lips raised an inconspicuous curve, "Compared to before, I think you seem to be more interesting now."
Song Chujiu frowned slightly. Although he was still wary of him in his heart, he still couldn't help but sarcastic words.
"Mr. Xiao, do you suffer from masochism?"
When she loved him to death, he treated her without any pretense. Now that she is causing trouble for him every day, she still finds it interesting?
What makes Song Chujiu feel incredible the most is¡ª¡ª
"It seems so."
Song Chujiu endured it, but in the end he didn¡¯t say anything.
"You can rest, I'm out."
During dinner, Song Chujiu actually cooked porridge for Xiao Moqing himself.
When Xiao Rong saw it, he couldn't help but "tsk, tsk" in surprise.
"Song Chujiu, I found that you are really good in the hall and in the kitchen."
The aroma wafts in the kitchen, coupled with the good-looking appearance, even Xiao Rong, who doesn't usually like porridge, can't help but move his index fingers and want to have a taste.
"Song Chujiu, leave a copy for me when you're done."
Song Chujiu said as he sprinkled the wolfberry, "I only did Xiao Moqing's job."
"This is better! My brother may not eat it anyway. If he doesn't eat it, bring it to me!"
Song Chujiu glanced at Xiao Rong and said nothing.
An hour later, Song Chujiu served the porridge at a moderate temperature.
Xiao Moqing has stomach problems. Now that he has just woken up, his stomach is even more delicate and he cannot eat irritating food.
When he opened the door and came in, Xiao Moqing was reading a financial newspaper.
He really couldn't take any time off.
"Mr. Xiao, it's time to eat."
Xiao Moqing put down the newspaper and glanced at the porridge in Song Chujiu's hand.
"Um."
Seeing his appearance, Song Chujiu gritted his teeth secretly.
This is the time to ask her to feed him again.
This man really made her feel troubled all the time.
He clearly knew that she was in no position to refuse.
The reluctance on Song Chujiu's face was so obvious that it was difficult to ignore it.
Xiao Moqing looked at the spoon resting on his lips and suddenly asked: "When someone makes you unhappy, you will immediately take revenge. If someone is kind to you, you will immediately want to repay it?"
Song Chujiu¡¯s face was dull, ¡°Why, do I look like an ungrateful person?¡±
"No, I just didn't expect you to meddle in other people's business."
Song Chujiu raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "It is not a big deal to help others within the scope of my ability. If it is beyond the scope of my ability, even if the other party dies in front of my eyes, I might It will only be indifferent."
Xiao Moqing did not speak anymore, but concentrated on tasting the porridge cooked by Song Chujiu himself.
It is sweet and soft in the mouth and has a long aftertaste. It is actually more delicious than the one made by the chef invited at home. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com