Chapter 22 Can we go on a date?

The next day.

When Song Xi came out after washing up, she saw a tall man standing in front of the mirror, neatly dressed and tying his tie slowly.

It's the one she gave me yesterday.

The red tie looks particularly charming against his cold and handsome face.

Song Xi leaned against the door frame and admired it: "Red suits you very well. It seems that I have good taste."

Jing Zhuo turned around and saw her, took off the half-tied tie, held it in his hand and asked her for help.

"Then let my wife help me tie it. I've tried several times but can't tie it properly."

Song Xi: “…”

She had clearly seen him tie it very well just now.

She walked over, took the tie, straightened it, put it around his neck, and straightened the collar of his shirt.

He was very tall, and Song Xi had to tilt her head back slightly to see his entire face in his shirt and tie.

The two were very close, and his shallow breath fell on Jing Zhuo's neck, with a faint scent of roses.

Mixed with the scent of cedar, it becomes a bit sweeter.

Jing Zhuo inexplicably recalled that many years ago, at He's house, his pajamas were washed by Aunt Wang and hung on the terrace.

One night when I put it away to wear, it smelled the same sweet smell.

Later I asked Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang smiled and said, "It was windy this afternoon, and your clothes were blown onto the terrace next door. The girl next door picked them up and washed them for you."

Later, he often saw some clothes hanging on the terrace.

There are small skirts and suspenders.

Even when the sun is shining, small pieces of fabric like underwear will be hung.

When the wind blew from west to east, the faint scent of roses would drift over, softly sweeping across his entire terrace and then drifting into the room.

He smelled it all summer.

"Okay, very handsome~"

Qingyue's pleasant voice sounded, bringing his thoughts back.

Jing Zhuo looked at her face and asked suddenly, "Are you free this weekend?"

"Um?"

"If so, we can go on a date," he said.

This sentence reminded Song Xi that she almost forgot that they were still in the process of getting married first and falling in love later, and they had the task of cultivating their relationship.

Song Xi thought for a moment and said, "I have a photo shoot this Saturday afternoon and will be out on location on Sunday, but I'll be off work very early on Friday. Why don't we make an appointment on Friday night and do it at home?"

Jing Zhuo's eyes darkened: "Do it?"

"Cook!" Song Xi added quickly, dispelling his momentary thought.

"You cooked so many meals for me yourself, and I'm thinking of asking you to taste my cooking skills next time. How about that?"

Hearing the word "do", Jing Zhuo's brows fell back.

"good."

He raised his hand, placed his big palm on top of her head, and touched her soft and fluffy long hair.

"Then I'm going to work."

"Um."

"I'll be back early in the evening." He suddenly added.

"Okay~"

“I’ll drink less alcohol.”

Song Xi looked puzzled: "?"

What's with this cautious tone when reporting to my wife?

She's not a tigress, and she never told him not to drink, right?

Only three days after her wedding, she was already regarded as a tigress before she even showed her power.

!

On Friday night, Song Xi got off work early, bought some groceries, and prepared to cook at home.

Jing Zhuo went on a business trip temporarily and came back that day. He went to He's house again and brought back a portion of lamb legs pickled by his grandparents in the neighboring city.

Jingrong and Zhang Youqi are old and love to eat homemade food made by the older generation.

When he entered the room, Zhang Hening had just returned home from get off work and was lying on the sofa with his cat in his arms. When he saw Jing Zhuo coming back, he immediately ran to take the things.

"Hey, big brother, your tie is so bright! Don't you hate red? Your mom asked you to wear red socks and long johns during your zodiac year, but you refused... Wait, why does this tie look so familiar?"

Jing Zhuo pressed her head and turned her towards the kitchen.

"Why are you talking so much? Put the things in the refrigerator."

"oh……"

Zhang Hening carried the dried-up leg of lamb and put it in the refrigerator.

When he came back, Jing Zhuo had already taken off his tie, folded it carefully and put it in the inside pocket of his suit.

She didn't dare to open his pocket to look, so she had to give up.

Back on the sofa, he called Song Xi: "Baby, do you want to come to my house and eat lamb shanks?"

I don’t know what was said on the other end, but Zhang Hening just raised his voice.

"What do you mean by cooking? That man actually asked you to cook for him. How ridiculous!"

"Since ancient times, men have been cooking and women have been at the table. He simply doesn't follow male ethics!"

"Don't cook for him. Just say you're busy. Come to my house. We'll eat the lamb shanks and then go out to eat hot pot all night!"

There were a few vague responses from the other end, and Zhang Hening babble a few words before hanging up the phone in disappointment.

When I turned my head, I saw Jing Zhuo standing beside me with a gloomy look and cold eyes.

"Brother, why are you glaring at me again? I didn't provoke you, did I?" Zhang Hening was confused.

Jing Zhuo picked up the car keys and said coldly:

“Stop destroying other people’s family relationships.”

Zhang Hening: “???”

Jing Zhuo walked to the door and turned to glare at her:

"Don't give your bestie bad advice in the future. She has a family and her own life. You're not her closest person. Pay attention to boundaries and distance."

Zhang Hening: Huh???

My bestie didn't say anything, why are you talking so much nonsense?!

With a "bang", the door was closed.

Jing Zhuo increased his speed and returned home half an hour later. The living room was brightly lit, the kitchen was filled with crackling sounds, and the air was filled with the aroma of food.

The kitchen door was half-open, and warm yellow light poured in. Inside was a slender figure. The woman had her back to him, her long hair tied up in a lazy bun at the back of her head, and she was wearing an apron and was savoring the soup with her head down.

This picture is so warm.

Jing Zhuo felt warm in his heart, a feeling that was hard to describe.

He changed his shoes, took off his coat and hung it in the entrance hall, rolled up his sleeves, and walked silently into the kitchen.

"You're back?"

Song Xi turned around and saw him. She smiled and said, "Wash your hands. The meal will be ready soon."

"Why don't you wait for me to come back and do it together?"

Jing Zhuo looked at the dishes on the table. There were meat and vegetables, soup and fish. It was very rich and very laborious.

"It's very quick to cook. I just made it by myself when I had nothing to do."

Song Xi brought the food to the dining room and sat opposite him, her eyes bright and clear.

She doesn't cook much, but she's a very good cook.

When I lived with my uncle and aunt, I often conquered their taste buds with my cooking skills.

Jingzhuo was very considerate and ate two bowls of rice.

He praised it without hesitation: "It tastes great, he's good enough to be a chef."

Song Xi smiled brightly: "Right, I have strong arms. Not only can I carry a camera, but I'm also an expert at flipping a wok."

"But cooking is hard work and produces a lot of smoke. I will ask an aunt to come and clean and cook next week so you don't have to cook all the time." Jing Zhuo said.

A man doesn't need a woman to cook for him. He thinks the kitchen is tiring and smoky, and he solves this problem perfectly.

This shows that this man has very positive and new-age thinking.

Song Xi smiled and supported herself with her hands, looking at him: "Okay."

But in the end, Song Xi only ate half a bowl of rice.

After dinner, Jing Zhuo cleared the table and put the dishes into the dishwasher.

When I turned around, I saw Song Xi leaning against the door frame. She had changed into a short skirt, put on lipstick, and had her long curly hair loose. She looked pretty and charming, with sparkling eyes.

"Well, I'm going out for a while. You can have fun at home and go to bed on time. You don't have to wait for me."

Jing Zhuo: "Where are you going?"

"Eating hot pot with my bestie."

“…”