Chapter 440 I'm Not Exaggerating

Lu Ziyi could clearly feel that her stomach had been stretched to its limit.

Just now, when he said to the camera that he could show off two bowls of rice, that was just an exaggeration for the effect of the show.

At this moment, this exaggerated statement became a fact.

She actually ate two big bowls of rice!

Looking at Xiaolei, her condition is not much better.

She was seen leaning back in the chair, looking very full.

Then, she suddenly sat up straight, stretched out a hand towards Lu Ziyi, and said anxiously: "Give it to me!"

Lu Ziyi looked puzzled: "What do you want?"

"That Master Su's homepage!"

Xiaolei said this with excitement glittering in her eyes.

"I've decided that after I get paid next week, I'm going to save some money specifically for the fixed cost of hiring Chef Su to come to my house to cook."

"At least twice a week! I really want to eat his cooking every day!"

After hearing this, Lu Ziyi couldn't help but complain, "You're someone who never even goes into the kitchen and orders takeout every day, and you don't even have a pot in the kitchen! What are you asking Chef Su to do? Are you asking him to bring his own kitchenware?"

Xiao Lei, however, didn't care about Lu Ziyi's doubts at all and said firmly, "I can buy a complete set of kitchenware for Master Su! I'll place the order now!"

As she spoke, she couldn't wait to pick up her phone and open the shopping app.

"I still have some money left from this month's salary, never mind, I'll buy a pot first!"

Xiaolei mumbled to herself, staring at the screen of her mobile phone, clicking her fingers non-stop.

In a blink of an eye, the shopping cart was instantly filled with more than a dozen kitchen utensils, including woks, soup pots, chopping boards, kitchen knives, spatulas, spoons, etc., as if moving the entire kitchen home.

Lu Ziyi was speechless when she saw Xiaolei placing orders crazily. She felt that Xiaolei had completely gone crazy.

But after thinking about it carefully, Lu Ziyi had to admit that he actually had similar thoughts deep in his heart.

After all, the food cooked by Master Su is so delicious. If I could really eat his food often, life would be so wonderful.

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Tuesday.

Xiaohui got up early in the morning and washed up.

Today is the moving day that I agreed with my best friend a long time ago.

It was still raining outside, so Xiaohui took a taxi directly to Qingqing's new home.

The taxi arrived at its destination.

The elevator door opened with a ding. Xiaohui had just walked to the door of Room 1802 when she heard the voices of the moving company staff talking one after another, mixed with the sound of items being moved.

She pushed open the door and saw the living room filled with labeled boxes, with two uniformed movers carrying the things.

"Qingqing, here I come!"

Xiaohui raised her voice and shouted.

Soon, a woman walked out of the bedroom quickly.

This woman is Song Qing, a good friend of Xiaohui who has known each other for many years.

Song Qing was wearing simple home clothes with her hair casually tied behind her head. As soon as she saw Xiaohui, a happy smile immediately appeared on her face.

"I'm sorry to bother you today, Xiaohui."

"What trouble is it? Why do we have to say such polite words between us? Your business is my business!" Xiaohui responded with a smile.

After the two exchanged a few brief greetings, Xiaohui began to look around, and soon her eyes were fixed on the kitchen.

Xiaohui walked quickly towards the kitchen and asked as she walked, "How's your kitchen cleanup going? Is everything in place?"

Song Qing followed closely behind with a smile, reaching out and gently pushing open the frosted glass door of the kitchen. With a smug look on his face, he said, "Of course it's all there! I know you're a chef and have high standards for the kitchen, so I specially cleaned up the kitchen first yesterday."

"You can leave the other rooms alone for now, but you have to make sure the kitchen is usable. Otherwise, how can you show off your culinary skills?"

The two had already agreed that when they moved to their new home, Xiaohui would be in charge of cooking and they would have a good time together.

In the kitchen, the brand new stainless steel stove was polished to a shine.

Various pots and pans are neatly placed next to the stove, with a full range of options, from woks to stew pots.

The spice rack is filled with unopened bottles and jars of soy sauce, vinegar, various spices, etc.

Song Qing stood aside, raised his chin proudly, and said: "Everything is very complete, just waiting for you!"

Xiao Hui nodded with satisfaction, smiled slightly, and said, "I won't be cooking tonight. I've invited a professional to come and cook!"

Hearing this, Song Qing's eyes widened, his face full of surprise.

"Hire someone to cook? You're not hiring a private chef from some big restaurant, are you? That would be so expensive! We're just a family gathering, so we can just have some home-cooked meals. There's really no need to spend so much money."

Xiaohui quickly shook her head and explained, "It's not some high-end chef. It's a home cooking service I found on an app."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but think of yesterday's shredded pork with green peppers and hand-shredded cabbage.

The rich aroma and perfect taste seem to still linger on the tip of your tongue.

She swallowed subconsciously and said seriously, "I'm telling you, I've definitely hit the jackpot this time. This guy's cooking is insanely delicious! It's so delicious it's totally unjust!"

Song Qing listened and shook his head in amusement: "Don't you always say that your own cooking is the best? Why are you suddenly praising others so much?"

"I'm not exaggerating. I'm far behind them."

"In front of this master, I feel like a complete rookie who knows nothing. You haven't tasted his cooking. Once you have tasted it, you will know."

Xiaohui touched her nose embarrassedly.

"Do you have to be so exaggerated~"

Song Qing was amused by Xiaohui's serious look: "Don't you usually cook for yourself? Why did you suddenly think of having someone come to cook for you?"

Xiaohui decided to start from the beginning: "Yesterday my boyfriend forgot to bring his keys, so he found a locksmith who came to our house to cook."

However, as soon as he started talking, visible confusion appeared on Song Qing's face.

What does it mean to hire a locksmith who comes to your house to cook?

This sounds so weird, so niche and hard to understand.

She subconsciously scratched her ears, wondering if she had heard it wrong.

Xiaohui finished telling the story of how Wang Jiale went to find a locksmith yesterday but unexpectedly had delicious food.

Song Qing's expression suddenly became very strange. He blinked with a hint of surprise and amusement in his eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was trying hard not to laugh out loud.

"So your boyfriend just wanted to find a locksmith, but ended up having him cook a meal for him?"

She deliberately emphasized the words "unlocking" and "cooking".

"It's a home cooking service after all!"

Xiaohui quickly corrected him, "Master Su's profile clearly states 'professional locksmith'. He's officially registered."

Just when Xiaohui and Song Qing were chatting enthusiastically, a crisp voice suddenly came from the door: "Sister Qing, I'm here!"

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(End of this chapter)