How could Cen Yue guess so accurately? Was he a roundworm in his previous life?

Song Yiyi picked up the meat from the pot and attentively brought it to Cen Yue's bowl.

"Eat meat, eat meat."

Cen Yue looked at the pot, then at the bowl of sesame oil, "You can't cook?"

He clearly remembered that Song Yiyi had fried chicken before and sent it to the army for Gu Chengze to eat.

Why do you just make do with this?

"Yes, I won't starve to death."

Song Yiyi urged, "Try it. This is... a way of eating it that I discovered by accident. It's very good!"

She originally wanted to say that it was her favorite, but then she thought that this spicy hot pot was not yet popular.

They are in the north, and currently they only have hot pot.

Under Song Yiyi's expectant gaze, Cen Yue picked up the meat and ate it.

After that...his whole face changed color.

“Cough…cough cough…”

Song Yiyi was quick to grab the water cup and hand it to Cen Yue.

It took a while for Cen Yue to stop coughing.

Song Yiyi was puzzled and picked up a piece of meat to taste it. It was obviously not spicy!

"Commander, you can't handle spicy food?"

No wonder the dishes he ate were relatively light when I first met him.

But the last time we got our marriage certificate and went to a state-owned restaurant, Cen Yue also ordered spicy dishes.

Cen Yue held the edge of the table with one hand and waved it away: "No, I just choked."

He pursed his lips uncomfortably and said, "Eat it."

Only then did Song Yiyi feel relieved.

To show my hospitality as a good host and also to shut Cen Yue up.

Song Yiyi kept frying meat and vegetables, and then gave some to Cen Yue to eat, so his bowl was never empty.

During this time, Cen Yue also talked to her about some other things.

For example, what has she been doing recently and whether she has any plans for the future.

Song Yiyi had been craving hot pot for a long time, and when she finally got to eat it, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

She answered while eating, "I don't have any plans, I'll just take it one step at a time."

Song Yiyi thought about going to college.

This is the easiest way to get a job.

But she had a nightmare that night. In the dream, she entered the examination room with dazed eyes. She was so nervous that her pen stopped writing ink and she didn't know how to answer any of the questions.

She was so anxious that she almost cried in the examination room.

Wake up and give up.

Her fragile heart could not bear the fear of being dominated by the question.

She has thought about it. At worst, she can save some money and open a store in a couple of days.

Just after the reform and opening up.

With prophetic abilities, opportunities are still very seizable.

But right now she hasn't had enough of lying down and doesn't want to work hard.

"The house application has been approved."

Cen Yue drank the entire glass of water in one gulp, poured himself another, and said slowly, "After the banquet, you move in with me."

Song Yiyi suddenly felt that the meat in her mouth no longer tasted delicious.

She picked up half a plate of green onions and poured them into the pot.

After pouring it out, he shouted exaggeratedly, "Oops! Chief, I'm sorry, I forgot you don't eat onions."

This plate of green onions was prepared in advance by Song Yiyi.

She likes to eat coriander and green onions in hot pot. They are sweet after being cooked and quite delicious.

But after Cen Yue came, Song Yiyi decided not to eat.

This is pure revenge at this point.

Cen Yue put down his chopsticks and said, "No, I'm full. I'll just watch you eat."

His face was full of interest as he stared at Song Yiyi.

Song Yiyi's little cleverness couldn't continue any longer.

Just face it directly.

She asked tentatively: "How about I just move there?"

There’s no need for a banquet.

"Song Yiyi, do you really not want to marry me?"

A hint of coldness flashed across Cen Yue's eyes.