Song Yunhui said as she put on her apron, "I'm really good down there."

Although he usually looks like a person who just wants to eat and wait for death, he actually has a skill.

I had learned before and tried to make a longevity noodle for Zhong Xu’s birthday, but he just took a look at it, didn’t eat it, and ran to pick up Song Zishu who was said to be lost.

Thinking about it now, he could only remain silent politely in the face of this outrageous and bloody plot.

Today's map software is very advanced, and real-time navigation is a good thing, but there are always people who like to go back to basics.

The person who can accompany someone to return to nature, either because he is stupid or because he is willing to be stupid with him.

He should have seen it at this time, but his mind was not clear at that time. The past twenty years of life have begun to become vaguely blurred. He always feels that it is someone else's story and he is more like a spectator.

The emotions and feelings that were once so strong that they were a bit suffocating are now not felt much.

Song Yunhui wasn't sure whether this was due to a change in the plot or if he had really changed. He didn't care and didn't want to delve into it.

Now when I think about it, I just feel lucky that I have learned a little and I still have something to do for Qin Shu.

The light in the kitchen was also warm yellow. Song Yun felt it was not bright enough, so he turned on all the lights. The kitchen instantly became much brighter, illuminating her beautiful eyes.

After not seeing each other for quite a while, Orange mercifully rolled around in Qin Shu's arms a few times to show his welcome, then began to pull at his sleeves out of boredom, and finally lay down in his hat, curled up into a ball with his eyes squinted to take a short rest.

Qin Shu held the orange in his hand, glanced across the kitchen, and then looked away.

Then I scanned it again.

Take another look.

Song Yunhui did not brag this time, but at least his posture looked very professional, with the confidence and calmness of a master.

Master Song turned around and asked:

“Should the noodles be cooked in cold or hot water?”

“…”

A moment’s silence.

Song Yunhui gave a fake smile.

It's been so long that I have forgotten the specific details.

Qin Shu said, "Put it in hot water."

Song Yunhui immediately agreed, with a straight face, and nodded vigorously, saying, "I think so too."

After getting the definite answer, he turned around to process the noodles again, his back still revealing the indifference and pride unique to a veteran.

Qin Shu silently drank a glass of water to fill his stomach. After all, something was better than nothing.

The agent just sent a message, and he lowered his head to reply, occasionally looking up at Song Yunhui who was still busy in the kitchen. Time passed unexpectedly quickly.

After replying to two more messages, when I looked up, there was already an irresistible fragrance in my nose.

Song Yunhui seemed to have already prepared the noodles and tried to bring it over before the bowl reacted, but failed.

All his mental activities are reflected in his face, and you can understand it with a little understanding:

Damn, it was discovered by the bowl.

Qin Shu stood up and said, "Let me do it."

Song Yun turned his head and refused, saying, "Sit down."

Today it is the tough Master Song.

Qin Shu then sat down obediently. Master Song was completely satisfied with the tall, long-legged man with a cold face sitting there in an orderly manner.

When the noodles were served, the aroma wafted over.

It is a very simple small noodle with a signature golden fried egg on top, chopped green onions and coriander on top, and vegetable leaves underneath. It looks surprisingly good.

Song Yun, who usually has two normal meals out of three, said that to prepare two bowls like this, he must have used up all the space in his refrigerator.

The dining table was not very big. Two people sat facing each other with two bowls of noodles facing each other, which looked quite nice.

Song Yunhui was very satisfied with his results. He took out his mobile phone to take two photos, then put it down with satisfaction.

Qin Shu also took a rare photo.

Song Yun looked up at him, and Qin Shu understood what he meant and said, "This is to commemorate the first time you cooked for me."

Song Yunhui nodded: "We have to commemorate it well."

The noodles look delicious and taste good. It’s been quite cold today, so they’re perfect for warming up your stomach.

With a warm feeling in his stomach, Song Yunhui's expression became more relaxed. His eyes, which usually smiled, looked a little brighter, making it impossible to take your eyes off him.

There was fruit after dinner. Song Yunhui moved the battle position to the living room and moved the oranges to the sofa.

The two of them sat down next to each other on the sofa. Song Yunhui excitedly opened his cup and solemnly announced to the world that he had cooked delicious noodles today.

[AAA Tea Wholesale Egg Boss: I cooked noodles today, Qin Shu ate it and said it was delicious [thumbs up] [picture]]

Perhaps due to his usual activeness comparable to that of a navy, the netizens who followed him also adapted to his high-frequency big-eyed boy and rushed to the scene immediately after seeing the prompt.

[There is a bowl edge in the upper right corner. Is Mr. Egg cooking for his friends today? ]

[It’s fake, I’m dispelling the rumor. Qin Shu is having dinner with me tonight [Mesmerizing.jpg]]

[I don't believe it unless you give it to me]

[So no matter who cooks, these two people get to eat, but I am like a dog on the road, getting kicked every day for no reason QAQ]

[Qin Shu: I never said that]

[Hahahaha, is Mr. Dan also a fan of Qin Shu? ]

[It looks delicious, Mr. Egg, marry me! 】

…

After Song Yun replied to Big Eyes, he didn’t read it again.

He was admiring Qin Shu's photo album.

There are a lot of things in Qin Shu's photo album, but there are only a few photos, so it looks empty.

Song Yunhui discovered that the first photo in Qin Shu's photo was the one he took of him when they went shopping before.

It's pretty nice.

He closed his eyes, shook hands with Qin Shu, and said, "What an honor."

Qin Shu had completely understood Song Yunhui's way of thinking and replied, "My honor."

The latest one is the one I just took.

Song Yun replied in surprise, "It looks better than mine."

After that, he still looked at Big Eyes online with courtesy.

Song Yunhui reached out to take an orange and peeled it slowly. Just as he took a bite, a notification sound came from his cell phone.

He was familiar with this voice; it was the voice of new developments from the blogger he followed.

He stuffed the peeled orange into Qin Shu's hand and picked up his cell phone.

【Qin Shu V: Very delicious [Like][Picture]】

Song Yunhui couldn't help but laughed out loud.

It was a very brief sentence, but he could probably imagine how difficult it was for the person sitting next to him to find something to like among all the little expressions.

He gave a thumbs up to the hard-working actor Qin Qin.

【??? If my account has been hacked, I will post another one! 】

[I just came out of Dan Zong, and I didn’t expect to be hit again here]

【Who is the egg? 】

[Two bowls! Who! Who is it! Mr. Qin has a girlfriend? ]

[Don't panic, it's a friend, the guy next door]

[I’m not panicking, I’m relieved. I thought Mr. Qin would always be single [Old mother crying.jpg]]

[I finally remembered why I followed Mr. Dan. I had completely forgotten that he and Mr. Qin followed each other.]

[(A new unpopular CP has appeared)]

[Wuwuwu, I want to eat wuwuwuwu too, eggs, rice, rice, I’m hungry]

Song Yun looked back for a long time and finally realized that Mr. Qin was the nickname given to him by Qin Shu's fans.

He thought about it briefly and found that he didn't seem to have many fans, let alone a nickname, so he gave up.

It must be because of Qin Shu's big eyes. In such a short period of time, the number of likes on his ordinary daily sharing suddenly increased sharply, and his phone kept ringing.

After turning off the background notification sound, the world finally became quiet.

After chatting for a while, seeing that it was getting late, Song Yunhui stuffed a few more oranges into Qin Shu's hands and sent him out.

After closing the door, Song Yunhui walked to the bedroom door and stopped again.

I'm still very energetic and don't want to sleep at all.

Returning to the living room and slowly sinking into the sofa, he picked up his cell phone to see if there were any fun places in the nearby city.

As soon as I opened a travel software, I received several messages on WeChat.

The first thing he read was the message from Qin Shufa.

He asked him if he wanted to go out for a walk tomorrow. It was in the next city and there were said to be many tourist attractions.

This didn't hit him hard.

Song Yunhui agreed immediately. The two chatted for a while, and finally ended with Chengzi waking up and making a fuss.

After chatting with Qin Shu, Song Yun returned to check other unread messages.

It was Bai Linhua, who said he was now in City B. He asked if he had time to meet tomorrow if he was nearby, as he had something to communicate.

Song Yunhui refused, saying that City B was too far away and he couldn't go.

They had worked together several times before, and the communication via WeChat and phone was very smooth, without having to do anything extra.

After typing the last word, he seemed to finally remember something. He went back to look at the location Bai Linhua sent the message to, switched the chat box and checked the place Qin Shu mentioned.

“…”

It's actually a city, how can I say it's a coincidence.

But it was not a big problem. The city was so big, and they didn't know each other, so it was impossible for them to bump into each other.

Bai Linhua expressed regret.

End of conversation.

After looking at the time and thinking about the time to get up tomorrow, Song Yunhui finally gave up the idea of ​​playing games and chose to go to bed.

A dreamless night.

Early the next morning, when the alarm rang, Song Yunhui reached out and slapped it away without any hesitation.

The room is filled with sunlight.

The person on the deathbed suddenly sat up in shock from his dying illness.

He casually put on an undershirt, got up, brushed his teeth, washed up, and then put on his coat.

The hand that was about to pick up the coat he usually wore stopped, then turned around and took down the pink sweater.

When he went out, Qin Shu was already waiting for him.

He was standing next to the car, tall and long-legged, dressed almost the same as usual, the only difference was the clothes he was wearing.

The pink sweatshirt is loose and matches well with that icy face that never changes.

Pink and cool guys really go well together.

Song Yunhui trotted over, raised his head with a smile, and asked, "Handsome brother, can we go out and play together?"

Those light-colored pupils looked even more dazzling in the sunlight.

Qin Shu opened the car door and said, "Yes, please."