Song Ci prepared today's steak with great care.
Song Ci's cooking skills are pretty good, especially when she cooks seriously, the food she makes is even more delicious. Han Zhan finished a steak in big mouthfuls, wiped his mouth, and said, "It's delicious, have another one."
Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Let's eat later. Otherwise, when the guests come, others will eat, and you will sit aside and eat air?"
Han Zhan could only continue to starve.
After pouring a glass of water and drinking it, Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "What can I do?"
"You know your own physical condition well, so feel free to help."
"good."
Song Ci was making cream of mushroom soup, and Han Zhan stood by to chop the mushrooms. The two worked together to make the mushroom soup, and Song Ci's baguette was baked.
Han Zhan put on heat-insulating gloves and took out the baguette.
The baguette made of Song Dynasty porcelain is very authentic. The surface is crispy, and when you cut it, you will find a honeycomb shape inside with many bubbles, and it is creamy white in color.
Han Zhan cut a slice, couldn't help but add some Lao Gan Ma, and secretly took a bite.
He likes to have Lao Gan Ma when eating baguette.
"Delicious!" Han Zhan considerately cut the baguette into small slices and arranged them on a long plate. He thought the food made by Songci was so beautiful that he couldn't help but take a picture and post it on WeChat Moments.
Having learned from his previous mistakes, Han Zhan asked Song Ci before posting the photo: "I want to post it on WeChat Moments. Do I need to edit it for you?"
Han Zhan planned to post a nine-square grid, eight of which were pictures of Song Ci's delicious dishes, and in the middle was a beautiful photo of Song Ci. In the photo, Song Ci was wearing only a haze blue turtleneck sweater, and her long black hair was casually fixed behind her head with a white jade hairpin, with a few strands hanging down.
She was wearing a white apron, and under the warm yellow light, Song Ci exuded beauty and warmth from head to toe.
Song Ci placed the asparagus on a plate first, then took off her gloves and turned her head to look at the photo Han Zhan had taken. Seeing herself in Han Zhan's photo, Song Ci was a little surprised.
Song Ci said, "Brother Han, do you think I look very gentle like this?"
Song Ci has two children, but she is actually very young, having just turned 24 this summer. Other girls at the age of 24 are still studying for a master's degree, working hard, and having blushing and heart-pounding love affairs.
But she was getting further and further away on the path to becoming a beautiful young woman.
Song Ci felt a little melancholy. "I feel like I'm getting old."
Han Zhan disagreed when he heard Song Ci's words. He touched Song Ci's cheek. Her face was incredibly smooth and delicate, but she didn't look old at all.
"What's old about? Brother Han doesn't feel old at 34." After meeting Song Ci, Han Zhan is getting younger and younger.
Song Ci smiled.
"The photo is just like this, it looks good, my wife is naturally beautiful." Mainly because Han Zhan likes the original photo, it warms his heart no matter how he looks at it.
Song Ci and Han Zhan rarely saw eye to eye. She nodded and said, "Okay, send it."
Han Zhan sent it.
"alright."
Song Ci has already prepared the meal.
She washed her hands, took out her phone from her apron pocket, and went into her Moments, only to see that her fat brother had posted a new update two minutes ago.
Han Zhan: [Chop your worries into pieces with a knife; stir your friendships with a shovel; stew your sorrows with a pot; stir your family ties with a spoonful; serve your love with a bowlful; and serve your happiness with a plateful. 9 pictures attached.jpg]
After reading it, Song Ci's expression was embarrassed and helpless.
It was a mistake. I never expected that there was nothing wrong with the picture this time, but there was something wrong with the copy.
Song Ci held her forehead with her hand and asked Han Zhan with mixed feelings, "Brother Han, take a look at your Moments post. It's just the exaggerated style of middle-aged and elderly people praising others, and you still say you're young?"
This is already middle-aged, okay?
Han Zhan said, "Really? That's how Mr. Liu praised his wife last time."
"That Mr. Liu?"
"Mr. Liu from Jinyu."
Song Ci reminded Han Zhan: "Mr. Liu is fifty-three, Brother Han."
Han Zhan was also a little embarrassed, "How about I change it?"
Song Ci thought about it and shook her head, "Forget it, Brother Han is just like that." Although he looked silly, what she loved was Han Zhan's silly and unconscious humor.
As they were talking, they heard the doorbell ring.
"They are coming."
Han Zhan couldn't help but smile as he saw Song Ci hurriedly taking off her apron and magically pulling out a lipstick from her pocket. "You clean up, I'll go open the door." After saying that, Han Zhan shouted to the outside of the door, "I'm coming."
He opened the door slowly, giving Song Ci enough time to clean herself up.
Song Ci took off the jade hairpin on her head and put on some red bean paste lipstick on her lips, looking gentle and charming. She looked at the mirror for a while, adjusted her expression, and walked towards the living room.
Seeing that the visitors were Song Fei and Yan Jiang, Song Ci's idol image immediately dropped. "Song Fei, Brother Jiang, please take a seat first." He allowed her to go back to her room to trim her eyebrows, curl her eyelashes, and apply some eyebrow gel.
Song Ci went upstairs with a thud, leaving Han Zhan and the other two looking at each other in silence.
Song Fei glanced upstairs and asked Han Zhan, "Why did she go upstairs?"
Han Zhan smiled but said nothing.
Yan Jiang knew Song Ci's character very well. He said, "Song Ci is going to get dressed to meet Han Zhan's sister." Women are so troublesome and love to compare.
Song Fei lowered her eyes and glanced at her clothes.
She was wearing a black sweater, black trousers and a black plaid top today. She looked like an ordinary girl no matter how you looked at her.
Song Fei suspected that she was a fake woman.
Yan Jiang saw what Song Fei was thinking and said, "What are you thinking about? Song Ci is a rose and you are a daffodil. We each have our own beauty. What's there to compare?"
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