"Um... Song Bo," Su Qingluan looked at the middle-aged man with a particularly gentle smile, "Just call me Qingluan as usual."
Song Bo shook his head and said, "Madam, etiquette cannot be abandoned." After a pause, he added, "But Madam, don't be too nervous. Just proceed as usual."
Su Qingluan muttered softly: "I'm not really marrying Mu Xingzhi..."
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan and teased, "Why, Qingluan really wants to marry me?"
What? Su Qingluan was stunned and looked at Mu Xingzhi: Has his image as a gentle and elegant gentleman collapsed in front of this guy? Although she knew that this guy was not as gentle and harmless as he looked, but since his appearance revealed his true self last night, Su Qingluan always felt that Mu Xingzhi's character was gradually revealing a little bit of his true self.
"...Actually, I don't want to..." Su Qingluan said honestly, "Although your face... well, your true appearance is very attractive, but I'm not ready to die under the peony flowers yet."
After hearing Su Qingluan's words, Song Bo almost vomited - dying under the peony flowers...
Mu Xingzhi was obviously amused again. Although he didn't laugh out loud, his crescent-shaped eyes still betrayed his mood.
After laughing for a while, Mu Xingzhi pointed at the food on the table and said, "Eat quickly, or the food will get cold. It's autumn now, so it's better not to eat cold food."
Su Qingluan nodded when she heard this: She was indeed hungry.
From a distance, the porridge is golden yellow and looks like millet porridge, but in addition to millet porridge, there is also fine pumpkin puree, which tastes soft, glutinous, fresh and fragrant, and has the sweetness of pumpkin.
Su Qingluan looked at Song Bo and said, "I didn't realize that Song Bo's cooking skills are so outstanding. This porridge is so delicious!" Then she took another bite of the red date cake. Apart from the red dates on top, there was also date meat filling inside.
I don’t know if it’s a problem with the craftsmanship or intentional, but the filling inside is not delicate date paste, but is cut into pieces. Although it is not as delicate as pure date paste, it has a different chewy texture and is not bad.
Being praised so frankly by Su Qingluan, Song Bo shook his head and said, "I dare not show off my skills in front of Madam."
This is not wrong in a sense. After all, although Song Bo is a good cook, it is limited to the scope of "home cooking", while Su Qingluan is more proficient in some "high-end cuisine", so many homely foods can also make her feel particularly "stylish".
From a technical perspective, Song Bo's cooking skills are naturally far inferior to Su Qingluan's.
However, Su Qingluan had her own criteria for judging "cooking skills." So she looked up at Song Bo and said, "You're wrong. The dishes I specialize in are mostly sold in places like restaurants, and the desserts I design are only for the rich to enjoy. But Song Bo's home cooking is different."
Su Qingluan picked up the celery and ginkgo in front of her with chopsticks and said, "Although the preparation of home-cooked dishes does not require so many complicated techniques, as long as the chef injects his emotions into it, that is the most important thing. Song Bo's meal is 'warm'."
Song Bo was stunned: "Rice fresh from the pot is naturally warm..."
Su Qingluan's mouth twitched: "Old man, I can't accept your straightforward words..."
Mu Xingzhi couldn't help laughing beside him: "Song Bo comes from the military, and sometimes he is too loyal. Qingluan, you can just praise him for his delicious cooking."
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Isn't it true that I ate so happily? After all, facts speak louder than words, don't they?"
Upon hearing this, Song Bo immediately smiled and nodded: "In that case, Master and Madam, please enjoy your stay. Song Bo will take his leave first." After saying that, he left the room entirely to the two of them.
So Su Qingluan refocused her attention on the six dishes in front of her.
Although there are six dishes, the portions are not very large. They are all served in containers that are larger than "plates" but not quite the size of "dishes". If you have to say it, you can only call it "small plates."
After all, it was breakfast, so the six dishes weren't overly greasy or meaty. Besides the celery and ginkgo nuts, there were also cold bamboo shoots, bitter melon, stir-fried three shreds, and cabbage with aged vinegar. The only meat dish was the blanched chicken, which was also very light and perfect for waking up during a sleepy morning.
Su Qingluan was enjoying her meal, and in the blink of an eye she noticed that Mu Xingzhi had hardly taken a bite, but just kept looking at her with his chopsticks.
"Why, you don't want to eat?" Su Qingluan shifted her gaze to the other person's wheelchair. "So I said, sitting like this every day will affect your appetite, right?"
Mu Xingzhi laughed when he heard this: "You really don't understand what I'm looking at?"
Su Qingluan slowed down her chopsticks. How could she not know? Mu Xingzhi was simply puzzled. She had clearly heard the conversation between him and Song Bo, yet she hadn't shown the slightest desire to inquire.
"If you want to tell me something, you will explain it to me without me saying a word. If you don't want to tell me something, you won't say a word no matter how hard I try. So why am I asking?"
She didn't intend to play dumb, but she didn't want to cause any trouble either.
Mu Xingzhi smiled slightly: "As expected, I still like your personality, Qingluan." As he spoke, Mu Xingzhi held the wide sleeves with his left hand, stretched out his right hand and placed the cold bamboo shoots in the corner in front of Su Qingluan, "Here, don't you want to eat it?"
"How do you know?" Su Qingluan turned her head in surprise.
Although she tried to pick up the bamboo shoots just now, the distance was too far. If she wanted to eat them, she would have to stand up.
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