After Song Jin practiced dancing for three hours, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
She took a shower and changed her sweaty clothes, then left the room and went downstairs to see if there was anything to eat.
When I went down the stairs, I saw Qin Yansheng sitting on a chair.
There were several dishes on the rectangular dining table in front of him. There was no heat on the dishes and they looked completely cold.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up and when he saw her, there was a hint of brightness in his eyes.
"Are you done?"
Song Jin glanced at the dinner on the table and thought about the current time - two hours had passed since the usual dinner.
The food on the table seemed untouched...
Has he been waiting for her?
Rarely, she felt a little guilty and gave him a smile.
"Um...you haven't eaten yet?"
"Yeah." He nodded slightly and said, "Don't practice so late next time. You can continue after dinner."
"oh."
Song Jin responded obediently and looked around, but didn't see any servants. They probably had gone off work.
She took another look at the cold food, sighed, and rolled up her sleeves resignedly.
Qin Yansheng looked at her in surprise, stood up, followed her into the kitchen, and watched her wash her hands.
"Can you cook?"
"It's edible."
Song Jin opened the refrigerator door, took out a few eggs, peeled some vegetables, and prepared to make fried rice.
Qin Yansheng stood at the kitchen door, watching her skillfully light the fire, pour oil, and crack eggs.
The man, who had never been in the kitchen, was slightly surprised by her skillful cooking skills.
"I didn't expect... that you could even cook."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
He asked proactively.
Song Jin appeared calm on the surface, but in fact, she was so nervous looking at the splashing oil that her palms were sweating, and she didn't hear Qin Yansheng's voice at all.
Someone who didn't get a response rubbed his nose to hide his embarrassment.
Soon, the aroma of egg fried rice wafted through the air.
Song Jin poured salt, soy sauce, sesame oil, and oyster sauce, and stir-fried it again. When the color was almost right, she turned off the heat.
Finally, serve.
Soon, two plates of golden fried rice appeared in front of Qin Yansheng, and the air was filled with the aroma of fried rice.
The egg fried rice has distinct grains and is beautifully arranged, with a few slices of boiled vegetables spread on the bottom of the plate. It is perfect in both color and aroma.
Qin Yansheng became a little excited.
Song Jin sat down at the dining table and smiled a little embarrassedly.
"I'm not a very good cook, I hope you don't...disdain it."
"How could that be? It looks delicious."
Qin Yansheng smiled, feeling that his little girl was a little modest.
He gently scooped up a spoonful with a spoon, and with a faint aroma, he put the spoonful of egg fried rice into his mouth with the mood of tasting delicious food.
The moment it enters your mouth, an indescribable salty feeling instantly fills your entire tongue.
When you bite it gently, you can faintly hear a "crackling" sound, as if something is breaking crisply.
The happy expression on Qin Yansheng's face froze slightly.
Something that looks nice and smells nice...
Why does it taste so hard to describe?
After chewing it a few times and swallowing it with difficulty, he went to pour two glasses of water and drank a sip of water after eating.
Song Jin knew that her cooking skills were very poor, but when she saw that he could eat without changing his expression, her favorability towards him increased a little bit.
The villains are really good!
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