Chapter 324 The God Forced Me to Be His Follower (50 words)
Not wanting to discourage the other person, Song Jinhuan reluctantly praised, "Brother does have some talent in cooking."
Ji Xuan was overjoyed. He rubbed his hands together and muttered to himself, "I'll make this for Kou'er next time!"
Song Jinhuan: "???"
Don't think she didn't hear you just because you spoke softly!
So she was just a food taster.
Ji Xuan had already reached out with his chopsticks, but after taking a bite, he spat it out after making two "pui pui" sounds.
He frowned in shock and said, "There's no way we can eat this!"
A glint of light flashed in the girl's eyes, and she frowned in confusion, asking, "Why can't you eat it?"
As she spoke, she picked up two more chopsticks and put them in her mouth, chewing as she looked at Ji Xuan with admiration.
Help! Her mask of pain is about to fall off!
No, I have to endure it!
"No, it's delicious!"
"Maybe everyone's taste is different, but sweet and spicy is really, really perfect for me!"
Ji Xuan hesitated, "Really?"
The girl blinked innocently. "If it wasn't delicious, why would I eat so much? Brother's cooking skills are truly amazing! When I praised your talent earlier, I wasn't just saying it casually!"
Ji Xuan believed he understood Xiao Shu quite well.
This girl is usually very picky about food.
Perhaps there's something wrong with his sense of taste.
If your sister thinks it's delicious, then his cooking skills must be excellent!
Ji Xuan's eyes shone with confidence, and he couldn't wait to show it off to Dou Kou'er.
After lunch, Song Jinhuan drank several glasses of water to get rid of the lingering taste.
Little Pink Ball: I'm done eating.
Song Si: Okay.
Little Pink Ball: I want lots and lots of meat and vegetables!
Song Si: Okay^V^
Little pink ball: Such a cute little symbol~
Song Si: You sent it before.
Song Si: I think it's so cute too.
Favorability: 62%.
Little Pink Ball: Hehe~ My brother drove out.
Song Si: I'll be there in 30 minutes.
Little Pink Ball: Take your time, it's okay.
Song Si: Hmm^V^
Song Jinhuan tapped the small symbol with her fingertip. It's unclear whether Song Si thought the small symbol itself was cute when he said it was cute, or if he thought she was cute.
The young girl, her face flushed with spring, shook her head, deciding not to think about it anymore—too much trouble!
They said they'd arrive in thirty minutes, but they actually arrived ten minutes early.
Song Si sent a short message: Open the door.
A hint of doubt flashed through Song Jinhuan's mind, but the moment she opened the door and saw the other person, she was surprised. "Didn't you say you'd have someone deliver it?"
"I thought it was convenient, so I gave it to you."
Song Si glanced behind her nonchalantly and asked, "May I come in?"
"Of course!" Song Jinhuan hurriedly picked up the button to make way for him.
As the man brushed past her, he said with a soft smile, "Don't be nervous."
Song Jinhuan blushed and denied it, saying, "I didn't!"
I don't know why, but I always feel very uncomfortable and can't relax.
Her dress is beautiful!
My hair is well-maintained; it's not frizzy or messy, and I combed it this morning.
The wheelchair moved very smoothly.
Everything went smoothly.
"Mimosa?"
"exist!"
Song Si called her name several times, but the girl didn't respond. He then called her ID, and the girl answered crisply.
Song Jinhuan blushed and went over, feeling so embarrassed and ashamed.
There's an inexplicable ambiguity to the words "mimosa" coming out of Song Si's mouth.
She asked politely, "Have you eaten? Would you like some more?"
Song Si had no reason to refuse, so he sat down and glanced at her indifferently, "I'll stay with you."
This is absolutely terrible!
Waves of heat spread up Song Jinhuan's back, making it difficult for him to even hold his chopsticks.
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