Chapter 57 Cooking by Yourself
Song Tingxuan doesn't have any hobbies, but he likes flowers, so he plants all kinds of flowers in the garden of his home.
"Master Song, why don't I do it?" said the gardener. He felt a little panicked when Master Song did it himself. He was just a small gardener, how could he let Master Song do it himself?
Song Tingxuan shook his head. Of course, it would be more fulfilling to make something for his lover himself. "No, go ahead and do your work."
The gardener nodded quickly and went out. It was really suffocating to stay with Mr. Song.
Without anyone to disturb him, Song Tingxuan worked more seriously.
He took a pair of scissors and slowly trimmed the thorns on the flower stems. One by one, the tender and juicy flowers gradually lost the thorns that protected them in Song Tingxuan's hands.
They were placed on the table and wrapped in beautiful wrapping paper. Soon, a bunch of beautiful flowers was packaged by Song Tingxuan.
Gu Fei lay on the bed dejectedly after not seeing Song Tingxuan. Mr. Song should have finished his work and gone to do other things.
Unable to see the familiar person, Gu Fei tossed and turned in bed until he finally felt sleepy.
She didn't last long before she fell asleep. Ever since she became pregnant, she had been eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, and there was nothing she could do.
She stays at home every day, and the housekeeper brings her all kinds of food every day. If she continues like this, she will become a fat girl after giving birth to a child.
Song Tingxuan took the large bouquet of flowers to his room, and asked the housekeeper to put the remaining unused flowers in a vase in the living room.
In the room, Song Tingxuan adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror and took a deep breath.
I didn't expect that he would be as nervous as an underage boy.
It was the first time that Song Tingxuan gave flowers to someone he loved, and he kept looking at himself in the mirror.
The person in the mirror was wearing a black shirt, black suit pants, and his hair was neatly combed. Because of his cold face, he looked extremely cold and indifferent, making people dare not look directly at him.
Those deep black eyes stared straight at himself in the mirror. He was such a handsome and perfect man, but at this moment he was a little dissatisfied.
With his brows furrowed, he looked at himself with some disdain.
"I wonder if Zi Gu Fei will like this." Song Tingxuan murmured to himself.
He stayed in the room for a long time, hesitatingly. He was obviously not panicked at all when negotiating terms and cooperation with those old foxes. Even when signing a contract worth 1 billion yuan with the other party, Song Tingxuan was still as steady as an old dog.
But when it comes to love, he is a complete novice. He doesn't know how to make girls happy, doesn't know how to say sweet words, and doesn't know anything else.
He could only use the most clumsy method. He liked flowers, these flowers that would only bloom for a short time, so he wanted to give her something he liked.
Finally, Song Tingxuan stepped out of the room, holding a bouquet of flowers that he had wrapped himself.
“Knock, knock, knock—”
Gu Fei, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a knock on the door. She sat up from the bed, frowned and looked towards the door.
"Who is it..." He got out of bed and went to open the door without even putting on his shoes.
All my sleepiness disappeared when I saw Song Tingxuan standing at the door holding a bunch of red and pink roses.
What is Mr. Song going to do?
"You...what are you doing?" Gu Fei's face was full of confusion. Why was he bringing this bouquet of flowers to her for no apparent reason?
Song Tingxuan put the flowers in front of Gu Fei without saying anything and said coldly, "For you."
At this moment Song Tingxuan was very upset. He shouldn't be like this. His expression should be gentler and his tone should be better instead of being so cold.
Looking at the flowers handed to him, Gu Fei was still in a confused state. What was going on?
It was really surprising that Mr. Song would send her flowers.
The two of them kept one passing and the other in a daze, and Song Tingxuan spoke again: "Do you want it?"
"Ah... yes... yes!" Gu Fei responded quickly. She held the flower in her hand. The fragrance of the flower lingered at her nose. It smelled very good.
"Do you like it?" Song Tingxuan asked with a cold face.
But he rubbed his thumb and index finger where Gu Fei couldn't see. Song Tingxuan would do this subconsciously only when he was nervous. No one knew about his little action.
"I like it." Gu Fei said sincerely. This bouquet of flowers was the first one in her life and she liked it very much.
Gu Fei reached out and touched the flowers, then looked up at Song Tingxuan, who had a sweet smile on his face. "Thank you, Mr. Song."
Looking at her smile, Song Tingxuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she likes it, that's good.
"Well, you must like the things I give you." After saying that, he turned around, opened the door of his room and went in.
Gu Fei laughed while holding the flowers. Mr. Song is still very cute.
In the past, Gu Feiyi would not dare to use the word "cute" to describe Song Tingxuan. But now that they have known each other for a long time and understood each other's situation, she only thinks that Song Tingxuan is a very warm-hearted and romantic man.
He is responsible and treats her very well, always meeting her requests.
After closing the door, Gu Fei's eyes still stayed on the flowers. This bouquet of flowers... were the ones that Mr. Song cut in the garden in the afternoon.
In other words, Song Tingxuan was in the garden this afternoon just to get her this bouquet of flowers?
Gu Fei was even more moved after knowing the answer. What kind of person is Mr. Song? A young master who has never been involved in womanizing, yet he has seven or eight maids at home.
But she didn't expect him to go to the garden and get her a bouquet of flowers himself.
"Thank you."
In order to repay Song Tingxuan for giving her the bouquet of flowers, Gu Fei decided to cook a delicious dinner for Song Tingxuan herself.
Thinking of this, Gu Fei carefully placed the flowers on the table, changed his clothes and went downstairs.
"Madam." The housekeeper greeted her, and the maid behind her hurriedly called out, "Good evening, Madam."
"Mr. Butler, I want to cook the meal myself."
The butler was stunned when he heard Gu Fei's words. What happened to the lady?
It was impossible to let the wife cook. The housekeeper advised: "Madam, just tell me what you want to eat. You don't have to cook yourself."
Gu Fei waved his hands: "This is different. I want to make it for Mr. Song."
The housekeeper and the maid all smiled when they heard this. Although the relationship between the lady and Mr. Song had improved, she still couldn't cook.
"Madam, why don't you tell me what dish you want to cook and I'll ask the chef to make it." The butler said evasively.
But Gu Fei insisted. She insisted on cooking by herself today and no one could persuade her.
The housekeeper said that she had no choice but to let her do as she pleased. He took her to the kitchen and arranged for two maids to help her.
Gu Fei, wearing a pink apron, stood in the middle of the kitchen, stunned for a moment.
Hmm...what is she going to cook?
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