When buying ingredients, she carefully asked Song Ling, "What does aunt like to eat?"
Song Ling said calmly: "She may not come."
Liu Zhiyuan insisted,
"Be prepared. What if your aunt comes unexpectedly? Wouldn't it be rude if we are unprepared? Think about what your aunt likes to eat, and I will buy more."
Song Ling has a very low emotional intelligence.
Although he has a good relationship with his aunt, he never cares about these little details.
So, he frowned blankly, "I don't know."
Liu Zhiyuan was helpless and smiled again.
This question is indeed difficult for this cold-hearted man with no emotional intelligence.
Finally she decided to buy a lot of food to take back.
The more you buy, the more choices you have.
There are always one or two that my aunt likes.
Watching her choose ingredients, Song Ling followed silently.
Her clever little head is sometimes charming and cute.
The corners of his lips couldn't help but rise slightly.
Sure enough, when they got home, Song Li called.
When she said she wanted to come to their house to see them, Liu Zhiyuan immediately picked up the phone and said welcome, aunt.
After hanging up the phone, she showed off the refrigerator and smiled coquettishly, "Honey, am I right? Get ready! I have to cook seriously now. I have to prepare a table of dishes to welcome my aunt."
Song Ling nodded, "Okay."
Unfortunately, Song Ling suddenly received a call from the hospital saying that there was an emergency operation that required him to perform surgery.
He felt embarrassed watching her busy in the kitchen.
"I want to go back to the hospital."
Liu Zhiyuan's hands were covered with flour. She was making delicious fried shrimps. Even the tip of her nose was covered with flour. She turned to look at him.
"Go back now?"
Song Ling, "Yes."
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