Jiang Yiyu smiled with satisfaction and turned the pot over with a spatula.
Song Shengsheng stepped aside, pinched the two ends of the ribs with his hands, ate while watching the steam rising from the pot, and was slightly dazed.
Jiang Yiyu finished stirring the pot and turned off the fire: "Go get some rice, dear. I'll stir-fry another vegetable dish and we can eat."
"Oh, okay." Song Shengsheng came back to her senses and threw the small bone in her hand into the trash can. Then she turned around and got a bowl to serve her rice. Just as she finished a bowl, she heard Jiang Yiyu, who was carrying the ribs to the restaurant, say, "Don't help me serve. I'm not eating dinner today."
"Huh? You'll be hungry if you don't eat dinner."
"It's almost time to join the crew. I need to stay in shape to portray the character."
"Okay." Song Shengsheng covered the pot, took his bowl of rice and an empty bowl, and followed Jiang Yiyu out of the kitchen.
She set the table and dishes in order, then quickly took away the computer and books she had spread out on the dining table.
After about ten minutes, the buzzing sound of the range hood in the kitchen stopped. Song Shengsheng sat on the chair and watched Jiang Yiyu carry the pot and put the dishes into the plate.
She stood up, opened the kitchen door, and went in to help bring out the dishes.
Jiang Yiyu washed the pot and tidied the countertop next to the stove. When he was done, he walked out of the kitchen, untied his apron with his hands behind his back, took it off, and hung it back where it belonged. "Why don't you eat? It'll be cold soon."
"I'm waiting for you. If you don't want to eat dinner, at least sit down and keep me company..."
"Okay." Jiang Yiyu pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her. Song Shengsheng picked up a glass and poured a cup of barley tea from the teapot and handed it to him. Jiang Yiyu took the cup, said thank you, and took a sip: "Hurry up and eat. You won't be full just by looking at me."
Song Shengsheng withdrew her gaze from him somewhat embarrassedly, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a few slices of vegetables.
Jiang Yiyu held the cup and looked at her for a while. Seeing that she felt a little awkward sitting here, he put down the cup, stood up and said, "Be good, eat slowly by yourself. I'm going to take a shower. I smell of cooking smoke."
Song Shengsheng put down his chopsticks and looked up at him: "Okay, go ahead."
Jiang Yiyu reached out and touched her head: "Don't just eat the vegetables, don't leave any meat. It's not good to be too thin. You'd be prettier if you were a little fatter."
"Um?"
Jiang Yiyu retracted his hand: "Why do you use so many interjections? It's either um or oh. I remember you and Song Ming didn't talk like that. Darling, you have to get used to being with me quickly."
"oh."
Jiang Yiyu sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I'm going to take a shower."
"Um."
After Jiang Yiyu left, Song Shengsheng was obviously more at ease. She put down her chopsticks, picked up her phone, turned on the camera and took a picture of the two dishes in front of her that she had barely touched.
This was her first time eating a meal cooked by Jiang Yiyu, and it was worth remembering.
More than half an hour later, Jiang Yiyu came out of the shower, only to find her still sitting at the dining table eating. She had only eaten half of the rice in her bowl. He wiped his hair with a towel, sat down opposite her, picked up the teapot, poured himself a glass of water, and took a sip: "Is it not to your liking?"
Song Shengsheng shook his head, took a big mouthful of rice, and said vaguely: "It's delicious. I eat slowly."
Jiang Yiyu didn't say much, just drank water slowly, looked at his phone and discussed with his assistant the time to get a haircut tomorrow.
Song Shengsheng ate while glancing at him. Jiang Yiyu felt her gaze but said nothing, even pretending that he saw nothing.
After finally finishing the meal, Song Shengsheng cleared the dishes and washed them. Jiang Yiyu also moved from the dining table to sit on the sofa in the living room. Song Shengsheng saw him holding a cigarette box and knew that he wanted to smoke again.
She took a tissue from the dining table, wiped the water off her hands, and threw the paper crumb into the trash can. She lowered the sleeve that was folded around her arm and walked towards him: "If you really want to smoke, then smoke. Quitting smoking is something that should be done gradually."
Jiang Yiyu raised his eyes and smiled at her: "I'm just taking a look, I don't want to smoke."
Song Shengsheng sat down on the single sofa very close to him, picked up his cup and took a sip of water: "My brother also smokes so I don't mind it, I just think it's unhealthy. Quit slowly, I'll accompany you."
Jiang Yiyu hesitated for a moment, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, bit it between his lips, pressed the lighter to light it, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a string of smoke.
Song Shengsheng leaned back in his chair and looked at him, unable to help coughing a few times.
Jiang Yiyu glanced at her, then took the cigarette from his lips, pressed it into the ashtray and put it out.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I just suddenly feel like it's boring." Jiang Yiyu's voice was a little hoarse. He cleared his throat and turned to look at the large boxes piled up at the entrance behind him. "I'm leaving on Friday, so I have to pack my things quickly in the next two days. Those boxes are quite heavy, and I'm afraid you won't be able to move them without me."
Following his gaze, Song Shengsheng also glanced back: "Indeed, it's not too late now. Let's go pack our clothes. Oh, and since you're going to be gone for three months, shouldn't you bring some extra clothes and other things?"
"Yeah, will you miss me if I'm gone for three months?"
"Yes."
"Why are you answering so calmly this time?"
"Because I'm telling the truth, will you miss me then?"
"Of course, you can come visit the set if you're free. Want to come?"
Song Shengsheng shook her head: "There are too many people on the set, so I won't go. I'll wait for you at home."
"Okay. Let's go and pack our things."
"Um."
Song Shengsheng's dressing room was not very big. In order to make half of the space for Jiang Yiyu's clothes, she stepped on a stool and moved down several large storage boxes from the wardrobe. She folded and compressed all the out-of-season winter clothes and clothes with outdated styles and put them into the storage boxes.
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