Chapter 147 Her hands are so beautiful
When everyone heard what Song Qingxing said, they immediately showed an understanding expression. No wonder... Song Qingxing was able to pursue Xie Jingcheng, the most difficult person to pursue in the circle.
It turns out that all kinds of martial arts were used.
But unfortunately, contrary to what everyone thought, the one who was pestering her from the beginning was actually Xie Jingcheng.
Song Qingxing didn't explain too much. She didn't like to tell others about her love affairs. She just told everyone that she would be the chef today.
The rest of the people just need to help.
However, the preparation of ingredients still requires carefulness. Washing them thoroughly is the most important thing. The roots of coriander are easily contaminated with sand, so they have to be broken apart and washed slowly one by one.
Song Qingxing brought a bowl of lettuce, found a small stool, and placed it under the faucet. The water from the faucet was drawn from an ancient well.
Because it was autumn, the cold water was still a bit refreshing, but you couldn't use hot water to wash the vegetables, so you had to make do with it.
Song Qingxing unwrapped the lettuce and found the lettuce's biggest enemy - the super greedy little snail!
As for why Song Qingxing knew this?
Of course it was a long time ago, when she was still studying at an art school. It couldn’t be considered studying, but more like learning dance techniques.
Can cook by myself.
After all, her hometown is very remote and the art school is very far away, so Song Qingxing spends most of her time in school on weekends.
Occasionally I'll make something to eat myself.
Then one time when she was washing vegetables, she found that there were small snails in the lettuce, and they were crawling along the back of her hand all the way to her wrist.
Song Qingxing was almost breakdancing at that time, and her hands were shaking for a long time. Finally, her roommate couldn't stand it anymore and helped her flick the snail away.
The art school that Song Qingxing attends is one of the best schools in the area. The dormitory is a double room with a complete kitchen and bathroom.
This is also one of the reasons why she could not treat her parents unfairly no matter what, even though her father and mother's financial situation was not optimistic at the time.
But he never spoke to Song Qingxing.
Parents who think a lot about their children are actually rare in today's society, because if everyone has a harmonious family, there won't be so many trivial complaints.
Xie Jingcheng took a quick look and decisively handed the task of peeling potatoes to the guest next to him, then came to Song Qingxing.
She squatted down and took a look at how the little rabbit peeled and washed the lettuce. Song Qingxing rubbed it slowly from the roots to the leaves with gentle movements. The lettuce skin was not broken and remained fresh and tender.
"I didn't expect you could do this."
Xie Jingcheng stretched out her slender hands with distinct knuckles. Her hands looked like they were carved from icy jadeite and were particularly beautiful.
Then he began to clumsily imitate Song Qingxing, peeling the lettuce one by one.
"Is it novel?"
"After all, I'm just a kid from an ordinary family. My dad went bankrupt too early, and I only worked as a prostitute for a few days."
Song Qingxing chatted with a smile, even though she knew that with a microphone around her neck, her every word and action would be heard by her fans.
But she still couldn't help but share her life story with the person in front of her.
Song Qingxing is a person who attaches great importance to privacy. She always keeps silent when other people are curious about her family affairs, but she is different when facing Xie Jingcheng.
But I really want to peel off my heart layer by layer so that the other person can see it clearly.
"By the way, be careful of snails when washing lettuce."
As soon as Song Qingxing finished speaking, she found a small snail had climbed up someone's finger to the back of his hand.
The snail stopped on the blue vein on the back of Xie Jingcheng's hand, and the cold white skin was wet with water, and circles of pink appeared.
Why didn’t I realize before that Xie Jingcheng’s hands were so beautiful?
Song Qingxing couldn't help but let her thoughts drift away, but she had to admit, Xie Jingcheng's skills were really good, the kind that would make people want to savor it more...
Unlike me, I have been taught so many times, but I am still a half-baked person.
Every time, Song Qingxing felt that Xie Jingcheng was enduring his poor skills, so in the end, Song Qingxing thoroughly enjoyed it.
She didn't think there was anything wrong with being a 0, because in terms of dignity and strength, she could not compare to Xie Jingcheng in any way.
Xie Jingcheng noticed that Song Qingxing was staring at his hand. He lowered his head and saw the snail. The little rabbit was right.
Xie Jingcheng picked up a rotten vegetable leaf thrown aside, gently pinched the snail with his fingertips, placed it on the rotten leaf, and threw it into the grass beside him.
Really loving...
Song Qingxing couldn't help but have a little crazy thoughts.
After the dishes were prepared, it was Chef Song's turn to show off his culinary skills. Song Qingxing put on an apron and walked around in front of Xie Jingcheng.
The kitchen is not small and people pass by occasionally.
But no one else dared to disturb them.
But everyone secretly admired them in their hearts. It seemed that the highlight of the show would be completely snatched away by the two of them. Real lovers are real lovers, and no matter how hard they try, they can’t beat the CP!
“Is this apron nice?”
Although this apron is sponsored by an advertiser and can be considered a soft advertisement, the apron has lace on the edge and still has a nice shape.
"nice."
Xie Jingcheng was leaning against the cupboard, her long hair tied up. Because she was in a hurry when she got up in the morning, she didn't wear contact lenses, but her own silver-rimmed glasses.
With two buttons of her shirt undone, her delicate collarbone and the vague abyss could be seen.
With her long hair neatly draped to one side, she looks like a literary female artist, or a married woman.
Who did you marry?
Of course with myself!
Song Qingxing couldn't help but think about it, but she appeared calm on the surface. She took a step or two closer and raised her hand to cover her microphone.
Seeing Song Qingxing's actions, Xie Jingcheng suddenly realized and raised his hand to cover his microphone. The recording engineer of the production team only heard a "rustling" sound in his ears.
I can't hear anything.
"Then next time, I won't wear anything else but just the apron, okay?"
This is simply a critical hit plus a critical hit in the game.
Xie Jingcheng covered his nose with his hand, and his eyes under the glasses blinked again and again with disbelief.
"Really?"
"Then I'll write it down in the memo on my phone. You can't cheat. Wear it after the show, okay?"
Song Qingxing: ...
Are you so impatient?
"good."
She agreed, then smiled brightly, put some distance between them, and began to prepare the dishes.
Today is a day of chaos and disorder.
The other guests were either pulling weeds in the yard or preparing tables and chairs for dining, and some were also cleaning the living room.
Anyway, there are a lot of jokes.
As the sun was setting, the flying guest who was to stay for one night and the next day finally arrived in the yard.
He carried a mini suitcase, stretched out his long legs, and jumped out of the program crew's car.
The other person was wearing sunglasses and had short, messy hair. He was a male celebrity.
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