Zhou Sui rushed out of the room in a hurry. As soon as she opened the door, the strong smell of chicken soup became even more pronounced. Then her gaze fell on the sofa.
Song Qi'an was sitting on the sofa with his back to her, reading the newspaper. When he heard the door open, he got up, turned around, and walked towards her. "You're up."
The tone was so normal that it seemed this wasn't the first time such a situation had occurred.
"Brother Qi'an, you..." Zhou Sui paced back and forth, her eyes frequently glancing towards the kitchen. She wanted to ask Song Qi'an if he was cooking, because she saw the stove was on.
Song Qi'an glanced at Zhou Sui's clothes, then turned her around and said, "Go change your clothes first, don't catch a cold. Come and eat after you've washed up."
Then Zhou Sui went to change her clothes, wash her face, and brush her teeth in a daze, and then walked to the living room in a daze.
Song Qi'an had already brought the food to the table. When he saw Zhou Sui come over, he considerately pulled out a chair for her to sit down.
"I'll go get the spoon and then we can eat."
Zhou Sui realized something was wrong after she sat down. Wait, this is her home, how come Song Qi'an knows it better than she does?
She wanted to say she would get it herself, but when she turned around, Song Qi'an was already walking over with a spoon.
The two sat facing each other, with chicken soup and some snacks on the table.
"Try it and see how it tastes." Song Qi'an handed the spoon to Zhou Sui.
Zhou Sui thought the aroma was delicious, and she was indeed hungry. She took several sips and her face showed great satisfaction. "Delicious, very delicious."
"Brother Qi'an, I'm so sorry, I overslept." Zhou Sui scratched her head, looking at Song Qi'an with guilt. Insomnia is a real problem.
She trusts her biological clock too much; she should set an alarm.
Song Qi'an naturally didn't mind. His daily routine was always very regular. He woke up around eight o'clock. Seeing that Zhou Sui's door was closed, he went out for a run. On his way back, he passed by the market and remembered that he had talked to Zhou Sui on the phone before. She said she wanted to drink chicken soup, so he went in and bought a chicken.
Zhou Sui woke up later than he expected, so the chicken soup stayed warm on the stove.
"You don't usually sleep this long. What's wrong? Did you have insomnia last night because there's someone else in the house?" Song Qi'an asked casually.
Zhou Sui gripped her slippers tightly, not because she was having trouble sleeping because of the extra person in her shoes.
The extra person in the house was always out and about, cooking in the kitchen, and she didn't hear a thing.
"I don't know why I slept so soundly during the day." Otherwise, she should have gotten up as soon as she heard the noise. This is her house, and instead of greeting people, she made them cook for her.
Song Qi'an smiled slightly, "It's alright, it's normal to feel sleepy now that the weather is cold."
Zhou Sui pouted and took a few more sips of chicken soup. "By the way, when did you learn to cook? And you cook so well."
This chicken soup is absolutely amazing; it's not greasy at all. Zhou Sui usually only drinks one bowl at most, but today she can drink two.
“When I was in Shenzhen, I didn’t have time to cook, so I hired a nanny. People there are really good at making soup. She made it for me a few times, and I thought it was delicious, so I learned how to make it.”
"If you think it tastes good, I'll make it often in the future. Besides chicken soup, there are many other ways to make soup."
Actually, Song Qi'an only started learning this in his spare time after hearing a saying: "To win a person's heart, you must first win her stomach."
Judging from Zhou Sui's satisfaction with the chicken soup, he must have heard that statement correctly.
"Sure," Zhou Sui smiled at him, "Let me have a good taste of your cooking."
When Song Qi'an heard that Zhou Sui did not refuse, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
Just as Zhou Sui was about to get up to pick up the bowls after the meal, Song Qi'an said before her, "Let me do it, don't get involved."
He moved quickly; before Zhou Sui could even speak, Song Qi'an had already picked up the bowls and gone to the kitchen.
Zhou Sui wanted to wash the dishes, but Song Qi'an stopped her, saying, "You go ahead and clean up first. We'll go back after you're done."
"I don't have much to clean up. You cooked the food, so I'll wash the dishes." Otherwise, she felt she was being really unfair.
"Listen to me, I'll be done washing by the time you're done." With such a disparity in strength, Song Qi'an simply carried her out of the kitchen, leaving Zhou Sui no choice but to head towards the room.
Okay, she did tidy up; the blankets weren't made and clothes were scattered around the room.
When she reached the door of the room, she glanced back at the kitchen, where Song Qi'an was wearing her floral apron.
The little apron looked tiny on the tall man, and its pink color somehow harmonized with his resolute appearance.
Looking at the man busy in the kitchen, Zhou Sui suddenly felt that this scene was what a married couple should be like.
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