Chapter 105 Misunderstanding
You have to buy the ingredients early when making soup, otherwise the ingredients won't be fresh and the taste will be poor.
"Um."
Jiang Mengxi responded absentmindedly, her whole being seemingly devoid of spirit, her mind filled with fear.
Song Zhiwei didn't ask any more questions. She put on her slippers, picked up her canvas bag, and went downstairs to the supermarket at the entrance of the community.
After paying, she carried her heavy shopping bags back to her apartment.
She cut the ribs into even small pieces, put them in a pot of cold water, added a few slices of ginger and a spoonful of cooking wine, and simmered them over low heat.
After the water boiled, foam rose to the surface, which she gently skimmed off with a slotted spoon to remove the fishy smell and dirt.
Wipe the pot dry, heat it until it's slightly smoking, pour in a little oil, add the pork rib pieces, and stir-fry over low heat.
The oil sizzled, the meat gradually turned yellow, and the edges became slightly crispy before boiling water was slowly poured in.
The water had just covered the ribs when she threw in corn pieces, red dates, and goji berries.
Cover the pot with the lid, turn the heat to the lowest setting, and let the soup simmer slowly.
Jiang Mengxi can't cook, she can't even chop vegetables, so she can only stand blankly at the kitchen door, occasionally handing over a bowl.
"Zhiwei, how come you can do everything?"
She finally couldn't help but ask softly.
Song Zhiwei added salt to the soup while covering the pot with the lid.
"During those years abroad, with no one to take care of you, how could you survive without learning?"
She wasn't like the children of wealthy families.
Before leaving home, servants bring tea and water, clothes are neatly arranged in the dressing room, and even breakfast is prepared on the spot.
She lived in a homestay, where the landlady had a tough temper and never provided meals.
Just then, the combination lock on the door suddenly beeped twice.
Jiang Mengxi froze, her pupils shrinking sharply.
"who?!"
The password to Zhiwei's house...
How come other people know this?
Song Zhiwei was already used to it.
She didn't even lift her head, but simply put the soup spoon down gently.
That person came to freeload a meal as naturally as if he were at home, never knocking or greeting anyone.
But that person saved her life.
How could she possibly kick someone out?
As soon as the door opened, Sheng Tingzhou, wearing slippers, stood lazily in the doorway.
He looked up and saw Jiang Mengxi. He paused for half a second, then slowly curled up his lips into a lazy smile.
"Oh, we have guests? Why didn't you tell us beforehand?"
Jiang Mengxi stared intently at him, her ears exploding with a "boom".
Sheng...Tingzhou?
How did he end up here?
Sheng Tingzhou didn't even glance at her, his eyes never wavering. He walked straight past the entrance hall into the open kitchen, stood behind Song Zhiwei, put his arm around the cabinet next to her shoulder, and leaned down to glance at the bubbling soup in the pot.
"You made pork ribs today? You know how to manage your finances."
Song Zhiwei chuckled twice but didn't reply.
What could she say when the young master spoke like that?
You can't exactly say, "Please don't come and cause trouble."
He turned his head again and lazily glanced at Jiang Mengxi.
Seeing that the person was still frozen in place, he raised his hand and pointed towards the sofa, his voice neither hurried nor slow.
"Sit down, don't stand, make yourself at home."
Jiang Mengxi was like a wooden doll, her legs went weak, and she slowly moved to the edge of the sofa, then suddenly sat down with a thud, her back hitting the cushion hard.
Something looks a little off about this scene.
Why are they acting like a host and a guest?
She's the guest!
Sheng Tingzhou opened the refrigerator door, and a burst of cold air rushed out.
He turned his head and casually asked her, "Water or a beverage?"
Jiang Mengxi's mind went blank for a moment, and the whole world suddenly went silent.
The man from the Sheng family who always acted arrogantly actually took the initiative to ask her what she wanted to drink.
The scene was so bizarre that Jiang Mengxi stood frozen in place.
Did she stay up too late last night and start hallucinating today?
Otherwise, how can this scene be explained?
"Pour her a glass of warm water."
Song Zhiwei's voice rang out at just the right moment.
"become."
Sheng Tingzhou readily agreed and casually took a clean glass from the cupboard.
I walked up to the water dispenser, gently pressed the button, and filled half a cup with warm water.
He walked over and placed the cup steadily on the coffee table, at just the right distance from Jiang Mengxi.
Then, he turned back to the kitchen, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and asked Song Zhiwei, "What else is missing? I'll take care of it all at once, so you don't have to run back and forth."
Song Zhiwei was focused on cutting the beef she had just bought.
She didn't stop what she was doing, but she glanced up slightly at the mountain of vegetables and seasonings piled up beside her. After a moment's hesitation, she said in a low voice, "You wash the vegetables."
She really can't handle it all by herself.
The kitchen was cluttered with many items, making it difficult to move them around.
Moreover, Jiang Mengxi was pregnant, so she couldn't very well let her friend do it.
"OK."
Sheng Tingzhou nodded, rolled up his sleeves without saying a word, picked up the pile of vegetables and seasonings, and turned to walk towards the sink.
The tap was turned on, and clear water washed over the green leaves and roots.
He carefully washed each leaf, deftly parting the leaves with his fingers to check for any dirt or sand residue, his expression focused.
Jiang Mengxi sat on the sofa, her eyes wide open, barely daring to blink.
She secretly bit her lower lip and pinched her thigh hard.
"hiss!"
She gasped sharply, her body trembling involuntarily.
It hurts, it really hurts.
Not a dream?
Is this really not a dream?
It's only been a few days?
In just a few days, what earth-shattering changes have we missed?
The two of them, one sitting in the living room and the other busy in the kitchen, worked together so well.
They looked like an old married couple who had been together for many years.
But what exactly is their relationship?
Song Zhiwei deftly cut the beef into even small pieces, sprinkled it with seasonings to marinate, sorted and processed the vegetables, put them into separate airtight containers, wrapped them tightly with plastic wrap, and finally neatly placed them in the refrigerator.
She wiped her hands and straightened up when Sheng Tingzhou walked over.
"You go keep your friend company, I'll take care of the rest."
"Okay, thanks."
Song Zhiwei didn't refuse or say much in gratitude. She simply nodded, turned around, and went to the sink to wash her hands carefully. After drying them with a towel, she sat back down on the sofa next to Jiang Mengxi.
Jiang Mengxi almost immediately reached out and grabbed her hand.
"Zhiwei! What exactly is your relationship with Sheng Tingzhou? Tell me honestly!"
She didn't believe it; she really didn't believe that everything before her eyes was just a coincidence.
Song Zhiwei noticed her shock and unease, knowing that she must have misunderstood, and quickly explained.
"He saved me a few times before, and I owe him a favor, so I promised to cook him a meal every weekend. That's all, nothing more."
"It's that simple?"
Jiang Mengxi's eyes widened, her pupils filled with disbelief.
"Do you think I'm stupid? He used to barely even look at me, and wouldn't say a word to me. But today he actually poured me water? And smiled at me? And the smile looked so natural?"
A thought even flashed through her mind.
I really want to take out my phone, record it, add subtitles, and post it on WeChat Moments.
"Shocking! The heir of the Sheng family has become a stay-at-home dad?! The truth is actually..."
"Um."
Song Zhiwei simply nodded.
She was afraid that saying too much would only make things worse.
Furthermore, there are some things she herself dares not think about deeply, much less say out loud.
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