A new neighbor moved downstairs, with good looks and good cooking. Jian Shu especially loves the braised pork he makes, and he doesn't eat it at all, and he thinks like crazy. "Eating like this every day will cause high blood lipids......" Jian Shu: I'm not afraid of being fat. “…… is unhealthy. As he spoke, a plate of green vegetables came over: Come, dry this plate of green vegetables, and make braised pork for you tomorrow. The next day, faced with a plate of green broccoli: ...... What about the braised pork? Later, he became her personal cook, and she pestered her every day to ask for braised pork. Song Lingxu: No, no, no. Jian Shu: Just one bite, I promise. Song Lingxu held a spatula in his hand, forced her to the stove, lowered her head, and said in a warm voice: If you want meat, you want a person, do you want to try a new variety? Remembering the simplicity of braised pork: what ...... What new variety? When the words fell, Song Lingxu lowered his head, pecked lightly on her lips, and asked: How does it taste? Jian Shu pursed her lips, stood on tiptoe unsatisfied, and kissed Song Lingxu: I didn't taste it too quickly just now, but now I taste it, and it tastes good.