Embarrassed!

Song Xiaoyi was ashamed and angry, wishing that there was a cliff in front of her at this moment, she jumped directly and fell into it.

The body was imprisoned because of the indisputable sound in his stomach, and Song Xiaoyi only felt that his body seemed to be no longer his own, and he couldn't move at all.

Therefore, she watched Mu Jingchi raise his head and see his gaze, and then the other party moved the chair, stood up, and walked over.

finally opened the door and stood in front of Song Xiaoyi.

As the distance between the two approached, Song Xiaoyi's head became lower and lower, as if there was some embroidered pattern on the ground that was fascinating.

"You're hungry too, I just haven't eaten either, let's eat together!"

Song Xiaoyi felt that the words spit out by Mu Jingchi did not mean to laugh, but were full of cordial care. So, she exhaled, raised her head, strengthened her courage, and then calmly spoke, "I will definitely repay it." ”

Anyway, in less than an hour, she already owes three favors, and she doesn't care.

The first is the work of relief in distress, so that she can have a place to live and not enjoy the torment of the cold outside, and the second is the work of changing and cleaning, so that she does not need to wear the wet clothes and does not have the danger of falling ill.

And this third is the grace of a full stomach at night.

"Last time you took the car, you said you wanted to invite me to dinner, but I didn't seem to wait!"

Song Xiaoyi listened to this sentence and looked at the other party's face. With such a close face-to-face, and being in the house of the god Muda, she captured the Mujingchi that was different from the outside world.

When he said this, Song Xiaoyi saw a shallow dimple at the corner of the other party's mouth.

Although it is not very obvious, Song Xiaoyi can see it very clearly. Obviously, the great god is in a good mood, so there will be shallow dimples appearing. The dimples that appeared made the already soft face at this time feel a little more extroverted and flexible.

"No, no, no," Song Xiaoyi waved his hand in a panic, both because of that question and because he liked the shallow dimples, "I looked for you two days ago, but you weren't there." ”

It seemed that he recognized Song Xiaoyi's reason, and Mu Jingchi nodded slightly.

Song Xiaoyi looked at the figure of the other party walking towards the kitchen, and couldn't help but feel nervous, and suddenly realized that his heart was beating rapidly.

She followed with a stride.

Mu Jingchi opened the door of the refrigerator, which was full of ingredients, including vegetables and meat, fruits and drinks.

took out the apple from the refrigerator and handed it to Song Xiaoyi, "Eat an apple cushion to cushion your stomach first, and you will have to wait for a while for dinner." ”

The latter accepted with a hesitant look.

Put on your apron and get ready to start cooking.

Scoop the rice, wash the rice, put it in the rice cooker, press down to cook the rice, and wait.

Then the ingredients are processed, the washing is washed, the cut is cut, and the ready is prepared.

In his previous life, Mu Jingchi's cooking skills were acceptable, and some home-cooked side dishes could still be made, such as Kung Pao chicken, fish-flavored eggplant, sour and hot shredded potatoes, etc.

The kitchen itself has been treated with oil smoke and ventilation, and the operating system has the function of 'driving oil and smoke' in the kitchen.

Therefore, even if it is fried on a high heat, Mu Jingchi is not worried about the problem of oil smoke.

Song Xiaoyi looked at the series of operations of the great god Mu Jingchi, and forgot to bite the apple in his hand, his eyebrows were full of brilliance, and he flashed with surprise and admiration one after another.

The great god is too strong, isn't it?

Even if you are strong academically, after all, it is your main job, and if you are strong in music, you can endure it, after all, you have been an idol before, but why do you even do housework such as cooking so well?

I'm so stressed, huh?

I'm not worthy of a great god!

Song Xiaoyi's heart was entangled, thinking wildly in his mind, thinking about his advantages.

Scratching his still wet head, Song Xiaoyi felt a little depressed.

Housework, she won't do. At best, he can mop the floor and fold a stack of clothes, but he is not very good at it. Cooking has never been tried.

In terms of main actors, not to mention the difference in status between the two, even in terms of business level, it seems that they can't compare. The great god has already made achievements and won awards, and she is just a supporting role in a drama.

That drama hasn't been released yet!

What about hobbies?

Thinking of this, Song Xiaoyi couldn't help but look at the sky speechlessly, as if she didn't have any hobbies?

Does shopping count?

Does watching movies and chasing dramas count?

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Standard three dishes and one soup.

Song Xiaoyi watched Mu Jingchi busy in the kitchen, even if it was this kind of housework of cooking, she felt that the other party had a special rhythm hidden in it, as if cooking had become an art.

In such an appreciative gaze, the meal was unconsciously completed.

Tomato and egg soup, Kung Pao chicken, ground three fresh, and braised pork ribs!

Before Song Xiaoyi could wake up, the two bowls of rice that had been served came to the dining table unconsciously, and the great god was fiddling with chopsticks.

"Come here, eat. ”

Song Xiaoyi hurriedly ran over, and sat down very embarrassed and shy, only to feel that he was too useless, like a pet raised by the other party.

"Great God, I will definitely repay you well!" Perhaps feeling that his behavior of rubbing rice was really 'sin', Song Xiaoyi emphasized again, and his little face puffed up cutely.

"Well, I'll wait. ”

Mu Jingchi glanced at Song Xiaoyi, picked up the rice bowl, held the chopsticks and began to pick up the vegetables, and responded smoothly.

At this time, Song Xiaoyi was very hesitant.

On the one hand, she felt that the food made by the great god was too fragrant, and she was indeed very hungry, so she really wanted to add more food.

On the other hand, she felt that she should be reserved and not expose her hidden identity as a big stomach king in front of her favorite god.

The amount of belly in girls is variable.

When she's with her best friend and best friend, she might be able to eat three bowls for dinner. You can even take two strings of kidneys and three bottles of beer with you.

And when she's eating with the boy she likes, she can't eat a small bowl.

Under great perseverance.

Song Xiaoyi still feels that the impression of the male god is more important, and he who has already eaten a bowl of rice can already guarantee that he will not faint from hunger.

So, she put down the dishes and chopsticks, and tried her best to calm her tone and tone, so that people didn't sound so hesitant and reluctant. Try to look in other directions, so as not to let the other party see the lingering love for the dish in their eyes.

"I'm full. ”

Mu Jingchi's eyes looked at Song Xiaoyi fixedly, then stood up and picked up the small bowl in front of Song Xiaoyi, and walked to the rice cooker.

Belch...

I thought it was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, but I didn't expect it to be a meal for her, and it was a full bowl.

"Eat more, I'll serve you when I'm done." ”

Song Xiaoyi looked at the mouth of the great god and spit out this sentence, he didn't know how to deal with it, his hidden identity was seen through by the opposite!

Turning grief and anger into appetite, Song Xiaoyi had tears in her eyes, and once again picked up the rice bowl and held chopsticks to pick up the vegetables.