Chen Xiaojian dragged Song Zhixiao's suitcase in one hand and a packing bag in the other, and went upstairs with Song Zhixiao.

"You clean up, I'll get some cooking. After entering the house, Chen Xiaojian handed the suitcase to Song Zhixiao and said.

As he spoke, Chen Xiaojian put the packing bag on the table and took off his coat.

"Okay, I'll sort it out. Song Zhixiao reached out and took Chen Xiaojian's blazer, hung it aside, and then pushed the suitcase into the bedroom.

Looking at Song Zhixiao who walked into the bedroom, Chen Xiaojian rolled up his sleeves with a smile and walked into the kitchen with a packing bag.

Take the dishes out of the cupboard, wash them, and set the meal in order.

After laying it out, I glanced at the food on the table. Chen Xiaojian eats almost the same alone, and the words of two people are a bit insufficient.

"Jihyo. Chen Xiaojian shouted.

"What's wrong?" Song Zhixiao, who was cleaning up, heard Chen Xiaojian's voice and poked his head out and asked.

"The food is a little insufficient, do you want to eat noodles or what?" Chen Xiaojian asked, looking through the refrigerator.

Usually Song Zhixiao is not a person who can cook by himself, and there are only some kimchi sent by Song's mother in the refrigerator.

"It's okay, you just have to watch it. Song Jihyo thought for a while and said.

In fact, you don't have to think about it at all, there is nothing but noodles at home.

"Okay. Chen Xiaojian answered, and Song Zhixiao also turned around and continued to clean up.

Chen Xiaojian took out the ramen noodles in the cabinet and prepared to boil the noodles.

After putting the water away, I glanced at the dishes on the table, and then at the water in the pot.

Chen Xiaojian turned off the fire, took out his wallet from his coat, and said, "I'll go buy some food and I'll be back in a while." ”

After speaking, Chen Xiaojian pushed the door and walked out.

"Hey, don't bother, just eat a little. Hearing Chen Xiaojian's words, Song Zhixiao hurriedly chased him out and replied.

But the answer was a "bang" and the sound of the door shut.

Looking at the closed door, the inexplicable Song Zhixiao felt empty in his heart, and there was a feeling that Chen Xiaojian would not come back as soon as he left.

But when I looked at the food on the table, the blazer hanging over there, the feeling of emptiness was gone, replaced by a feeling of warmth.

After a while, Chen Xiaojian came back with the vegetables he had bought. As long as he prepares two more dishes, Chen Xiaojian only bought some in the supermarket outside the community.

After coming back, Chen Xiaojian went directly into the kitchen and began to process the dishes he bought.

One meat and one vegetable, two home-cooked dishes, boiled beef and mapo tofu.

Chen Xiaojian is not a chef, but a few home-cooked dishes are still fine.

Otaku all rely on technology to get by, do you think otaku can only play games and eat instant noodles?

He'll definitely do more than you think.

Neither dish is very complicated, and boiled beef is a little more cumbersome.

In fact, this is the first time Chen Xiaojian has made boiled beef, and he does it in the same way as boiled meat slices.

This is mainly based on Song Ji-hyo's taste as a South Korean, and Chen Xiaojian is not particularly able to understand South Koreans' persistent pursuit of Korean cattle.

Song Zhixiao's luggage had already been packed, and he just leaned against the door frame and watched Chen Xiaojian cooking over there.

Song Zhixiao's life skills are basically useless, so when he saw Chen Xiaojian cooking with a spatula, he had both a sense of frustration and a sense of happiness.

The frustration is because Chen Xiaojian, a big man, looks like a big man when he cooks, but he doesn't understand it at all. This is a very negative point in South Korean society.

The happiness is due to the fact that in South Korea, women are basically the cookers at home, and men rarely even enter the kitchen. Now that there is a man who is willing to cook for himself, there will naturally be a sense of happiness.

Chen Xiaojian didn't know what Song Zhixiao thought, otherwise he would definitely say a word, don't sit on the base.

In China, how many good men in the new era can't cook?

There is no way to do it, now the girls in Huaxia are no longer as good at cooking as their mothers, but like their fathers, they can drink.

"Let's try it and see how it tastes. Chen Xiaojian put mapo tofu on a plate, took out a pair of chopsticks and handed it to Song Zhixiao and said.

"Wow, super tasty. Song Zhixiao took a pair of chopsticks and said while eating.

Chen Xiaojian smiled, fiddled with the other pot, and said, "Bring it to the table, this is almost ready." ”

After a while, Chen Xiaojian also served the boiled beef, poured a spoonful of oil, garnished with coriander, and brought it out.

"How about tasting this, I don't know if it's good for the first time. Chen Xiaojian said while wiping his hands.

Song Jihyo looked at the bowl of boiled beef in front of him, took a piece of beef and took a bite.

"Hmm. The beef was entered, and Song Ji-hyo made a voice of satisfaction.

"Both courses were delicious. Song Zhixiao pointed to the dishes made by Chen Xiaojian and said.

"Well, if you think it's delicious. Chen Xiaojian sat down, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.

After eating it, I squinted my eyes, well, I was quite satisfied, and the taste was not bad.

These two dishes are what Chen Xiaojian thinks is acceptable to the taste of South Korea, relatively speaking, the taste is relatively heavy.

"Eat. Chen Xiaojian said to Song Zhixiao.

"Okay, then I'm going. Song Jihyo nodded, picked up the chopsticks and said.

The two of them were eating and chatting about recent events. The main thing is that Song Zhixiao is asking, and Chen Xiaojian is answering.

Song Jihyo has nothing to do in his hometown these days, unlike Chen Xiaojian, whether it is in the store or Lee Soon-gyu singing.

is mainly asking about the song, which also contains some private goods, such as who is the little girl sitting next to Chen Xiaojian today.

Chen Xiaojian didn't care too much, anyway, he was chatting, so he told Song Zhixiao about the matter.

Song Jihyo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he knew that Chen Xiaojian was going alone and Park Hyomin just happened to meet him.

It's good that it's not an appointment, which means that they are not so familiar, and it also shows that Park Hyomin's status in Chen Xiaojian's heart is far inferior to himself.

After all, Chen Xiaojian called himself to make an appointment, if Park Xiaomin's status in Chen Xiaojian's heart is the same as or higher than himself, then he should also call her.

By chance, the relationship between the two parties is not so familiar. Otherwise, why don't you make an appointment together?

At first, Song Zhixiao was relatively relieved, but after a while, he was a little entangled again.

Making an agreement with one another can certainly explain the relationship between them. But isn't this kind of chance encounter more romantic?

Aren't those soap operas all stories like this? If you encounter too many chances, don't you become fate?

Thinking of this, Song Jihyo shook his head. No, definitely not.

How could they be meant to be.