Chen Xiaojian sat in the living room watching TV, waiting for Song Jihyo's ramen dinner.

Serving ramen to guests is not too good, but it is certainly not too bad.

Ramen in South Korea has a unique spirit, which is very different from that in China.

If you go to China again, you invite someone to your home as a guest, and in the end you just eat a bowl of noodles, most of you will be beaten to death.

It was precisely with this in mind that Song Zhixiao said to cook noodles for himself, but Chen Xiaojian didn't say much

Besides, Song Jihyo is a single girl and a debut actor. Can you expect her to cook and make flowers? It's nice to have ramen.

At this moment, there was a sudden scream of "ah" in the kitchen, followed by a "dangchang", the sound of metal bumping.

"What's wrong?" As soon as he heard the voice, Chen Xiaojian hurriedly stood up and ran to the kitchen.

As soon as I walked to the kitchen, I saw Song Jihyo sucking his fingers, and there was a ham sausage on the cutting board that had not been cut, as well as a touch of red.

Song Zhixiao heard Chen Xiaojian's voice, turned to look at Chen Xiaojian at the door, his eyes were filled with tears, and he looked pitiful.

"Got your fingers?" Chen Xiaojian asked as he walked over with a frown.

Song Jihyo nodded, "Hmm".

"It really is. "Chen Xiaojian doesn't know what to say, but you can cut your fingers when you cut a ham sausage, so if you carve a radish flower, will you chop your hands?

Chen Xiaojian walked over, half-held Song Zhixiao's hand, and said, "Show me." ”

Song Zhixiao took out the finger that was just in his mouth, and Chen Xiaojian looked at it, and a small opening was made on it, and blood overflowed from it after a while.

Chen Xiaojian took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped Song Zhixiao's bleeding fingers, and asked, "Where is the medicine box at home?"

"In the cupboard in my room. Song Zhixiao said pitifully.

"Okay, you sit here, I'll get it. After Chen Xiaojian finished speaking, he pulled Song Zhixiao to sit at the table and walked to the room.

entered Song Jihyo's room and rummaged through two cabinets to find the medicine box.

Chen Xiaojian walked out with the medicine box, sat opposite Song Zhixiao, opened the medicine box and began to take the medicine outside.

Song Zhixiao pinched his fingers wrapped in a handkerchief and looked at Chen Xiaojian with a flushed face.

Chen Xiaojian pulled Song Zhixiao's hand over, untied the handkerchief, began to wipe and disinfect with medicine, and then put a band-aid on it.

Seeing Chen Xiaojian seriously helping him wipe his wound and disinfect it, Song Zhixiao asked softly, "You didn't see anything, did you?"

Chen Xiaojian glanced at Song Zhixiao, shook his head, and continued the movements in his hands.

Song Zhixiao saw Chen Xiaojian shaking his head, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said secretly: It's good that I didn't see it.

Chen Xiaojian helped Song Zhixiao check the wound, secretly glanced at Song Zhixiao, saw Song Zhixiao's relieved look, and thought to himself: "How could I tell you that I accidentally turned over the cabinet where you put your underwear just now?"

Next to the cabinet where Song Zhixiao put the medicine box was the cabinet where he put his underwear, he thought that Chen Xiaojian's face would be flushed when he saw it.

Chen Xiaojian did see it, but how could he admit it?

After Chen Xiaojian helped Song Zhixiao put on the band-aid, he put everything back into the medicine box and said, "Okay, go sit over there, I'll get it done." ”

"Can you cook?" Song Zhixiao looked at Chen Xiaojian with some surprise.

It's not that boys don't know how to cook in South Korea, but there aren't many who can cook. And if they are asked to cook for girls, it is even less.

Chen Xiaojian looked at Song Zhixiao's appearance, shook his head and walked into the kitchen. Jokes, Chinese men, who doesn't know how to cook a few home-cooked dishes?

Expecting a wife or girlfriend to cook for him? It feels like a man is at least half starving.

Chen Xiaojian processed the cutting board, and then finished cutting the ham sausage that had not yet been cut.

Turning around just in time to see Song Zhixiao standing at the door, Chen Xiaojian smiled and asked, "How is it?"

Song Jihyo nodded, at least much better than himself.

Chen Xiaojian began to boil water, opened the refrigerator and took a look, and asked, "Do you want to add eggs?"

"Okay. Song Jihyo nodded and said.

Chen Xiaojian took out two eggs and said, "Aren't you going to sit outside?"

"No, it's fun to watch you cook noodles like this. Song Jihyo shook his head and said.

"Whatever you want. Chen Xiaojian smiled, and after a while, the water boiled, and Chen Xiaojian put the noodles and flavored buns in to boil.

When it was almost cooked, Chen Xiaojian put the ham sausage in it and boiled it. When he put the ham sausage, he said softly: "This bowl of noodles must be very delicious today." ”

"What's wrong, is there any special method?" Song Zhixiao listened to Chen Xiaojian's words and asked curiously.

There are many ways to cook ramen, but in Song Zhixiao's opinion, Chen Xiaojian's method is not unusual, it is normal.

"Because there's your blood in it. Chen Xiaojian said as he used chopsticks to test whether the noodles were already good.

"Ah, don't talk nonsense. Song Zhixiao listened to Chen Xiaojian's words, and his face immediately turned red.

In fact, Chen Xiaojian's words did not mean anything else, but in Song Zhixiao's ears, there were some problems.

This pot of noodles was eaten by himself and Chen Xiaojian, and now there is his own blood in it, which means that Chen Xiaojian drank his own blood?

Why do you feel ashamed when you think about it?

"What's wrong?" Chen Xiaojian didn't expect Song Zhixiao to think so much, so seeing Song Zhixiao's reaction, he asked a little strangely.

"Nothing. Song Jihyo shook his head again and again, then turned around and left. Just thinking of that, I was embarrassed to stand here and watch Chen Xiaojian cook noodles anymore.

Chen Xiaojian looked at Song Zhixiao who ran away, confused, and didn't know what was wrong.

Chen Xiaojian shook his head and continued to cook noodles.

Song Ji-hyo waited outside while watching TV, and from time to time he turned sideways to see the situation in the kitchen. It's a pity that the angle is not right, and I can't see it at all.

When Song Zhixiao leaned out again, Chen Xiaojian walked out with a ramen pot.

"It's time to eat. Chen Xiaojian put the ramen on the table, saw Song Zhixiao's appearance, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Hehe, nothing, eat noodles, hehe. With that, Song Zhixiao got up and came to the table, looked at the noodles in the pot, rubbed his hands, and looked very expectant.

Chen Xiaojian took the dishes and chopsticks out of the kitchen, scooped up a bowl of noodles, and handed it to Song Zhixiao. Song Zhixiao looked at Chen Xiaojian and took it.

"How about tasting it?" asked Chen Xiaojian as he fished it for himself.

"It was delicious. Song Jihyo took a bite and said.

"That's good. Chen Xiaojian nodded and ate it himself.

South Korean ramen is a little different from Chinese ramen and instant noodles, but the taste is not bad.