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When Wei Jun delivered the things, it was already night.

The summer night in this villa area is quiet and quiet, noisy and noisy.

Because the cicadas are singing too loudly, and there are too many of them, it seems that the cicadas of the entire city of A have gathered here.

However, it is hot in the city, but it is cool and comfortable here.

So, I called Chen Le to open the door and sent things in.

Wei Jun discussed with him that he would stay next door at night and leave tomorrow.

Chen Lezi had no opinion, and after putting everything away and putting everything in the refrigerator was put away, he turned to consciously clean up the bar.

Seeing this, Wei Jun looked around again: "Wait, the boss took people upstairs?" ”

Chen Le nodded: "Yes." ”

It's not downstairs, it's naturally only upstairs.

"Isn't there only the boss's room and study upstairs, as well as a recording studio?" Wei Jun thought of the most common topic between the two, and couldn't help but open his mouth wide, "The first time you came, you were brought to the recording studio?" Mr. Sheng was stalked for a few years before he was allowed to enter, right? ”

Chen Le continued to nod: "Yes, I haven't been in. ”

He is responsible for Sheng Jingheng's daily life, work, and never participates, so naturally he can't enter the recording studio.

Although he came to stare at Sheng Jingheng, he has been by his side for several years, but Sheng Jingheng still treats him as indifferent as an outsider.

However, Sheng Jingheng is not hostile to him, which is already very good.

When Wei Jun was about to say something more, he saw that Chen Le had finished cleaning up and interrupted what he was about to say.

"Let's go, go next door."

"Huh, so fast?" Wei Jun said that, but he still subconsciously followed him.

Chen Le said a lot: "When the boss goes downstairs, I don't want to see the two of us." ”

"yes," Wei Jun changed his shoes neatly and walked out, "Hurry up, it's too dark here, I'm still a little scared." ”

Chen Le secretly rolled his eyes, and then slowly got up: "It's here." ”

Not long after the two left, the two upstairs came down.

Smelling the lingering smell in the air, Nanyue walked straight to the kitchen: "Something seems to have been delivered." ”

"Well," Sheng Jingheng slowly followed her, "what are you going to do?" ”

"Cook something simple, the kind that doesn't need to be fried."

Nan Yue took out the newly bought ingredients from the refrigerator and stretched out his hand to stop him: "Teacher Sheng, we said okay, you just sit and wait to eat." ”

Sheng Jingheng lowered his eyes and glanced at her hand, almost touching him.

She has a good grasp of distance and knows when to approach and when to move away.

I don't know when it began, between the two of them, she began to dominate.

And he always habitually followed her steps and listened to all her words.

After Nanyue withdrew his hand, Sheng Jingheng consciously retreated to the bar, sat there, and quietly watched Nanyue's every move.

She said it was simple, and it was very simple.

All you need to do is get ready, put it in the oven, set the time, and clap your hands to wait for the results.

There is no excessive smell of oily smoke, more of a roasted aroma.

It didn't take long for the first food made by South Vietnam to come out of the oven.

"Purple sweet potato tart," Nan Yue snuggled in the bar, blinking, looking at him expectantly, "Teacher Sheng taste it, it shouldn't be too sweet." ”

Sheng Jingheng took a sip of iced tea first, and then took the egg tart, which was not so hot, and took a bite under the burning gaze of South Vietnam.

She didn't rush to ask, but waited until he had eaten a whole one before asking, "How is it?" ”

Sheng Jingheng looked at her for a moment, then picked up another one and handed it to her mouth: "Taste it." ”

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^