That look was radiant, and it was an expression of sincere dedication.

Shi Mosheng couldn't cry or laugh.

"So, you're giving me a jar of pickles?"

Shi Mosheng has always been calm and calm, but this time he had to raise his eyebrows to look at her, and he was really shocked by her unexpected gift.

Su Yihuan pretended to be puzzled: "Don't you like to eat?" Didn't you take the box I put in the fridge? ”

"Yes, but ......"

Su Yihuan propped up the table with both hands and suddenly approached him: "The courtesy is light and affectionate, don't tell me you don't like it." There was already a coquettish hint in his tone.

Shi Mosheng immediately surrendered: "I like it, you like whatever you send." ”

Su Yihuan was at such a close distance, pecked Shi Mosheng lightly on the face, and quickly retreated.

Leave a phrase "See you in the evening." "The back is chic.

There was Shi Mosheng and a jar of cute pickles left in the office, which made him really laugh.

After getting off work, Shi Mosheng waited in the car as usual, Su Yihuan's idea, one after the other, to hide people's eyes.

Sure enough, five minutes later, the waiting person came on time, opened the door and got into the car, and the first question was: "Where are the sour bamboo shoots?" Did you bring it? ”

"Bring it, in the back seat, I promise to go back and taste it." Shi Mosheng shook his head helplessly.

On the way to the restaurant, Su Yihuan suddenly remembered: "Dean Shi, have you heard of an affair with a mysterious little nurse recently?" ”

Shi Mosheng dated the little nurse, everyone in the hospital who likes to talk about gossip knows a little, but they are only skeptical, although a security guard swears that he saw the surveillance video, but the monitoring of this kind of thing cannot be leaked to people casually, without evidence, and who the nurse is is always an unsolved mystery.

Therefore, most people think that this matter is mostly made up, some believe it, and they just sigh, but it's a pity that Dr. Su Yihuan is so close to the water, and he was actually fished out by a little nurse first, and he didn't hurry up, and now his intestines must be repentant.

The gossip actor looked at the road conditions openly, and took the time to glance at the culprit: "It's not due to someone." ”

Su Yihuan secretly stuck out his tongue.

What Shi Mosheng didn't expect was that when he got off the bus at the door of the hotel, Su Yihuan directly opened the door of the back seat and held the jar in his arms.

"Put it in the car, why are you holding it?"

Shi Mosheng closed the door on that side and walked over to ask.

"Do you really think I'm going to give you a jar of pickles?"

Su Yihuan held the jar with one hand and wanted to poke Shi Mosheng's head, but Shi Mosheng let him back and didn't poke it, so he withdrew his hand and patted the lid of the sour bamboo shoot altar:

"This is the raw material I want to give you a gift!"

Shi Mosheng suddenly said: "You want to cook for me?" ”

"It's a soup for washing your hands."

Su Yihuan blinked lightly, which was different from the past.

She is gentle and quiet most of the time, and her occasional liveliness and coquettishness are particularly precious and rare, and every time she is captured by Shi Mosheng, she has been amazing in her memory for a long time.

At this moment, the beautiful eyes opened and closed, like the shutter of a camera, and the moment was frozen in an instant, pulling out a trace of Shi Mosheng's soul and surrounding her.

"Why don't you go back and cook me a table, come to the restaurant."

He asked, in fact, he felt good about whatever she sent, but when he heard the words wash his hands and make soup, his mood was extremely warm.

Su Yihuan felt his gentle gaze, and smiled softly: "My cooking skills should be shown little by little, and I will surprise you from time to time in the future!" "Love Chinese Net

Later......

He thinks he likes this word very much, two words, spread out is forever, for a lifetime.

The sunset was gorgeous, shining on the people, draped in red, and the light gold of the setting sun flowed in the air, enveloping the surrounding buildings.

Pedestrians come and go, only they freeze.

"Let's go." Shi Mosheng stretched out his hand.

Su Yihuan was led by him and walked towards the restaurant.

"You'll get the chef to borrow it from the kitchen in a moment."

At the door, she whispered.

As soon as they were seated by the waiters, the chef came out of the kitchen to greet them personally.

Shi Mosheng said softly: "Don't look at the chef who is British, but the dishes are very good." ”

Sure enough, the chef came over and opened his mouth to be a standard British accent,

If it weren't for the chef's outfit, I would have wanted people to say, "Yes, my lord."

He greeted the lady gentleman, and then talked to Shi Mosheng, who had a beautiful accent and a conversation that sounded magical.

In the end, the chef invited Su Yihuan to follow him to the back kitchen.

In the back kitchen of Western food, the first time I made Chinese food, other people in the kitchen were curious and came to watch.

Su Yihuan washed his hands and rolled up his sleeves, and was very calm in front of a group of chefs.

When I finally came out of the kitchen, I had a hot bowl of soup in my hand.

Chicken skin soup with sour bamboo shoots, chicken skin is a fine chicken breast with a tender taste.

Su Yihuan held the white porcelain soup bowl and placed it firmly on the table: "How is it?" The treatment of Daguanyuan is not a disadvantage to you, a pampered young master, right? “

In Su Yihuan's expectant gaze, Shi Mosheng scooped a spoonful and drank it, the entrance was first sour, and then there was the aroma of chicken, the bamboo shoots were crispy, the chicken was tender, the taste buds of the drink were stretched, the warm soup flowed all the way down the throat into the stomach, the warmth steamed in the five organs, and finally floated to the corners of the mouth, turning into a smile.

Su Yihuan was very happy to be affirmed.

This meal is a combination of Chinese and Western, very nondescript, but the two of them eat very happily.

Su Yihuan took two sips of Shi Mosheng's spoon, Shi Mosheng wanted to give her the bowl, but she didn't want it, saying that the food was the best taste for separating people.

She puffed up her cheeks and blew the hot soup like a spitting fish, her little mouth pursed up, and she was ruddy like a budding flower.

Shi Mosheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he couldn't tell for a moment whether the soup was delicious or delicious.

Finally, after eating this meal, when serving coffee, the chef came out again, smiling, Shi Mosheng praised his cooking skills, but he looked at Su Yihuan with a smile, opened his mouth, and said not so standard Chinese: "I think Mr. Shi's favorite thing tonight is this lady's Chinese food, because there is a mysterious seasoning there, called love." ”

Su Yi held her face happily, and Shi Mosheng smiled and cast her gaze, warming her cheeks more and more.

After the chef left, Su Yihuan said, "This chef speaks like a Frenchman. ”

The slight bitterness of the coffee neutralized the sweetness in his heart, and a question appeared in Su Yihuan's mind.

This question has been bothering her for some time.

That is, why didn't he tell her his private number?

Now she trusts that Shi Mosheng is not playing with her feelings, and thinks that he must have his own reasons, but after a long time, she is inevitably curious, so she asked.