"That...... Songbo," Su Qingluan looked at the middle-aged man who was smiling very gently, "just call me Qingluan as usual." ”

"Madam, you must not be discarded," after a pause, he added, "but Madame should not be too nervous, just as usual." ”

Su Qingluan muttered in a low voice: "It's not really marrying Mu Xingzhi......"

Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan and teased: "What, Qingluan wants to really marry me?" ”

What? Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment and looked at Mu Xingzhi: Is the character of this guy as gentle as a jade boy collapsed? Although he also knew that this guy was not so gentle and harmless as he looked, since his true appearance was revealed on his face last night, Su Qingluan always felt that Mu Xingzhi's personality had gradually revealed a little bit of his true appearance.

“…… Actually, I don't want to ......," Su Qingluan said honestly, "although your face ...... Well, the real face is very attractive, but I don't have the consciousness of 'peony flowers die'. ”

Listening to Su Qingluan's words, Songbo almost sprayed - death under the peony flower......

And Mu Xingzhi was obviously amused again, although he was not enough to laugh, but his eyes bent into a crescent moon still betrayed his mood.

After smiling for a moment, Mu Xingzhi pointed to the food on the table: "Eat quickly, otherwise the food will be cold later." In the end, it is already autumn, and it is better not to eat cold food. ”

Su Qingluan nodded when she heard this: she was indeed hungry.

Looking at it from a distance, the porridge is yellow and clear, and it looks like millet porridge, but in addition to millet porridge, there is also a fine pumpkin puree, which is soft and glutinous and fragrant to drink, and has the sweetness of pumpkin.

Su Qingluan looked at Songbo: "I really didn't see it, Songbo's craftsmanship is so good, this porridge is so delicious!" As he spoke, he tasted another bite of red dates, except for the red dates on the top, there was still jujube meat filling inside.

It's just that I don't know if it's a process problem or deliberate, the filling filled inside is not a delicate jujube paste, but cut into pieces, although it is not as delicate as pure jujube paste, but it has a different chewy feeling, and it is not unpalatable.

was praised so frankly by Su Qingluan, but Song Bo shook his head: "Don't dare to get an axe in front of Madame." ”

This is not wrong in a sense, after all, although Songbo's cooking skills are good, he is only limited to the scope of "home-cooked food", while Su Qingluan is more good at some "high-end cuisine", so many more home-cooked foods can also make her feel particularly "stylish".

From a technical point of view, Songbo's cooking skills are naturally far inferior to Su Qingluan.

However, Su Qingluan has her own criteria for judging the "standard of cooking", so she raised her head and looked at Songbo: "It's not right for you to say that, the dishes I am good at are more sold in restaurants and other places, and the desserts designed are only for the rich and noble, but Songbo's home-cooked food is different." ”

Su Qingluan picked up the celery fried ginkgo in front of a pair of chopsticks: "Although the production method of home-cooked food does not require so many complicated skills, as long as it is injected with the emotions of the chef, this is the most important thing. ”

Songbo was stunned: "The freshly cooked rice naturally has a temperature......

The corners of Su Qingluan's mouth twitched: Uncle, I can't answer what you say so upright......

Mu Xingzhi couldn't help but laugh beside him: "Song Bo was born in the army, and sometimes he is too loyal, Qingluan, you can directly praise him for cooking deliciously." ”

Su Qingluan smiled: "I eat so happily, can't it explain this?" After all, facts speak louder than words, don't they? ”

When Songbo heard this, he immediately smiled and nodded: "In this case, the owner and his wife use it slowly, and Songbo will retire first." With that, he left the room entirely to the two of them.

So Su Qingluan refocused his attention on the six dishes in front of him.

Although it is a six-course dish, the size of the dish is not very large, and it is said that the "plate" is larger, but it is not enough to hold the "plate" level, and if you have to say it, it can only be said to be a "small plate". ”

After all, it's breakfast, and these six dishes are not too meaty and greasy, except for the previous dish of fried ginkgo with celery, there are also cold bamboo shoots, green bitter gourd, fried three shreds, and aged vinegar cabbage. The only meat dish is boiled chicken, which is also very light in taste, which is very suitable for waking up the stomach when you are drowsy in the morning.

Su Qingluan ate happily, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that Mu Xingzhi barely moved a few bites, just watching himself not stop lowering his chopsticks.

"Why, don't you eat?" Su Qingluan moved his gaze to the other party's wheelchair again, "So I said that sitting like this every day will still affect your appetite, right?" ”

Mu Xingzhi laughed when he heard this: "You really don't understand what I'm looking at?" ”

Su Qingluan's movements under the chopsticks slowed down: how could she not know? It's just that Mu Xingzhi is a little strange, why she obviously heard the other party and Songbo talking, but she didn't show the slightest desire to inquire.

"What you are willing to tell me, you will explain, and I don't need to say a word; If you don't want to say it, if I ask anything, you won't say a word, so what do I ask? ”

She wasn't going to play dumb, but she didn't bother to get into trouble either.

Mu Xingzhi smiled slightly: "Sure enough, I still like Qingluan's character very much." As he spoke, Mu Xingzhi grabbed the wide sleeve with one hand with his left hand, stretched out his right hand and put the cold bamboo shoots in the corner in front of Su Qingluan, "Oh, don't you want to eat?" ”

"How do you know?" Su Qingluan turned his head in surprise.

Although she tried to pick up the bamboo shoots, the distance was really a little far, and if she wanted to eat it, she had to stand up directly.

Although Su Qingluan, Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo are relatively familiar with each other, they have not yet reached the level of ignoring their image in order to eat a dish, so after she knew that she couldn't reach the bamboo shoots, she retreated and took a bite of the old vinegar cabbage heart that was closer to her in front of the bamboo shoots.

It's just that I didn't expect Mu Xingzhi's man's observation to be so good, Su Qingluan thought that his movements were very smooth, and he didn't even retreat after trying to pick up the bamboo shoots, how did this guy know what she was thinking? Is it true that you need to read minds?

Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan's unpredictable expression, and said: "Qingluan's mind is not difficult to guess, but there is no need to be so alarmed, I just have a little skill in recognizing people, so most people can't hide their thoughts in front of me, not just Qingluan." ”

The corners of Su Qingluan's mouth twitched: ...... Should I say thank you for this guy's "comfort"? But I wasn't comforted in the slightest......

Just like Su Qingluan thought before, if Mu Xingzhi wanted to tell him, he didn't wait for Su Qingluan to ask more, he had the opportunity to say it. When the two of them were drinking tea in the house after dinner, Su Qingluan heard the conversation between the master and slave in the morning.

"A low couch? Are you serious? She thought it was just a joke to make fun of her poor sleeping position.

Mu Xingzhi smiled and said: "Naturally, I am serious, otherwise according to Qingluan's sleeping appearance, it won't be long before I will really 'be bad'." ”

"......" Vacantly looking away, Su Qingluan muttered after a long silence, "Although there are few people in the dormitory, there is no guarantee that there will be no one, right?" What if someone who doesn't have an interest in it sees an extra couch? ”