Chapter 22

When there was only one person left, Song Xi also had to turn her head. She asked George Sheng to do something. Did she have to show that? But she has no idea what George Sheng likes. What's more, he lives in hundreds of millions of mansions and drives millions of cars. The most important thing is money. What can she give him?

Brain fast fly of turn, suddenly Song Xi brainstorm, thought of!

In the course of her few contacts with George Sheng, the only thing she found that he loved was probably the taste of food, sour and sweet.

Song Xi doesn't know if it's her favorite, but now she can only be a living horse doctor. After work in the evening, she takes a taxi to two places, one in the east of the city and the other in the west of the city.

In the east of the city is a typical Jingbang restaurant. Song Xi packed Gongbao shrimp balls, shredded chicken and rock sugar elbows; In the west of the city is a Bazhou restaurant. She buys more.

Having been to Qiao's old house for three times, Song Xi knows that they have several great masters, among whom there must be Cantonese cuisine master. She is a great cook of pineapple and sweet and sour spareribs. Even people like her who usually don't like sweet and sour food secretly say that they are excellent.

It took nearly two hours on the way. Song Xi came home with two big bags of food boxes and put ten dishes on the table. Today, she was psychologically prepared. No matter what time George Sheng came back, she would be sober and wait for him. They all said that her hands were short and her mouth was soft. As long as he took a bite, she would open her mouth.

In the process of waiting, Song Xi was not idle. She was reading a medical book in her hand. She was afraid of sleepiness, and she made a cup of coffee. In this way, she stayed up until 1:45 a.m. when the door rang.

She first raised her head, then put down the book and got up to the direction where she could see the porch.

George Sheng changed his shoes at the entrance, but without raising his head, Song Xi said with a smile: "come back, have you had dinner? I've bought some food. You can see if it suits your taste. I'll heat it for you. "

While he was talking, Georges Sheng changed his shoes and went in. He still didn't look at Song Xi. When he came to the living room, he glanced at the dishes on the table.

Song Xi is also a real person. He didn't open the take out box. How did he pick it up and put it out.

George Sheng just looked at it, then turned to the second floor without saying a word.

Song Xi Nao doesn't understand what he means, but after waiting for so long, she can't wait for nothing. She says in a voice, "I have something to ask you to do me a favor. Listen to me. If I can't help you, I'll be fine."

It's better than cutting meat slowly every day.

Like yesterday, George Sheng didn't look back. As he walked upstairs, he said, "if you want to ask for help, you have to have an attitude. I don't eat takeout."

No takeout?

Song Xi ponders over the meaning of Georges Sheng's words. Does he want her to do it for him?

"Ha..."

George Sheng's figure has long disappeared. Song Xi laughs in the middle of the night, but he doesn't know whether to mock him or himself.

Song Yuanqing is spoiled to her. Although she is not spoiled, she is really not good at such things as going into the kitchen. It's the acme for her to cook noodles and make pimple soup. When she glances at the ribs and fish on the table, she may not even see what these ingredients look like before they are cooked.

The next morning, Song Xi wrote a note and put it at the gate of George Sheng: if you come back tonight, take the note away.

She really didn't want to call him again. His attitude made her feel that she might have a heart disease.

Go downstairs and take out two big bags of takeaway from the refrigerator. Song Xi goes to work in the hospital.

During the lunch break, Han Chunmeng happily comes to Song Xi to go to the canteen for dinner. She only walks with wind at this time every day. Her pace is as light as 90 Jin.

Song Xi took the food out of the refrigerator and said, "don't go to the canteen today. It's all new and hasn't moved."

Han Chunmeng casually opened a few box lids to have a look. He immediately widened his eyes and pursed his lips. "Wow, sweet and sour fish, rock sugar elbows, Kung Pao shrimp balls, where did they come from?"

Song Xi was not in a very good mood and said, "it's not a gale anyway."

Han Chunmeng doesn't think so much about what she eats, so she quickly takes it to the microwave oven to heat it up. At noon, they sit in the lounge with ten dishes on the table. Song Xi usually likes salty and spicy food, but lacks interest in sweet and sour food. What she eats is tasteless and tasteless. In the middle of the way, she sandwiches a sweet and sour fillet and pretends to ask unintentionally, "how do you make this?"

Han Chunmeng is a senior eater. She can not only eat, but also make. After hearing this, she said: "this is to select lean meat, cut it into strips, and prepare eggs, starch, salt, sugar, vinegar, first..."

Han Chunmeng says that Song Xi has almost lost his appetite. Among all the dishes, this one looks like "soft persimmon". She didn't expect that soft persimmon is so hard to pinch.

At night, Song Xi goes home with a take away bag, changes his shoes and goes to the second floor. At the door of Georges Sheng, the note has disappeared. Song Xi says in secret, fortunately.

Without changing her clothes, she quickly went downstairs to the kitchen to get the dishes, put the dishes bought from outside into the dishes, and specially threw the take out bag into the garbage can of the community.

After the body was destroyed, she went upstairs to take a bath, and the rest was waiting for her.

After a cup of coffee, she sat on the sofa in the living room and read a book. Today, George Sheng was earlier than the other two days, and she came back just after 12 o'clock.

Song Xi put down his book and got up as usual to say hello to him. Georges Sheng also hung up as usual and didn't answer.

Walking inside, he saw several dishes on the table. Song Xi said with a smile, "I don't know when you will be back. It's already ready. Let me help you warm it up."

George Sheng is noncommittal. Song Xi, like his daughter-in-law, goes into the kitchen with a plate to heat the dishes. She's so lucky that with so many things in the kitchen, she still uses the microwave.

George Sheng is smoking on the sofa in the living room when he comes out from the hot dishes. Song Xi guesses that he is waiting for tasting, isn't he?

I muttered in my heart, who was not the master at home before? But the noodles didn't show it. She still took the initiative and "happily" to bring some dishes to Georges Sheng. Even the chopsticks were ready, just like waiting for the emperor to eat.

George Sheng has never said a word since he came in. Song Xi is used to it. He doesn't have any good words to say, so it's better not to say.

However, he did not have difficulty for her today. He picked up chopsticks and ate pineapple meat.

Song Xi stood waiting, although he did not know what he would say, but also did not know that he would suddenly throw chopsticks on the table.

Silver chopsticks, marble table, "Ding Ding" before and after the two rings, dead of night, particularly crisp, it is almost knocked on the heart of Song Xi.

George Sheng got up and left. Song Xi was stunned for two seconds. Then he subconsciously looked at him and asked, "what's the matter? Isn't it delicious? "

Georges Sheng stopped and looked at her coldly, "you think you made the dish of water Manglietia after throwing away the packing box and changing it into a plate“

Where did Song Xi think that his mouth was so cunning and Teng's face turned red all of a sudden. This feeling is especially like that he was caught by the teacher in the exam, which is not only embarrassing, but also humiliating!

But Georges Sheng was obviously not finished. Because of the height difference, he almost half looked at her and said, "go to the grave and burn the newspaper. Are you fooling me“