C227 Song Jiayin cooked for him

Song Jiayin was busy cooking in the kitchen. Although she rarely went to the kitchen, her cooking skills were still not bad. Although she was a little tired, she was still feeling happy inside. She wondered if their tastes were good enough for them.

Gong Yichen and the Old Master were watching TV in the living room, enjoying their meal happily. Gong Yichen was amused by the plot in the television. He asked the old man, "Did the monkeys send you here to make fun of you?"

The old tutor was also amused. There were really very few chances to have a meal together. Gong Yichen was very happy.

The dishes were almost all prepared. Song Jiayin used a tissue to wipe the sweat off her back.

Although it was just four simple dishes and a bowl of seafood soup, it was still very delicious and fragrant. Even Song Jiayin was about to drool when she saw this.

She carried all the dishes to the table and arranged the plates and chopsticks. He shouted towards the living room, "It's open, let's eat soon.

"Song Jiayin looked like a good wife and mother as she smiled and looked at Gong Yichen.

Gong Yichen quickly locked his gaze onto Song Jiayin as well. "Alright, let's do it right away."

Gong Yichen supported the old man and slowly walked to the dining table. He pulled up the chair for the old man to sit down.

Song Jiayin, who was watching from the side, said anxiously, "Old Gramps, slow down."

The old man looked at her benevolently. "Good, good, good. Be careful."

After settling down the old man, the two of them sat down, Song Jiayin's face was full of anticipation. He looked at him lovingly, "Gong Yichen, try it."

Without hesitation, Gong Yichen picked up the big chopsticks and placed them into his mouth: "En, delicious, pretty good at cooking." After Song Jiayin heard this, she felt shy and kept quiet.

Gong Yichen hurriedly gave a mouthful of meat to the old man, who chewed it until his mouth felt a little sore. He swallowed his saliva at the end and gave Song Jiayin a thumbs up, "Not bad, this child.

This made Gong Yichen laugh, this old man was such an interesting person. The two of them took a bite. When they saw the dishes on the table, they nearly drooled. We're eating. " Gong Yichen looked at Song Jiayin with anticipation.

Song Jiayin revealed a smile, and said: "Go ahead and eat, although you made me look like this, it's actually just a normal occurrence."

The old man chewed on them slowly. Song Jiayin was already satisfied when he saw that they were not eating as happily as they liked.

"Ugh …" Eh? Gong Yichen ate too quickly and choked on his food, Song Jiayin immediately patted her back and ran to the kitchen to get a bowl of soup for him.

Song Jiayin worriedly said: "Eat slower, drink some soup."

Gong Yichen picked up the soup, and with a "gulu gulu" sound, he became stuffy and leaned comfortably on the chair. Everyone in the family felt happy. The old man suddenly said, "In the future when you go to work, come back and visit me."

Gong Yichen and Song Jiayin felt very ashamed, they were really busy and did not have much time to accompany the old man. Gong Yichen patted the Old Man's shoulder, "Song Jiayin and I will come to see you whenever we have time."

The old man was as happy as a child as he kept nodding his head. The meal was a success, and they were all full, leaning back in their chairs, not wanting to move.

Song Jiayin thought that there were still some fruits in the fridge, so she made them into fruit salad and gave them dessert. Gong Yichen pulled her back, "What are you doing, sit down, I'm so tired." Her eyes were silent and his heart ached.

Song Jiayin smiled, "It's fine, I'm not tired. I'll get some fruits for the old man to eat with you, it's very fast." She pushed Gong Yichen's hands away and went into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and took out the fruit, preparing to make the fruit salad.

At this time, the Old Gramps sneaked near Gong Yichen and whispered, "Brat, this kid is pretty good. He has good culinary skills and is a good person."

Gong Yichen rolled his eyes in a very arrogant and spoiled manner, "That's true, the culinary arts are really not bad, the old man is jealous of me!"

The old man was so amused that he started laughing, while the grandfather-grandson duo made perfect sense. On the other side, Song Jiayin who was busy in the kitchen cut the fruits into puddles.

She kept muttering in her heart, "I wonder if my performance is good …"

Although Song Jiayin was very busy, but she ate very delicious food. Gong Yichen walked into the kitchen and hugged her from behind, then looked at her while grinning: "Do you need my help?"

Song Jiayin was at a loss of what to do. She hurriedly pushed him away and whispered into Gong Yichen's ear. "Pay attention, the old man is here."

Gong Yichen looked at the old man and hugged him tightly again, "The old man is busy reading the newspapers."

Song Jiayin winked at him: "Then help me get the salad." After hearing the orders, Gong Yichen immediately ran to the refrigerator to take out the salad. Put the fruit on a plate and pour the salad.

Song Jiayin grabbed his hand and poured the salsa together, the two of them having fun together. In that moment, Gong Yichen also felt that Song Jiayin was capable of everything, proficient in everything. Gong Yichen secretly kissed her when she wasn't paying attention.

She bashfully hit him, "I'm telling you to be more careful, it's so embarrassing to be seen by the old man." Gong Yichen smiled mischievously.

At this moment, the old man was completely engrossed in reading the newspaper, and the two of them had already made a simple fruit salad. Song Jiayin brought the fruit to the living room and called for the old man to try it.

The old tutor was full of praises as she chattered on. After quickly finishing the popular fruit salad, Song Jiayin turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Gong Yichen followed her. He knew she was going to get busy again.

"What are you doing here? I'm going to wash the dishes." Song Jiayin said.

As expected, Chen Hua Pi had thought of it and Gong Yichen pulled her to the living room to sit. Ye Zichen caressed her hair, opened his eyes wide and said in a gentle voice, "I don't need you to do household chores in the future. Go and rest."

Song Jiayin was moved by his words. She went to the fridge to get her coffee and sat on the sofa with him to watch TV.

The old man really liked watching the news, but this was way too boring for Song Jiayin, but he was very sensible to watch it together with Song Jiayin.

Gong Yichen took out his phone to check his Weibo. If he saw anything interesting, he would give it to Song Jiayin. Slowly, the two of them sat to one side and played with their phones. The old man was too engrossed with the television to call himself, so he didn't have the time to pay any attention to the two of them.

Seeing that Song Jiayin was a little tired, Gong Yichen felt warm in her heart and asked, "Are you tired? Why don't you go upstairs and lie down.

Indeed, Song Jiayin was a little tired. She nodded at Gong Yichen and prepared to head upstairs to rest.

Song Jiayin politely said to the old man: "Watch the TV, I'll rest for a while upstairs, Gong Yichen will accompany you."

The old man nodded vigorously.