Under the night, the plane took off steadily from Sunshine City and headed straight to Yanjing.

Walking out of the airport, Qin Shu dragged his suitcase and followed slowly behind. Song Xian'er's assistant Chen Jing glanced at him quietly. She didn't know what Qin Shu was following them, but she didn't say anything.

Outside, Song Xian'er's driver was already waiting. He was an uncle in his forties, with sharp eyes and a burly figure. He should be a Jianjiazi.

Seeing Qin Shu following behind, he kept paying attention to him with his own light, as if as long as Qin Shu had any abnormal movement, he would emit a thunderous blow.

"Uncle Yong, this is my classmate."

Song Xian'er explained.

Uncle Yong, whose name is Wang Yong, has been a driver of Song Xian'er for many years.

Wang Yong nodded slightly without saying a word, and helped him take his suitcase into the car.

Qin Shu sat in front, Song Xian'er and Chen Jing sat in back, the vehicle started and drove out of the airport.

Song Xian'er said: "Uncle Yong, send Xiaojing home first... Xiaojing, I will rest these days, I will give you a holiday, go and play with your boyfriend. I will call you in advance."

Chen Jing is younger than Song Xian'er. She used to be part-time assistant to Song Xian'er's mother. She didn't let her work independently until she was about to graduate from college and let Chen Jing be her assistant.

"Um."

Chen Jing responded shyly.

The vehicle shuttled through the bustling city area, took Chen Jing home, and continued to drive towards the inner ring and entered the "Lanxiangyuan".

‘Lanxiangyuan’ is located within the Third Ring Road of Yanjing. It is a famous garden-style villa community. Qin Shu can only buy more than one for money now.

The community has dense forests and elegant flowers. There are also lakes and streams, like a leisure park.

Each house inside is surrounded by a wall nearly 4 meters high, which can protect residents' privacy well.

The vehicle turned left and right, stopped in front of an iron door. Wang Yong took out the remote control and pressed it. The iron door slowly opened. The vehicle drove in and stopped in front of a two-story building.

Song Xian'er said, "Uncle Yong, I'm resting at home these days. I'll call you if I have something to do."

"Yeah, OK."

Wang Yong nodded slightly, cherishing his words as gold as gold, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Qin Shu on the passenger seat.

Song Xian'er explained: "He goes up and sits for a while and leaves after a while."

Wang Yong didn't say anything, and drove away after Qin Shu and Song Xian'er got off the car.

"Why did you explain so much to him?"

Qin Shu asked curiously, but if it were his driver, he would definitely not explain.

"Uncle Yong is the driver my father called, 'surveillance' me."

Qin Shu was happy and joked: "Then you dare to bring me home?"

"What's wrong with going to the house to sit? Do you have any other ideas?"

"What do you want me to have?" Qin Shu teased her.

"Go to yours, you're not serious... Go, go in first."

Song Xian'er pulled the suitcase and brought Qin Shu into the house. The decoration inside was not very luxurious, but the color was warm and the decoration was cute. It was obvious that it was the girl's residence.

After entering the house, Song Xian'er ignored Qin Shu and went up the second floor to do other things.

Qin Shu first went to the bathroom to change his clothes into shorts. The weather in Yanjing was dozens of degrees higher than that in Suncang City, and he was in the scorching heat.

He changed his clothes quickly. Seeing that Song Xian'er hadn't come down, he sat alone on the sofa in the living room. He turned on the TV to watch boredly. After waiting for a while, he saw that Song Xian'er had not come out yet, and said, "Hey, give me a glass of water at least."

"Don't you have no hands?" Song Xian'er's voice came from the second floor.

"I'm a guest, okay? Is there anyone who entertains guests like this? I'm hungry."

"It's so pretentious, wait."

After a while, Song Xian'er walked down from the second floor, and went up to change her home long skirt and loaded and unloaded it.

Qin Shu looked at her and said, "I think you look better without makeup."

"real?"

"Really, the skirt looks very good too." A long dress with a very young girl with pink flowers.

"If you have vision,...you can sit for a while first, I'll go cook."

Song Xian'er smiled slightly, opened the refrigerator, and filled it with ingredients.

"Why are there so many things in your refrigerator? Is it not expired?"

"No, I usually ask my aunt to come over to cook when I come back, and she will change the food inside."

"Then call her over."

Qin Shu didn't trust Song Xian'er's cooking skills and even doubted whether she could cook.

"No, I'll do it."

"Can you eat it?"

"Don't eat later. It's good to have food, and you're picky!"

"Don't, I believe you, do you need help?"

"No, just watch TV, I'll call you later."

Song Xian'er walked into the kitchen with the ingredients. She wanted to make fried eggs with shredded potatoes and tomatoes.

The potatoes have been peeled, and she just needs to cut them into shreds, take out the cutting board, tie it on an apron, and hold a kitchen knife, and look very good.

I picked up the potatoes and looked at them, then gestured with a knife a few times, then turned my head to look at Qin Shu who was watching TV in the living room, and finally took out my phone to watch the video of making fried potato shreds.

"It's very simple!"

After watching the video, she was full of confidence.

One knife, another knife... The potato shreds as thick as a little finger were cut.

"What are you doing? Fried potato bars? Can you eat at night? I don't want to eat potato bars." Qin Shu's voice rang.

Song Xian'er was concentrating on cutting potato shreds. She was startled by Qin Shu's sudden voice. Then she frowned slightly and turned her head and said, "What potato strips! Am I good about potato shreds?"

"Shredded potatoes?" Qin Shu was amused, "Okay, even if it is shredded potatoes, what other dishes are there?"

“Scrambled eggs with tomato.”

"Just two?"

“Isn’t two dishes enough?”

“I want to eat meat.”

"No."

Song Xian'er can't stir-fry meat? She has never cooked any food at all, but has just watched it next to her.

"I'll find it myself."

Qin Shu flipped through the refrigerator, and the freezer was full of meat, so he took two big steaks.

"Isn't this meat?"

"I can't do it, you will come."

"I'll do it if I come."

Qin Shu saw that the mobile phone she placed on the mattress was playing a video of fried potato shredded potatoes, and he knew that she couldn't cook.

"Give me the apron and go outside to rest."

In order to have supper, he had to cook by himself.

Song Xian'er gave him the apron, but did not go out and watched from the side.

Qin Shu raised his hand and fell, tickled... and cut the potato strips she had cut again.

"You can still cook?"

"You know a little bit, I learned it when I was a kid. Can you eat spicy food?"

"Can eat a little."

Qin Shu cut the shredded potatoes, put the pot on the fire, add oil, and put the shredded potatoes in it.

"squeak……"

Put it in the pot and stir-fry, add seasonings, and a plate of fragrant shredded potatoes are ready.

"Take it out."

"oh."

Song Xian'er brought the shredded potatoes to the table, then took out the bowl and chopsticks and put them in place. He also took a bottle of fire wine and two wine glasses, arranged neatly.

In the kitchen, Qin Shu continued to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. It was very simple. Just a few beats, and then fry the steak.

"Will you mature the steak?"
To be continued...