"Hey, is a kid drawing the 38th line? It's childish!"
Song Xiang complained in her heart, watching helplessly as Yan Han went to his territory. She could only go back to her bedroom and stay vigilant at all times.
She locked the bedroom door and put a lot of things inside and outside to prevent someone from misbehaving in the middle of the night.
However, in the next few hours, there was no movement from Yan Han, and Song Xiang seemed to be overthinking.
It wasn't until nearly twelve o'clock that there was no sound from outside.
Song Xiang kept his ears pricked up, listening to the noise. He guessed that Yan Han had gone to the kitchen.
She curled her lips, thinking that it was impossible for that guy to cook for himself, and she wouldn't go out and help him cook it anyway.
As soon as she finished thinking this, her phone vibrated.
Yan Han's voice came over, "Twenty minutes, prepare for supper."
Song Xiang: "..."
She clutched her phone, wanting to pretend she hadn't seen the message.
The next second, Yan Han sent a text.
——Don’t pretend you didn’t see it, I don’t want to knock on your door.
Song Xiang: "..."
She took a deep breath, clenched her hands tightly, and muttered something to calm down.
He opened the door and walked out angrily, but he didn't see Yan Han in the living room.
When I walked into the kitchen, I found that there was only one glass of water that had not been finished, and the rest had not been touched.
In twenty minutes, the next noodle will be choking.
Song Xiang held her breath and opened the refrigerator, but found no suitable noodles.
Yan Han is a naughty person, she usually only eats pasta and soba noodles, and her cooking skills are poor, so she will definitely be scolded if she cooks anything else.
Song Xiang was anxious, put aside her depression temporarily, and rummaged through all the cabinets in the kitchen.
When I opened the last small cabinet, there was a bag of flour inside.
Song Xiang was pleasantly surprised and took out the flour, found two more eggs, and immediately decided to make egg pancakes.
She is not good at cooking, except for instant noodles, she is pretty good at making egg pancakes.
Beat the flour and water into the eggs, stir into a batter, pour oil into the pan, and let the cake shape itself.
Song Xiang made two pancakes, took the meat sauce from the refrigerator, flicked the spoon, and imitated the Michelin chef's art of plate arrangement.
"not bad."
The time was just right, and Yan Gou didn't have a chance to make trouble.
Song Xiang was very satisfied. Holding a plate in one hand, he cautiously reached the door of the study and kicked the door gently.
"Mr. Yan, please open the door."
Click.
The door opens.
Yan Han stood by the door, wearing only a shirt on his upper body, with an open collar, and his posture was unruly and relaxed.
He glanced at the thing in Song Xiang's hand and frowned in disgust, "What is this?"
Song Xiang raised his eyebrows and lied with a smile, "Korean egg cake."
Yan Han: "Heh."
"Do you think I'm mentally retarded?"
Song Xiang's face was not red and she was out of breath, "How could that be?"
She pushed the plate forward and handed it to Yan Han, "Try it, it tastes good."
Yan Han was busy all afternoon, and met An Xuyue again in the evening. He had no intention of eating. After staying up until now, he was already hungry.
The greasy pancake in front of me looks terrible, but it tastes really good.
He took the two plates and took a half step back, intending to shut Song Xiang out.
Song Xiang was shocked and blocked the door first.
When she was making egg pancakes just now, she remembered asking Shun Han to do something. If Shun Han shut her out, wouldn't her work be in vain?
"Mr. Yan, I have something to say."
"I don't want to hear it."
"It's a very important matter!" Song Xiang shamelessly pushed forward, forcing Yan Han to give up his strength.
Yan Han walked inside with a plate in hand and sat down in front of the sofa, not intending to pay attention to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang licked her lips, stood aside, and quickly organized her words.
She didn't dare to say she was in a hurry, but waited for Yan Han to finish eating.
Facts have proved that her egg pancakes were quite successful. Although Yan Han did not show a huge appetite, he did not refuse to eat them. Both pancakes went into Yan Han's noble stomach.
After Yan Han finished eating, he took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth. He raised his eyes and found that Song Xiang was still standing aside.
"You have something to say."
Song Xiang quickly approached, squatted down, and said, "I want to tell you if you can ask someone to keep an eye on my mother near the nursing home where she lives."
Yan Han frowned.
Song Xiang immediately explained: "I'm mainly worried that those people can't fix me and will implicate my mother."
Her tone was urgent and careful, and the nervousness and humility in it were obvious.
Yan Han threw away the tissue, glanced at the people around him, and then randomly looked away.
"Yan Song will make arrangements."
Song Xiang breathed a heavy sigh of relief, half-knelt on the carpet, and thanked her repeatedly.
After saying thank you, Yanhan didn't move, so she quickly got up and walked out quickly.
"etc."
The man on the sofa suddenly spoke.
Song Xiang stopped and turned to look at Yan Han, "Are you okay?"
Yan Han stood up, put one hand in his pocket, and stopped in front of Song Xiang.
His eyes moved down and landed on Song Xiang's chest.
Song Xiang blinked his eyes, then realized what was happening, and quickly reached out to cover his chest, his face turning red.
When she came out just now, she forgot that she was still wearing a bathrobe. Even if she wore two pieces, she might still be exposed when she squatted down.
Thinking about talking to Yan Han just now, it seems...
"In the future, please pay attention to your clothing when you are here." The man's calm voice came from above.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head with a blank look in his eyes.