Song Xiang was originally pointing to the few hundred yuan in her pocket, but now she suddenly knew that Yan Han still had a "huge sum of money" in his hand. She couldn't forget this wealth, and she had to get it no matter what.
If she hadn't been short of money, she wouldn't have been afraid to buy meat when she went to the market in the morning, but she would have been worried about it being wasted.
But Yan Han refused to give in, so she had no choice but to glare at him twice, and then think of a solution in her mind.
The water in the pot is boiling and the tomatoes are beginning to crack.
Song Xiang took out the tomatoes, put them into cold water, and then began to peel them with his bare hands.
Yan Han was watching from the side, as if he was not going to help.
Just now, Song Xiang felt that his humanity shone brightly, but now that he was thinking about the money, he felt that this guy was lazy and didn't know how to help his teammates. He was very bad!
She pulled a face, her movements were quite big, and her expression was ferocious when she was peeling tomatoes.
Yan Han watched from the side and found it a bit interesting.
"Do you have to control my money?"
Song Xiang: "I can't take care of it. How much money have I taken care of?"
Yan Han: "...ha."
Song Xiang came out of the kitchen with tomatoes in her arms and worked alone in the main room.
Yan Han followed her out and leaned against the door frame to watch her struggle. He probably believed that she really knew how to do it and was not pretending.
Song Xiang's back was turned to him, and she could feel his gaze. She felt inexplicably pressured, and she had to straighten her back and put on a good posture.
Peel the tomatoes, mix them with honey, and then put them directly into the jar.
There was medicinal wine among the things he brought, so Song Xiang poured the wine directly and kept the jar.
Yan Han: "Do you know how expensive this wine is?"
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, "I don't know, how many glasses of wine have I had?"
Yan Han: "..."
He was almost amused. This woman had sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and she could get into any opening.
Half of the cooked tomatoes were placed in the jar, which looked bright red and looked particularly beautiful when placed in a transparent jar.
The remaining half was in a big bowl, and Song Xiang just started eating it without any intention of sharing.
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, "Whose money did you buy it for?"
Song Xiang scooped two pieces into her mouth, squinting her eyes because they were so sweet. Suddenly, she put down the bowl and pushed it in front of Yan Han.
Yan Han raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect her to be so easy to talk to.
He glanced at the tomatoes, slowly picked up the spoon, and tentatively scooped one out.
Put it in your mouth, it's sour and sweet, and it has no skin, so it's really delicious.
"I've never seen you make such a decent thing."
Song Xiang sighed, "It's not my fault that the food tastes good. The tomatoes that cost a hundred yuan a pound can be delicious by anyone."
Yan Han laughed angrily, "Poor girl, she was waiting for him here."
He ate several pills in a row and was not affected by Song Xiang's words at all.
Seeing his quick movements, Song Xiang approached him a little protectively, "Why are you eating so much?"
Yan Han: "I bought it."
"That's what I did."
Song Xiang was unhappy, so she grabbed the spoon, guarded the bowl with both hands, and stuffed it into her mouth until her mouth bulged.
Her eyes were wide open, her cheeks were bulging, and her expression was very vivid.
Yanhan sat back a little, tasting the sweetness in his mouth, feeling strange in his heart.
This woman seems to be much cuter everywhere she goes to the countryside.
Song Xiang noticed that he was observing her and thought there was something on her face, so she subconsciously touched her face.
Yan Han: "What's there to touch? I just think you're ugly."