Rong Boye was sitting in the living room and vaguely saw Song Xiang working in the kitchen, scurrying about in a hurry, obviously not an experienced hand.
He remembered that Nan Qing was like this too. She never learned how to cook well until she married him, and always made him eat weird things.
If it weren't for the mismatch of time, or if Song Xiang gave him a little "childishness", he would believe in the so-called reincarnation, and maybe Nannan had come back in another way.
Unfortunately, when he first saw Song Xiang, he thought she was a child.
Thinking of the child, he often thought of that cold little body in the past two days, lying next to Nan Nan, lifeless.
I have a slight headache and can't help but frown.
Song Xiang came out of the kitchen holding the egg pancakes, and when she saw the pain on his face, she quickly put down her things.
"Mr. Rong, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Rong Boye opened his eyes and saw clearly the person in front of him. The little girl's eyes were wide open and full of worry.
"How are you?"
"fine."
"I'll get you a glass of water!"
Song Xiang turned around and ran into the kitchen again, taking out a large bowl of instant noodles.
"Sorry, my cooking skills are very poor. I guess it won't be as delicious as instant noodles if I make anything else."
Rong Boye's expression softened, "You are very honest."
Song Xiang laughed dryly and pushed the egg pancake forward, "This should be okay, my boyfriend likes it."
Rong Boye glanced down, picked up a piece with chopsticks, and stuffed the whole piece into his mouth, but it was not rude, but still elegant.
"How about it?"
Rong Boye: "Your boyfriend should love you very much."
"ah?"
Song Xiang reacted for a moment and figured out that this meant that Yan Han had a filter and the cakes she made were not delicious.
"Does it taste bad?"
It's impossible, it's the only thing she can do.
Rong Boye raised his eyes and saw the corners of her lowered lips, a smile flashed in his eyes.
"Well enough."
Song Xiang's face immediately brightened, and she just said that if she couldn't make egg pancakes well, then she wouldn't have to work in the kitchen.
"Please try the noodles."
Rong Boye lowered his head and glanced at the noodles.
She specially added an egg, but due to poor technique, the egg fell apart and a layer of foam floated on the surface.
This level is even worse than his Nannan.
He frowned and gently picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks.
Song Xiang clenched his hands, "How is it?"
She usually doesn't add eggs, so this is considered a deluxe version, so it can't be bad.
Rong Boye didn't want to hit her, "Okay."
Song Xiang was delighted, "Then eat more!"
Rong Boye: "..."
Song Xiang was afraid that he would not be able to eat well, so he went to the kitchen to cut the fruit. This would not mess up.
After coming out with the fruit, she was about to go to the table when suddenly the doorbell rang.
She paused, the alarm bells blaring in her head.
who?!
Putting down the fruit, he ran over quietly and looked into the cat's eyes.
In front of the door is the most familiar face.
Severe cold?
Isn't he coming back tomorrow?
My mind exploded with a bang, and I was stunned where I was.
"Song Xiang, open the door!"
It’s over. Could it be that I was snitched on?
She grabbed a handful of hair and turned to look at Rong Boye.
Should he just open the door and admit his mistake, or should he put up a desperate struggle? Maybe Yan Han just came back early.
"Don't open the door?" Rong Boye asked.
Song Xiang reacted instantly, rushed over quickly, brought the instant noodles and egg pancakes into the kitchen, and then pulled him to the guest room under Rong Boye's surprised eyes.
"Song Xiang?"
"Mr. Rong, my boyfriend has a bit of a misunderstanding about you. Don't say anything. I will take him away immediately. When we leave, you can leave by yourself."
Rong Boye frowned, feeling that something was wrong.
Before she could react, Song Xiang had already opened the closet.