Song Xiang didn't like Ji Yu and wanted to leave secretly. Unexpectedly, Chu Xun ignored Ji Yu and instead called her.
Only then did Ji Yu notice her, and her eyes changed instantly.
"Miss Song, what a coincidence."
Song Xiang was too lazy to greet her, simply nodded and opened the door.
"I have something to do upstairs, so I won't disturb you two for now."
After saying that, he quickly walked out the door.
Behind her, Ji Yu obviously wanted to catch up, but Chu Xun was in poor condition and the medical staff just arrived, so she could only pay attention to Chu Xun first.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, quickly went to the ingredients area to get some butter, and then ran back upstairs.
Suman has already started to do it, and she may have forgotten that she went down to get butter.
"There is such a big movement downstairs, but you don't even go to see it." Song Xiang asked.
Suman didn't even raise her head, "Watching the fun is what aunts do, beautiful girls never do."
Song Xiang: "..."
That’s right, it’s better to join in the fun less in the future.
She handed the butter to Suman and started working on it herself.
They agreed on a two-hour class, but because Song Xiang was a talented player, he forced the teacher to postpone the class for an hour, and the get out of class didn't end until nine o'clock.
After leaving the restaurant, Suman glanced at Song Xiang tiredly, "I regret it. I shouldn't have let you come with me."
Song Xiang: "..."
A car on the roadside honked a whistle, and following the sound, I saw that it was the Yan family's car. Yan Han got out of the car and walked over.
Suman wailed, saying that even if he was tortured by Song Xiang's devilish cooking skills, he still had to eat dog food.
Song Xiang felt happy and trotted to Yan Han.
Yan Han hugged her, looked at Suman condescendingly, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Suman was flattered and clenched his fists excitedly.
Song Xiang puffed up his cheeks and quickly pulled Yan Han into the car.
Suman is single now!
Sitting in the car, Yan Han immediately noticed the lunch box she was holding.
"Results on the first day?"
Song Xiang raised his chin, "It's so simple, of course I can learn it as soon as possible."
Yan Han hugged her with one arm and opened the small table with the other hand, "Open it and let me take a look."
Song Xiang was proud, carefully put down the lunch box and opened the box.
Yan Han leaned over and saw clearly what was inside.
A thick layer of rice is spread, with tomatoes made of hearts on top, and two chicken wings placed on both sides to make wings.
He couldn't help laughing, "You learned how to cook rice, fry chicken wings, and cut tomatoes in three hours?"
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, "Do you think it's easy?"
She pouted, "If you fry a chicken wing, it's either burnt or undercooked, and the tomatoes will rot easily."
Yan Han lowered his head and glanced at her hand, and sure enough, there were two places that were red.
"Is it burned?"
Song Xiang curled up his fingers and said, "No."
"Let me take a look." Yan Han frowned and grabbed her hand.
Seeing that he was nervous, Song Xiang quickly explained, "It's just oil splashing. There's no bubbling. It looks red, but it doesn't actually hurt."
Yan Han wiped his fingers on the red part, wanting to tell her to stop learning. He looked up and saw her eyes sparkling, but he was reluctant to hit her.
Song Xiang took back his hand, "Don't worry about me, you have a taste first."
Yan Han temporarily withdrew his gaze and took the chopsticks next to him.
He tasted the rice first, but without swallowing it, he immediately started to say, "The rice is cooked well."
Song Xiang hit him, "The rice is ready!"
Yan Han: "..."
He couldn't help it, he put one hand around his mouth and chuckled softly, his voice was low and very magnetic.
Song Xiang snorted, "Eat chicken wings!"
"Okay..." Still laughing.
Yan Han cleared his throat and picked up the chicken wings.