“The chicken wings are very crispy and well fried.”
Song Xiang held his chin in his hands, smiling beyond words.
Yan Han tasted the tomato again and said, "This... is well cut."
"Where's the taste?"
"Mr. Song, you didn't add any seasoning and you asked me how it tastes?" Yan Han asked back.
Song Xiang: "..."
She couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.
He pressed his forehead against Yan Han's arm and murmured in a low voice: "You don't even know that this is really difficult. Quantum mechanics may not be this difficult."
Yan Han was relieved, put down his chopsticks, and wiped the corners of his mouth.
"It's okay. I've learned how to fry chicken wings. From now on, I can survive by eating rice and chicken wings three meals a day."
Song Xiang bit her lip and rubbed her forehead against his arm, "Nonsense, I can even make you egg pancakes for breakfast."
Yan Han: "...where's dinner?"
"Poached eggs?"
Yan Han: "..."
…
Song Xiang made a lunch and Yan Han showed off all night long. Except for Lu Zechen, none of his friends were spared.
Li Ying called Song Xiang in the middle of the night and begged her to let Yan Han go away. He was the only one in the group who had a crush, which was really hurtful.
Song Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was happy for half the night.
I arrived at the company early in the morning and thought about making an appointment with Suman for the next class in two days.
As soon as he arrived at the office, Ding Fan walked in.
"Mr. Song, your aunt checked out this morning and I have already paid the room fee."
Song Xiang raised his head, thinking he heard wrongly, "Leaving?"
"Yes, I left suddenly this morning without even saying hello to the front desk." Ding Fan said.
Song Xiang stood up and said, "Impossible. Has the money been transferred to them?"
Ding Fan nodded, "It was transferred the night before yesterday, but at that time they took the initiative to ask me when they could go see your mother, and they had no intention of leaving."
Song Xiang frowned and sat down on the chair.
Ding Fan glanced at her, "Mr. Song?"
Song Xiang came back to his senses and said, "It's okay, you go and do your work first."
"good."
Ding Fan went out and Song Xiang turned his chair, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.
Suddenly a picture flashed through her mind. When she told Yan Han about her aunt the day before yesterday, his expression seemed strange.
The mother and son were short of money at first glance. Even if they took the money, they would not leave without saying goodbye. They had to pretend to have a deep relationship and prepare for the next time.
She crossed her hands and rubbed them back and forth.
I wanted to call Yan Han, but in the middle of the operation, I accidentally stopped.
Random thoughts flashed through her mind, and she paused briefly. The next second, she called Ding Fan back.
"Mr. Song, is something wrong?"
"My lounge is not very clean, please call the cleaning lady in."
"OK."
After a while, the housekeeper came in and saw Song Xiang standing there timidly.
"Mr. Song, I clean it every day, there's no way it won't be clean."
Song Xiang stood up and poured a glass of water for the other party, "I know, Auntie, you are serious about your work, so I wanted to ask you for a favor."
"Shall I help you?" The cleaning lady pointed at herself and waved her hands repeatedly, "No, what can I help you with?"
Song Xiang didn't say anything. He took a dozen pieces of cash from the drawer and stuffed it into his aunt's pocket.
"It's just a small favor. Just listen to me and say a few words."
"This..." The cleaning lady was a little wary.
Song Xiang smiled and said, "It's not a bad thing. When it's over, I'll give you another five thousand yuan."
The amount was not small, so the other party hesitated for a while and then agreed.
Song Xiang's smile didn't reach her eyes, she turned around and secretly clenched her hands.