Wei Sisi nodded and went to the fresh food cabinet to get it.
Song Xiang shook his head, "I want it frozen."
"Quick-frozen?" Wei Sisi opened her mouth wide and quickly waved her hands, "No, Brother Li Han will definitely not eat it."
Song Xiang: "You don't understand him."
Wei Sisi bit her lip, turned around and rummaged in the freezer, "Sister, there's no quick-frozen ones."
Song Xiang took a look at the fresh chicken wings and went through the process in her head, worried that she wouldn't be able to cook them to the same level as last time.
"Let's make do with it."
Wei Sisi was confused and thought, does Yan Han have to eat frozen food?
While observing Song Xiang, she quickly prepared ingredients, made soup, and cooked vegetables. Every step was professional.
On the opposite side, Song Xiang was also serious. He took his time and marinated it first, then rolled it in cornstarch.
Judging from the posture, they are both at the master level.
In about an hour and a half, Wei Sisi cooked three dishes and one soup, combining Chinese and Western dishes.
Song Xiang... fried four chicken wings.
Finally, she calmly cut a tomato and put it into the food box one by one.
"alright!"
…
Yan Han slept for a while, woke up, and found that no one was around him.
Get up and go out to find someone.
"Brother Li Han?"
As soon as I walked out, there was a sound from the corridor on the left.
He turned his head and saw the person appearing at the stairs.
Song Xiang carried the dinner plate and walked slowly through the corridor. The light of the setting sun fell on her through the gaps in the Roman columns. Every time she took a step, the light and shadow swayed.
He squinted his eyes and watched Song Xiang approach.
It was an indescribable feeling, a sense of comfort that I had never felt before, and with the laziness of waking up in the afternoon, I turned around and saw that the person in my dream was right in front of me.
As for who was next to him, he didn't pay a single glance.
"Why did you only sleep for such a short time?" Song Xiang walked up to him.
Yan Han lowered his head and couldn't help but laugh when he saw the unique skill she was performing.
"I dreamed of chicken wings calling me."
Song Xiang: "..."
She quietly rolled her eyes at him and said, "Didn't you dream that a little girl called you 'Brother Li Han'?"
Yan Han raised his eyebrows and glanced around, only to find Wei Sisi following behind.
She makes many things and they are heavy in her hands, so she cannot walk as fast as Song Xiang.
"Sisi made it especially for you." Song Xiang emphasized the word "special".
Wei Sisi was a little embarrassed, lowered her head and blushed.
Yan Han responded casually and led Song Xiang inside.
"I'm on a diet recently, and there are some things I can't eat."
Wei Sisi followed in, a little worried, "Can celery, beef, and mushrooms be eaten?"
Yan Han glanced at her tray and said, "I'm afraid not, it's easy to die if you eat it."
"ah?"
Song Xiang said nothing, waiting for Yan Han's next words.
Wei Sisi asked: "Then what other taboos do you have? I'll make a new one."
Yan Han: "It's just as edible."
"What?"
“Fried chicken wings.”
Wei Sisi was dumbfounded.
Song Xiang glanced at the little girl and thought to herself, this girl is really interesting. From the moment she walked in, Yan Han directly told her about their relationship, and she was so eager to show her kindness that she didn't know how to restrain herself.
Wei Sisi was holding the plate and was in a dilemma. When she realized what she was doing, her face turned red.
Song Xiang sighed inwardly and took the plate from her hand.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Wei Sisi bit her lip, glanced at Yan Han again, and found that he was observing the pair of slightly mushy chicken wings made by Song Xiang. She couldn't stand it at all, turned around and ran outside. Before the door was closed tightly, the cry came out.