Chapter 406 Miss Song goes to the hall and goes to the kitchen
"Cough, cough, cough, I, I admire the moon."
Sikong Yu looked away and looked up at the sky with some embarrassment.
"The moonlight is beautiful."
Song Zijin did not expose him, but went to look at the moon. Although she had already looked at the moon for half the night, she felt very different when she looked at it with Sikong Yu.
"It's even more beautiful when two people enjoy it together."
"Junior sister, please take your time and reward me. I'm going to bed."
Sikong Yu said and closed the window again.
"I'm cold!"
However, Song Zijin suddenly choked up and paused while letting Sikong Yu close the window.
"I'm cold, Sikong Yu, I'm so cold."
Song Zijin repeated it again, sighing quietly, and those who heard it were sad.
Sikong Yu's window was finally closed gently. He didn't say a word, but it made Song Zijin's eyes well up with tears.
She pursed her lips, but the door behind her opened with a creak, almost knocking her over as she was leaning against the door.
When she raised her head, she saw Sikong Yu's cold face.
"Go inside and sleep. I'll go to the next room. There are fresh beddings in the cupboard."
Sikong Yu took a step forward and was grabbed by Song Zijin's sleeve.
"Then can I still see you tomorrow morning?"
Looking at this posture, if he didn't nod, Song Zijin would still guard him every step of the way. Sikong Yu could only nodded stiffly.
"It's getting late, go to bed early."
Song Zijin then let go of his hand and smiled on his face.
"Sikong Yu, see you tomorrow! See you there or not!"
Sikong Yu didn't look back and went to the room next door that the bodyguards had originally prepared for Song Zijin.
Song Zijin, after watching Sikong Yu enter the house and closing the door, stood up happily.
"Ouch!"
After sitting for too long and getting up too quickly, she suddenly felt a soreness and numbness in her legs, which made her unable to hold back her breath.
"Squeak." The door of the next door opened again.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Song Zijin locked up his beauty.
"Isn't it because you are too cruel? Your legs are numb!"
After she finished speaking, she limped into the house without waiting for Sikong Yu's reaction. This time, Sikong Yu was rejected.
Sikong Yu shook his head again.
"Only women and villains are difficult to raise. The ancients would never deceive me."
Song Zijin didn't care how he sighed. Now, she was sitting on Sikong Yu's bed, patting the quilt he used, and smiling with curved lips.
It's been a long road, but she's already taken the first step, hasn't she?
This time, she was determined to follow Sikong Yu even though she was stalking her. She didn't believe that Sikong Yu was a polite person, so how could she beat her and scold her?
Early the next morning, Sikong Yu got up early as usual, but someone got up earlier than him.
"Master, breakfast is ready. Come and eat soon."
When the escorts saw Sikong Yu coming out, they let him sit at the dining table.
Sikong Yu looked at the table full of exquisite delicacies, and suspiciously picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. The taste was very good, and he couldn't help but ask:
"What, have you received a big deal?"
The escorts who usually eat from a big pot actually used small plates of small dishes to prepare a table full of dishes.
The escorts laughed.
"Master, it's Miss Song who has good craftsmanship."
Sikong Yu paused, a mouthful of food stuck in his throat, neither the upper part nor the lower part.
"Cough cough, cough cough cough." He finally choked.
"Master, are you okay?"
The escorts thought to themselves that the sect master has been uncharacteristically uncharacteristic these past two days, and he has always had some fireworks. This is the power of love.
Sikong Yu finally took a breath and drank some water. Song Zijin hurried in from outside with a bowl of soup:
"Give way, give way."
"Bang!"
The soup bowl was placed heavily in front of Sikong Yu. Song Zijin rubbed his earlobes with both hands, and did not forget to introduce the soup he made to Sikong Yu.
"This is a soup that comes in pairs!"
The escorts looked into the bowl.
There are two meatballs, and there are only two of each type of vegetables. Even the chopped green onions only have two pieces floating around. Sure enough, it’s a soup in pairs!
"You eat first, I have another dessert."
Song Zijin smiled slyly and went to work in the kitchen again.
The bodyguards all looked at Sikong Yu.
"Master, this Miss Song is well-versed in books and etiquette. She has access to both the hall and the kitchen. She is also obsessed with you. Why are you unmoved?"
"Master, how many thirty years does Miss Song have? If she misses it, such a good girl would be hard to find even with a lantern!"
"Master, now that the Sikong family has been vindicated, even if you don't think about yourself, you still have to think about the ancestors of the Sikong family. There are three types of unfilial piety, and the worst is not having an heir!"
"Exactly so, exactly so."...
Sikong Yu was so noisy that his head hurt, and he wanted to put down his chopsticks, but he still didn't finish what he had just said, and felt that leaving it alone would be a waste of resources.
Who would have thought that a young lady from a scholarly family could cook so well that she was no worse than a chef in a restaurant.
"If you are full and able to hold on, go for a run!"
Sikong Yu drove away the people with a cold expression. Each of the bodyguards ran faster than a rabbit, and the room soon became empty.
Sikong Yu could finally taste delicious food. The food made by Song Zijin reminded him of his days as the young master of the Sikong family. He had no worries about food and clothing and devoted himself to studying.
At this time, Song Zijin walked into the room carrying the last dessert. When he saw Sikong Yu eating the breakfast she made, he felt a little sweet in his heart.
After so many years, in addition to suffering, she felt boundless loneliness. This beautiful feeling made her cherish it.
He gently placed the dessert on the table and looked at Sikong Yu.
"Can I eat at the same table with you?"
Sikong Yu was noncommittal and just said:
"You cooked the food."
That means you agree? Song Zijin was overjoyed and quickly sat down opposite Sikong Yu, then tilted his head and asked:
"Is it still palatable?"
"Yeah, it's delicious."
Sikong Yu told the truth, and Song Zijin also smiled and moved his chopsticks.
She had imagined the scene of washing Sikong Yu's hands and making soup and eating at the same table with him countless times in the past twenty years, but she never thought that one day it would come true.
A drop of hot tears rolled down her face. Song Zijin hurriedly buried his head in eating in her rice bowl.
But she was still looked at by Sikong Yu. Her heart ached slightly, was he that good? Was he worth keeping in her heart for twenty years?
With her life experience, she could have married a good man and lived a life with children around her knees. However, for a rootless person like him, she became what others called an old lady.
"Zijin, I don't have confidence that I can forget her. I'm sorry."
Song Zijin's heart was beating wildly. What did he call her? Zijin! Was he explaining to himself?
"Then don't forget."
Song Zijin calmed down, raised his head, and looked straight into Sikong Yu's eyes.
"Then don't forget, I can remember her with you. No matter what you want to do, I will be with you!"
Sikong Yu's eyes flashed, and the two looked at each other for a long time. Then they each bowed their heads to eat.
Sikong Yu has always been self-disciplined and always eats half full, but today he was full without realizing it and then put down his chopsticks.
"I've used it, you can use it slowly."
Seeing Sikong Yu getting up, Song Zijin quickly put down the chopsticks in his hands and stood up to follow.