If it were an ordinary man, no one would care if he just chose a dish.
But when Bo Siyan chose the dish, Qin Songyao was shocked.
Thinking about it, he sat under the wall with a small stool, carefully selected vegetables, waiting for dinner, but he was placed with pigeons.
Tsk.
Suddenly I got angry for him.
She shrugged.
Old Xue smiled and said, "I'm so spoiled. I just waited for more than an hour and left in anger."
Qin Songyao picked up the dishes and went into the kitchen, saying, "Did he do this when he was a child?"
Mr. Xue smoked and shook his head, "When I was a kid? Not like that. When his mother was still there, she was obedient. Every time she came, she called her grandpa at the door from afar, jumping over like a little rabbit."
Qin Songyao was shocked.
She couldn't help but lean her head, "He's like a little rabbit?"
"Yeah!" Mr. Xue couldn't help chatting with her, "He was beautiful when he was a child, and his mother was fashionable. He loved to leave his hair for him, and he was permed and dyed. He tied his little tugging, like a little girl.
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The old housekeeper said, "It's so popular."
Qin Songyao really had never heard of this passage. Last time he followed the old lady to read the photo album, there seemed to be no such photos.
She made the remaining dishes, all of which were home-cooked.
While doing it, I listened to Mr. Xue, and at the same time, I couldn't help but take out my phone and read the news.
Still no reply.
Mr. Xue went into the kitchen and stole a tiger-skinned chicken feet, leaving her a message loyally.
"Fry another meatball, that kid loves meat."
Qin Songyao knew Bo Siyan's habit, and he didn't like to eat vegetables, so she stewed elbows.
Fry another meatball?
That will take a long time.
If he came halfway, he would probably not be able to eat it.
The housekeeper came over to remind her, "You have prepared it, even if he comes, many dishes must be hot. The meatballs must be fried and eaten immediately, and the smell will be smelled around the pot."
Old Xue nodded repeatedly.
Qin Songyao seriously suspected that they wanted to eat.
However, it is correct to think about it.
She had eaten fried meatballs at Zhen Wenrou's house. While Zhen Wenrou was frying, she was waiting to eat them next to her, which was very warm.
OK.
Anyway, the other dishes are almost done.
I don’t know if she was excited, but she was not uncomfortable at all, but she felt refreshed.
Before the start of construction, she sent a message to Bo Si.
"Bo Siyan, come on." She said, "I'll fry the little meatballs for you."
As soon as she sent it out, she remembered Bo Siyan's dog-tempered temper.
If it were in person, he would say something with certainty.
I don't care about your broken meatballs?
Tsk.
Difficult to do.
After sending the message, she still didn't respond. She put down her cell phone and went to the butler to borrow meat.
It took twenty minutes to prepare everything.
But Bo Siyan hasn't come yet.
She took off her apron and went to the small supermarket to buy drinks. Bo Siyan didn't come, so I had dinner with two old people.
A table of dishes can't be wasted.
The evening breeze outside is gentle and the temperature is gentle.
She came out of the small supermarket with a drink and happened to see a Maybach parked at the entrance of the alley.
The license plate number is from Bo Siyan!
He is really here?
Qin Songyao was a little surprised and ran back to the entrance of the alley.
The man opened the car door and got off the car, facing her, with a distance of seven or eight meters.
She was still dressed in a performance costume, cheongsam, and her hair was styling, which was a common hairstyle in the Republic of China dramas. It was neither long nor short, and one side was permed with large curls.
It's quite eye-catching to walk on the road like this.
But he is simple, with trousers and shirts, and black all over.
Look at each other for a few seconds.
She hugged the drink in her arms, remembered the nearly twenty unanswered text messages, and curled her lips and said, "Why are you here?"
The man held a cigarette between his fingers, frowned and took his last breath. The smoke was blowing in his direction with the evening breeze, causing his hair to move slightly, and his face blurred.
Hearing this, he glanced at her and said in a bad tone: "Didn't you begging me?"