Zhou Ci's cooking skills are very average. He has never learned how to cook in these years and can only cook the most basic food such as noodles.
However, in recent years, Zhou Ci has always eaten takeaways and rarely entered the kitchen, so he was a little confused and almost cut his hands when chopping vegetables.
When Song Bowan came into the kitchen, he happened to see this scene. He walked forward and snatched the knife from Zhou Ci's hand.
Seeing that her hand was fine, Song Bowang said, "Get away."
Zhou Ci was stunned and didn't move, so Song Bowan pushed her.
After Zhou Ci was forced to move away, Song Bowan picked up the knife and started cutting vegetables.
Zhou Ci was in a daze again when she saw his skillful movements.
Although I heard Song Yangzhi say that Song Bowang was good at cooking, when I actually saw him doing it, I still felt like I was in another world.
She was really skilled, as if she had been trained by someone special, who was much more experienced than her movements. The vegetables and shrimps were placed in different bowls, with two eggs on the side.
He took out the pot for cooking noodles from the cabinet. After the water boiled, he put the ingredients in it with ease, and then started to add the seasonings.
Zhou Ci watched from the side, his eyes sometimes unable to keep up with his speed.
Before he could react, Song Bowan had already cooked a pot of noodles. Zhou Ci smelled the aroma and swallowed his saliva dissatisfiedly.
When Song Bo turned around, he happened to see Zhou Ci swallowing his saliva. At the same time, the doorbell rang outside.
Song Bowang said nothing, walked around Zhou Ci and walked out of the kitchen.
Zhou Ci did not take the bowl, but directly took the pot to eat. She took a sip of the soup with a spoon first. The taste was very light, but it was just right to take a sip when her stomach was upset.
The umami flavor of the shrimp was well controlled. Although it was just a simple bowl of noodles, the one cooked by Song Bo was much better than the one she cooked.
Zhou Ci had never dreamed before that the first time he ate Song Bo's food would be under such circumstances...
As she ate the noodles, her eyes couldn't help but feel wet and hot.
Immediately afterwards, another set of footsteps was heard. Zhou Ci hurriedly took out a few tissues, wiped his eyes, and held back his tears.
The doorbell was rang by the medicine delivery boy just now. Song Bo threw the medicine in front of Zhou Ci without saying a word.
Zhou Ci swallowed the noodles in his mouth and said "thank you" to him sincerely.
Song Bowang: "If you know there's something wrong with you, don't cause trouble for me. I don't have time to collect the body for you."
Zhou Ci: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble tonight."
Song Bowan snorted coldly, still looking arrogant and arrogant.
Zhou Ci was not angry, and even took the initiative to start a conversation with him, "I heard from Yang Zhi last time that you are very good at cooking."
After mentioning Song Yangzhi, Song Bowan's expression relaxed for a moment, and there was a hint of smile in his cold eyes. It was obvious that he loved his children very much.
Zhou Ci squeezed the chopsticks in his hand tightly and continued, "Yang Zhi told me a lot about you. He likes you very much."
"He has more conscience than you." When he praised Song Yangzhi, Song Bowan did not forget to mock Zhou Ci.
Zhou Ci took it for granted and smiled softly, "Yes."
Song Bowan: "What else did he say?"
Zhou Ci: "He said you are a good father."
Song Bowang: "Why don't you use him to talk about it."
After the topic came to Song Yangzhi, the atmosphere between the two became much more relaxed, and Song Bowan smiled several times.
Seeing that he was in a good mood, Zhou Ci boldly asked him, "When can I go see Yang Zhi?"
As soon as he heard this question, the smile on Song Bowan's face disappeared, and he chuckled, "Let's see how you perform tonight."
Zhou Ci: "..."
After dinner, Zhou Ci cleaned up the dining room. As soon as he arrived in the living room, he was pinned down on the sofa by Song Bo.
After he kissed her, Zhou Ci's nose suddenly filled with the smell of women's perfume, the refreshing fragrance of flowers, and Luo Xiyao's face immediately flashed before her eyes.
Zhou Ci's
Her body tensed up, subconsciously resisting his touch, and raised her hand to push Song Bowan's shoulder.
After being rejected, Song Bowan's expression naturally didn't get any better. He pinched Zhou Ci's chin, "Why, I can't touch you anymore?"
"Can you take a shower first?" Zhou Ci endured the discomfort and reminded him, "The smell on your body... I'm not used to it."
Song Bo sneered, "What kind of status do you have to make demands of me?"
He resolved Zhou Ci's struggle three times and approached again.
Zhou Ci's whole world was filled with the pungent smell of perfume. For her, this love affair was a long and endless torture.
After a week, Chang Jiu finally found a suitable pastry chef.
The pastry chef was a chef at an interstellar hotel before, and he was very good at all kinds of desserts. He also brought two apprentices here, and the kitchen development department was fully staffed at once.
After finding the person, the next step is to develop new products. Chang Jiu has probably researched several types of dessert shops that are currently popular in Jiangbei, and most of them are French and British.
To create your own characteristics, you must not repeat the path that others have taken.
Therefore, Changjiu is strict about the research and development of new products and gives the chef enough time.
During this period, she could also be busy with decoration matters.
That afternoon, Chang Jiu came out from a meeting with the kitchen staff and received a WeChat message from Zhou Ci.
Zhou Ci said, "I came back to Jiangbei, but he didn't let me out."
Chang Jiu: [Wait for my news tonight.]
Zhou Ci:【Okay.】
After sending the message to Zhou Ci, Chang Jiu checked the time. She happened to catch up with the kindergarten after school, so she drove to school to pick up Song Yangzhi.
Song Yangzhi has been at school for a few days, and he doesn't cry like other children. Chang Jiu thought he had adapted well.
But when I picked him up today, he was obviously not very happy.
Song Yangzhi carried his backpack and walked out of the class dejectedly. After seeing Chang Jiu, he did not rush to hug her as usual, nor did he even say a word.
When the child was in a bad mood, Changjiu held his hand and expressed concern, "Aren't we in a bad mood when we look up?"
Song Yangzhi lowered his head and said nothing.
Chang Jiu: "Did you quarrel with the children?"
Song Yangzhi still didn't speak.
Chang Jiu kept asking this question all the way, until Song Yangzhi got into the car, he was like a little bored gourd, with his mouth tightly closed.
After starting the car, Changjiu looked at Song Yangzhi in the rearview mirror and said softly, "Auntie, let's take you to buy a small cake to eat. Do you want chocolate or cheese?"
"Auntie." After a period of silence, Song Yangzhi finally spoke. He asked Chang Jiu in a low voice: "Where is my mother?"
Chang Jiu's smile froze for a moment. Although she had already guessed that she would face this problem, she had not previously connected Song Yangzhi's abnormal reaction today with this incident.
Song Yangzhi's loss was beyond her imagination. Changjiu was speechless and didn't know how to answer Song Yangzhi.
And Song Yangzhi still said, "Everyone else seems to have a mother, but I only have a father, grandfather, aunt and uncle."
"Why?" For a child, this is something that subverts the world view. "Did I pick it up?"