Chapter 23

Song Jin wants to pull out her hand, but Lu Nancheng clenches it more tightly. She leans slightly and smiles: "Mr. Lu, do you have anything else to say?"

"I want you to keep it a secret."

"I understand."

She playfully made a sealing gesture, Lu Nancheng this just relieved.

She flipped through the document, quickly signed it, pressed the fingerprint, and the contract was made in duplicate. After both of them signed, she was ready to take one, only to find that they were all held by Lu Nancheng. She turned her pen and looked up at him.

"Mr. Lu, don't you give me a copy of the contract?"

Lu Nancheng is under his control: "it's safer to put me here."

Tut, are you afraid she won't admit it after three years? Tear up the contract? That's no use. She's not law blind.

"That's fine. Put it with you, but you won't tear up the contract in three years, will you?"

Lu Nancheng looked at her like a fool, with a look of disdain: "do you think I will fall in love with you in three years?"

Song Jin has a chill in the back of her head. This assumption is not funny. She is so many years older than Lu Nancheng. The old cow can't eat tender grass. After all, she has bad teeth.

"Well, I'll leave it with you. You can keep it."

He watched Lu Nancheng put the contract into the safe. She scratched her head and asked, "when will the money arrive?"

"Afternoon."

It's wonderful. In the face of the unexpected surprise, Song Jin is so happy that she has to celebrate. She thinks of Lu Nancheng's bad appetite and doesn't want to go out to eat, so she volunteers.

"I cook at noon, and we celebrate our happy cooperation."

He has a kitchen in his office. Without waiting for him to answer, he has opened the refrigerator. The double-layer refrigerator is full of vegetables. Song Jin can't wait to take out the vegetables.

Lu Nancheng's appetite is very poor recently. She has no appetite for anything. What she does is the same as what the chef does. She doesn't stop her from eating. She'll toss about with her.

He continued to look down at the documents, looked up and saw Song Jin's slender figure standing in front of the pool, happily washing tomatoes. The girl's action was neat, and even hummed a ditty in a happy mood. She hummed the old songs of more than 20 years with relish.

Outside the window, the light is bright. She stands in the brightest place, wiping the knife. Just when he doubts her cooking skills, Song Jin quickly cuts vegetables, and the sound of the knife rubbing the cutting board is all around her ears.

She looked at her hands attentively. A cucumber was cut quickly and she was satisfied with the thickness of the cut. She didn't cook for some days except that she cooked some imperial city dishes for Dr. Song after waking up.

Lu Nancheng's eyes slightly changed, and unexpectedly she got up and walked over. Song Jin was not nervous when she saw him coming, so she continued to cut vegetables. The knife seemed to be very skillful in the girl's hands.

"You used to cook a lot?"

"Yes, my mother died early, and my father took me with him. He spent many years in the Research Institute."

He has seen the information about Song Jin. For many years, Dr. Song has taken her alone. Men are not as careful as women.

"Who did you learn your cooking skills from?"

"Self study."

She almost wanted to talk about learning from her mother, and suddenly remembered that Dr. Song's wife was not from Imperial City, but Dr. Song was from imperial city.

Song Jincai was ready to cook. Lu Nancheng smelled the smell of oil and his stomach was disgusted. He went to his desk and continued to read the documents.

Song Jin turned to see him go, also relieved, concentrate on cooking.

Her cooking skills were taught by her father, and many of them were similar to her father's. at that time, all the chefs in "yutianxia" stores were trained by her father, and many of the cooking methods were also founded by him.

Suddenly, there are many people in the office. Lu Nancheng, who is always calm and calm, is not calm today. She can't concentrate all her energy. She can't help but turn to the beautiful figure in front of the kitchen. She is dressed in ordinary sportswear and looks like a child who doesn't know the world. But at some times, she is smart like a little fox. She can't skate in autumn, so people can't catch her tail.

He dropped his eyes and pondered. Before he could figure out the answer, a smell came out of the room. He sniffed his nose. The smell seemed to get into his brain, and then into his stomach, so that he could not help putting down his papers.

Song Jin has just cooked one dish and is ready to cook the second one. When she turns back to serve the dishes, she sees Lu Nancheng coming quickly and sitting down at the table. As she pours oil into the pan, she turns back.

"It may not be to your taste, so you should eat less."

When she finished, she did not go to see him. The oil in the pot was boiling. She was busy pouring vegetables in. There was soup in the small pot next to her. The hot air was against the lid of the pot. She raised her hand to open it. A fragrance floated in the air. Lu Nancheng smelled his nose with a complicated look.

He didn't want to eat a dish for a long time. Most of the time, he just forced himself to eat something hard to swallow in order not to starve to death.

He looked at the hot soup Song Jin brought up in front of him. In the Milky soup, there were a few green onions floating. The taste of the soup came to his face. His throat moved gently, and his hand hanging on his side could not help but move.

Song Jin put the fried dishes on the plate. Seeing him sitting at the table with a strange look, she couldn't help saying, "wash your hands and prepare for dinner."

Lu Nancheng nods and suddenly gets up to wash her hands. Song Jin looks at his back as he leaves. Her steps are so light that she looks back suspiciously.When he came out of the room, Song Jin had all the dishes on the table. The simple three dishes and one soup were bright and fresh. He sat down quietly and tasted them quickly with chopsticks.

Song Jin saw that he quickly put a piece of fried meat into his mouth, and her jaw moved a few times. The frowning brow slowly spread out, but soon began to frown. She felt strange and handed the rice to him.

Lu Nancheng took a big mouthful of rice, and then the chopsticks extended to the fried meat again. Song Jin's mouth gradually became bigger and bigger. After he ate a few chopsticks one after another, the smile on her face became bigger.

"Mr. Lu, seems to like this dish very much?"

There was only half a bowl of rice left in Lu Nancheng's bowl. He licked the tip of his tongue in his mouth subconsciously. The taste of stir fried meat was thick and spicy. He could not help but eat it with rice.

Soon his first bowl of rice all contributed to the fried meat, Song Jin moved the other dishes in front of him: "do you try the others?"

Lu Nancheng's face is normal, and there is no flaw in it. However, his heart is already agitated and uncontrollable. He extends his chopsticks to other dishes. At the beginning, he just wants to give Song Jin a face. He can't help but have a second bite after he enters.

Song Jin loaded a bowl of rice for him. She nibbled at the rice. On the other side of Lu Nancheng, she felt as if she had been hungry for several days without eating. A mouthful of rice and a mouthful of vegetables ended very quickly. Finally, she had to install a bowl of soup for herself. After drinking, she was satisfied and then installed a bowl of cold food.

She was so elated in her heart that Lu Nancheng would support her.

At the moment, Lu Nancheng, who is full of food, leans lazily in the chair, and his big hands pass over his full stomach. There is a lot of relaxation and pleasure between his eyebrows and eyes. His black eyes fall on her, slowly gathering a light: "Mrs. Lu, let's talk about some other business next."