Chapter 716

There are many ways to cook chicken in Cantonese style. Liang qiange looked at the ingredients and chose one of his best.

Then I cooked the rice and fried two dishes. When it was finished, it was almost eight o'clock.

Bo Xiushen had been helping her in the kitchen at first. Later, he answered the phone call from the company. A foreign partner wanted to hold a video conference with them, so he went to the room first.

After liang qiange finished, he went to the room to have a look at him. Seeing that he was still in a meeting, he did not disturb him. After covering the dishes, he went into the study and continued to cut the pieces.

Ten minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps outside. Bo Xiushen came in. He put one hand on the back of the computer chair and the other on the desk. He leaned over Liang qiange's forehead and kissed him and asked, "how is the cutting?"

Liang qiange kept the paragraph on his hand and turned to say, "I have to work overtime tonight. You are not allowed to stop me. I blame you if I can't finish my work."

Bo Xiu sank to speak, just holding her hand.

After dinner, Bo Xiushen goes to the kitchen to wash dishes, and Liang qiange runs back to his study.

When Bo Xiushen wiped his hands and came in, he sat next to her and helped her cut them together.

Today, both of them stayed up late. At more than two o'clock in the morning, Bo Xiushen saw that Liang qiange had already yawned twice, but he still didn't want to go to sleep, so he forced her to cut off the net.

Liang qiange was very unhappy.

Bo Xiushen coaxed her, held her in her arms and said placidly, "I promise not to disturb you tomorrow."

They stayed in the apartment for two days, and Liang qiange finally completed the film editing within the limited time.

When she sent the film to the program group, the whole person almost died and collapsed in a chair.

Bo Xiushen looked at her like this, directly sliding the chair, pulling her out, bending down to hold her horizontally.

Liang qiange exclaimed, instinctively hugging his neck.

Bo Xiushen put Liang qiange on the bed. It was still evening, and it was not all dark.

At the thought of starting a new recording tomorrow, Liang qiange didn't want to move. She was lying on the bed with salted fish.

Bo Xiushen pulled the quilt out for her, covered her, and said, "have a sleep."

Liang qiange was really tired. She got up at five o'clock this morning and finally finished before five o'clock in the afternoon. She didn't eat any lunch at noon. She only ate a few mouthfuls of bread and drank a box of milk.

Hunger is the next thing. I'm afraid that the work will not be finished, which will affect the result of tomorrow's competition.

I've been working hard for so long in front of me. In the end, if I'm late to hand in the film, I'd like to thank you.

Liang qiange fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow. She was really tired recently.

It was not until two hours later that she could smell the fragrance and get up in a daze.

She walked out of the room with her slippers on. She saw that thin Xiushen was still busy in the kitchen. He was wearing black household clothes. He looked cold and deep, but he wore an apron?

At this time, he opened the pot with one hand, and poked the food inside with chopsticks in the other hand, as if to make sure that the food was cooked.

Liang qiange saw the situation with a smile, handed over the task, she at least this moment is relaxed.

She slowly walked to the back of thin Xiushen, and suddenly reached out her hand and hugged him from behind.

Bo Xiushen seemed to have known that she had come. He was not surprised at all. He just pressed her hand in front of his abdomen and asked softly, "are you hungry?"

Liang qiange smelled the fragrance and nodded.

Liang qiange felt strange before that. He should have made this meal because his apron was tied.

But can he make a decent dish just by the recipe?

But it smells good.

When it came to eating, Liang qiange laughed. The taste was that he had been sinking Bo Xiushen for 20 years, and she decided that he couldn't make it.

"Not delicious?" She asked in a strange way, looking at a thin piece of meat in the bowl.

Liang qiange quickly said, "delicious."

She had heard about taking out and pretending that she did it herself, but it was the first time that it happened to her.

But she's not going to tear it apart.

Bo Xiushen has lost face at noon. She still has to take into account his self-esteem.

And this takeaway is really delicious. I feel like I can write down the address and go to the store next time.

Bo Xiushen glanced at her, didn't say anything, and went to the kitchen to serve her a bowl of soup.

After dinner, Liang qiange had a rest and went to take a bath.

Listen to the sound of the water, thin Xiushen washed the bowl, and as soon as he came out, he saw the mobile phone on the coffee table lit up.

He took it up and opened the screen. It was a wechat, and the sender was "mother.".

Mother: did she eat it?

Bo Xiushen: Yes.

Mother: does she feel good?

Bo Xiushen: it's delicious.

Mother: [dog roll happy expression pack]

Mother: [squirrel roll happy expression pack]

Mother: [kitten roll happy expression pack]Bo Xiushen:

When Liang qiange was sleeping just now, someone came to the family. His mother cooked the dinner and left. He said that he was afraid that qiange would not feel comfortable and would not like to stay and eat with her.

Put down the mobile phone, thin Xiushen looked at the direction of the bathroom.

At this time, the mobile phone vibrated again.

Mother: does Xiaoxiu feel good?

Bo Xiushen pauses for a moment before typing: delicious.

"The other party is typing..." is always displayed over there After waiting for a long time, Bo Xiushen waited for a word.

Mother: that's good.

Bo Xiuchen seldom eats the rice his mother cooked. He occasionally goes home to eat, which is also made by servants. In memory, his mother's craft is not very good, and his father doesn't let his mother cook too much.

But this time, the food is really delicious.

It's really the taste of her cooking.

She should I practiced in private.

Thinking of this, Bo Xiushen was a little distracted. At this moment, the bathroom door was opened. Liang qiange came out wet with his pajamas and a hair dryer in his hand.

When she saw Bo Xiushen, she came over and handed him the hair dryer eagerly.

Bo Xiushen laughed, put the mobile phone on the sofa, took the hair dryer, plugged in the power, let her sit down and blow her hair.

After drying his hair, he went to take a bath.

Liang qiange wanted to go to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. As soon as he got up, he saw the light of his mobile phone on the sofa.

She subconsciously looked at the screen and saw the bright screen interface, just pop up a sentence.

Can I still come tomorrow?

Liang qiange was stunned for a moment. She noticed that there was the word "mother" on the top of the note.

Liang qiange was silent for a moment, slowly picked up the phone and opened the lock screen.

The complete chat record appeared in front of her.

She sat there looking for a while, then pursed her lips and typed a line below.

No, we'll be there tomorrow.

After typing, she put the phone down and looked up in the direction of the bathroom.

Tomorrow morning, we will record the second phase of the duel, and the third stage of actors' practice in the afternoon. The time itself is very tight, but in the evening, as a tutor, she has dinner time.

It should be enough to go back and forth between the program group and Bo Zhai.