Green and green palm trees, pink and white triangle plum, and countless tropical plants that Su Xiaohe has never seen. Su Xiaohe is languidly lying on the rattan chair on the balcony, with two dishes of washed and cut fruits on the side table. One is to peel off the shell of the bamboo, a white pulp with sweet and sour taste, looking at the special appetite. The other is diced apple. Apples are big, small, long, square and of various shapes. Su Xiaohe took a piece of fruit and forked it into his mouth. It was delicious. It has to be said that for Mr. Qi, who has never served anyone before, he can only do a good job of stripping bamboo, which does not require any technical content. As for the diced apple, it can be said that it's a terrible cut. However, Su Xiaohe still feels delicious. It's rare that Mr. Qi would take the initiative to serve her. Last night, he still couldn't help it. He didn't stop almost all night. However, the interval between each time has been prolonged a lot, perhaps because of the psychological hint. When she wakes up, she has no other adverse reactions except weakness and soreness. As soon as Mr. Qi was happy, he cooked himself. No matter how Su Xiaohe objects, he just doesn't agree with her cooking. Su Xiaohe imagines that Qi mochuan is in a hurry in the kitchen at the moment. With a smile on his lips, he forks an apple and feeds it. Then he slowly gets up, opens the balcony door and enters the room. Although the knife is a bit ugly, it tastes very sweet. The first time Mr. Qi served her like this, Bai Xianxing was very satisfied. The elevator goes down. In the kitchen on the first floor, Qi mochuan is busy with his apron. Two fried dishes have been lost in the garbage can. One is paste, the heat is big, can only pour out. One is the sugar as salt, sweet boring, absolutely can not eat. Su Xiaohe opened the door of the kitchen and saw Qi mochuan's apron. As soon as he was about to laugh, he smelled a burning smell. "Qi mochuan, what are you cooking?"“ Fried eggs, I'll make noodles for you, OK“ It's going to burn. " Su Xiaohe dashed forward, pulled apart Qi mochuan, and then skillfully turned over the eggs in the pan. "If it's a little later, it's burnt, and you can't eat them." Qi mochuan looked at the eggs turned over by Su Xiaohe and frowned, "I'll just make two portions of water noodles."“ "Noodles in water?" Su Xiaohe said she didn't understand“ Go to the sofa, lean on TV and play with your mobile phone. I promise dinner will be served in ten minutes. " Qi mochuan grits his teeth. Nothing can defeat him. From small to large, no matter what he studies, he only needs a little more than others with a little snack, can do absolutely outstanding. It's just a meal. It's hard for him. Su Xiaohe looked at his serious posture, it's not good to pour cold water on him, "Qi mochuan, I'm very easy to raise, just enough to eat, don't have to boil so much trouble." Yu Guang in the corner of his eye has already seen the vegetables that have been poured out of the garbage can. Su Xiaohe tells himself that he must not ask too much and expect too much. It's good that Mr. Qi can cook them“ Mm-hmm Qi mochuan nodded and pushed Su Xiaohe out. It's just noodles. When the water boils and the noodles are put in, there's no need to cover the pan. He just keeps staring at it. It's absolutely cooked. It's just right. So, ten minutes later, Mr. Qi really brought out two bowls of noodles, which were boiled with water. As for the other ingredients, he thought about it and still didn't put them away. This is the best way to avoid wasting ingredients. Otherwise, put it down. In case it's broken, throw it away and waste it. Although he has a lot of money, he can't waste it like this. Su Xiaohe looked at the two bowls of noodles on the table, clear soup and clear water, a little confused, how to eat this? Fortunately, after a while, Mr. Qi took out all the seasoning bottles and trays in the kitchen, "Xiao He, it's time for dinner." Su Xiaohe picked up his chopsticks, but he still didn't know how to eat them. If you only eat noodles, what are the seasonings for?