C11

Shu Qingcheng prayed, "Please, don't recognize him!"

The white pigeon scratched its head and thought for a while. Then, it gloomily stamped its feet and said, "You really age before you age. I really can't remember who you are."

Gu Xiangling was worried that the white pigeon would leave a bad impression on Shu Qingcheng. "After all, what she and the white pigeon represent right now is the image of the legendary web." "Alright, pigeon, you should go rest after a long while. I'll go prepare lunch."

The pigeon stared with its big round eyes and said enthusiastically, "Let me help you."

"Alright, go and chat with the handsome guy." Gu Xiangling whispered in her ear, "Struggle for him. Push him down. Even if he fails, this trip will not be in vain."

However, the pigeons were shouting at the top of their lungs, "Get lost! Pretty boy, I'm not interested!"

Gu Xiangling felt awkward for her, even when she shouted like this without a care. "No matter what, Shu Qingcheng is still a guest." "Hey, watch your words."

"Do you want to hear it? I'm straightforward. If you have something to say, then say it." The pigeon angrily glanced at Shu Qingcheng and bluntly said, "If you don't feel comfortable listening to my words, you can just give us a slap and kick me a few times."

Shu Qingcheng gently smiled, showing no signs of being angry. It was unknown if it was an illusion or if it was something else, but the pigeon seemed to have caught sight of something and a hint of sadness flashed across its eyes. A straightforward person would hurt others with his words. "It's much better than the smile of a smiling tiger with a sweet stomach and a sword.

What sort of place and life did this man live, and what kind of life did he have to say it? Gu Xiangling couldn't help but be curious about him. She looked at him deeply a few times, and he just so happened to look at her with a probing gaze. Their gazes met, and Gu Xiangling suddenly blushed. That pair of resplendent eyes seemed to contain a power that could understand the hearts of men.

Because she had experienced the white pigeon's culinary skills, Gu Xiangling wouldn't let her into the kitchen today. The white pigeon argued with her for a long time. Her brain was nimble and her words were sharp. Very quickly, Gu Xiangling was rendered speechless by her words. Helpless, Gu Xiangling spread out her hands and said, "How about, you go onto the battlefield single-handedly?"

Shu Qingcheng looked at them with interest as they made a ruckus. Suddenly, he said, "Let me do it."

"You?" "The white pigeon suspiciously sized him up, looking at his tender skin and his fingers that didn't touch the spring water. He was just like someone who only knew how to eat and not cook." Are you sure you can do it? "

"How would you know without trying?" Shu Qingcheng had a face full of confidence, "However, I'll always be by myself when I go to the kitchen. I'm not used to others meddling in my affairs."

Gu Xiangling was in a dilemma. She wasn't familiar with him at all. Furthermore, how could she possibly meet someone in that shabby little kitchen? She tried to find an excuse to refuse, but the pigeon tugged at her sleeve and whispered in her ear, "Look at that smug face. We don't care. Let him go!"

Thus, Gu Xiangling and the white pigeon were writing in the living room. The white pigeon was still happily writing. If I write down what happened today, I can guarantee that it will greatly boost my popularity again! "

Gu Xiangling thought that she was going to expose Shu Qingcheng, so she said, "Sigh, don't write about Shu Qingcheng. It seems like he doesn't want to reveal himself!"

"Tch!" The pigeon disdainfully said, "Elder sister, are you the kind of person who makes a name for herself by relying on a pretty boy?" She smiled mysteriously at Gu Xiangling, "Huhu, to be so protective of him, is her heart moved?"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Gu Xiangling was speechless. She really couldn't stand this retard girl, so she started to joke around. You better not smear black on my body. As for me, I already have enough black powder. "

An alluring fragrance wafted through the air. The two of them were so agitated that they kept sniffing. The white pigeon sincerely praised, "You really have a hand in it. You can tell at a smell. It's quite delicious."

Gu Xiangling's curiosity flared up as well. "This guy, she looks pretty familiar. "But I really don't know the name of Shu Qingcheng."

Suddenly, the white pigeon jumped up with a 'sou' sound and excitedly wandered around the room. Gu Xiangling looked at her with a depressed expression. What was this girl up to again?

"Ayaya, he is Kevin! A new male star in China! Yes, that's right, it must be him! I usually see his English name, but I've never seen his real one before. " She pulled out her notebook and was about to run to the kitchen when she said, "No, I have to get an autograph. "Even if I'm eliminated tomorrow, I can sell my autograph for several million."

Gu Xiangling was speechless. Earlier, she had called him 'pretty boy'. Now that he knew his true identity, she couldn't wait any longer to get her autograph. She pulled on the excited white pigeon and said, "Forget it, I walked out on my own. Don't try to hug other people's thighs."

"Get out of the way, chicken soup is useless." The white pigeon held her back, "Come, let's go get your autograph together. The next time Song Mingjian wants to say something like "If you don't want to, you can leave," we'll really leave. It's fine if you don't want to be that dog-shit god! "

"If you want to go, go. I'm not interested. And … Kevin! Kevin! " Gu Xiangling shook her head as she read. "What kind of foreign name are you using?"

"It's not something I'm willing to take!" "Humph!" Shu Qingcheng suddenly appeared at the door, his face filled with desolation. Do you know that those in the entertainment circle have no choice but to do so? " His tone was full of sadness, and when he finished speaking, he even let out a faint sigh.

It could be seen that he truly did not like the complicated environment of the entertainment circle.

The pigeon did not seem to notice his displeasure as it handed over the notebook and pen. A superstar, having the fate of coming here for a long time. After today, who knows when they will meet again. Will you sign your name and keep it as a memento? "

Shu Qingcheng felt helpless as he took the notebook and signed his name. This signature, whether you keep it or sell it. I only implore one thing, and that is not to make the news of my presence public, will you? "

There was a genuine pleading in his voice, and when he said it in a clear, magnetic voice, no one could resist it. "The white pigeon seemed to have been subdued, and its usually crisp voice also became gentler." "Alright, I promise you."

The sumptuous lunch was served. It was colorful and fragrant, with all sorts of unknown dishes that Gu Xiangling and the white pigeon tried one by one. Whether it was crisp and refreshing, or exquisite and fresh, or smooth and pleasant to the taste.

The main issue was the green vegetable bean curd soup. The clear broth was scattered with a few transparent oil flowers, dark green vegetables, snow-white tofu, and more than a dozen fragmented green onions. Other than that, there was nothing else.

He took a sip. The taste was unexpectedly delicious. It was as light as boiled water, but also had a faint fragrance to it. And there is not even a hint of chicken essence and other condiments, clear water out of a natural hibiscus.

The white pigeons, which ate rather fast, also slowed down their pace of drinking the soup, savoring it in small sips.

After drinking a small bowl, his stomach felt comfortable.

Gu Xiangling thought that her culinary skills were pretty good, but she's still far from being able to cook the delicacies in front of her! " This soup, and all these dishes, how are they made? "