Chapter 326

However, the heart is happy, and the action is gentle, "today is to send an opportunity directly, otherwise you have to come back tomorrow. You'll wait all night."

Rong qianxia didn't know this. He just thought song lengge would come back, so he waited.

"Aren't you back now?"

Rong qianxia hugged song lengge's neck, so close that there was no embarrassment.

I don't know if I woke up. I suddenly remembered that today's big meal had not been eaten. I hurriedly struggled to land from Song lengge's arms and shouted in my mouth; "I haven't eaten yet. This is my candlelight dinner."

"OK."

Although he couldn't eat, and it was getting late, song lengge didn't refuse. This was Rong qianxia's intention to himself, which was not enough.

Rong qianxia was elated. She smiled like a child, nodded hard, and got up to go to the kitchen to prepare.

Things are cold and must be hot. Rong qianxia thought, you can't get confused this time, and you can make it yourself.

"I'll do it."

Song lengge smiled, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and began to work.

Rong qianxia looks at her lace survey and only cares about the sexy temptation. It's really inconvenient to enter the kitchen.

"You sit here."

Rong qianxia had to nod. First, the clothes were inconvenient. Second, entering the kitchen by herself was a big disaster. Maybe there would be nothing to eat tonight.

Watching song lengge go in and out, he couldn't get a rest when he just came back. He felt a little sorry. He leaned against the door and watched song lengge occasionally splashed with oil inside. Otherwise, he didn't respond after firing for a long time. Rong qianxia couldn't help teasing and said; "Song lengge, you are not as good at cooking as I thought."

"What I did was not delicious?"

Song lengge asked without looking back.

Rong qianxia shook her head, but afraid that song lengge couldn't see it, she shouted, "of course not."

Because I can't do it and can do it so well, it should be more moving.

Rong qianxia is a little worried. The kitchen station hasn't been cleaned up yet. Song lengge sees the clue. Fortunately, song lengge is also half hearted. At present, his mind is all on hot dishes, and he doesn't think about anything else at all.

Rong qianxia smiled and felt satisfied.

She crept in and couldn't help hugging song lengge from behind. She said love words that even she felt tired of, but from the bottom of her heart.

"Leng Ge, why did I miss you when you left?"

Song lengge fried eggs with one hand and touched Rong qianxia's hair with the other hand. He suddenly became too clever. He also didn't adapt.

"Are you doing something guilty?"

Song lengge always thinks of people as bad, and Rong qianxia is dissatisfied. "Song lengge, do you think I'm profitable to you?"

Although I do have something to discuss with song lengge, it has nothing to do with tonight's romantic consciousness.

What she can give song lengge today is this dinner. She never thought that tomorrow's quarrel would be softer.

This is a bit serious. Song lengge was a joke. Seeing her serious temper, he quickly turned off the fire, picked up her face, kissed her gently and said softly; "Well, you go out first. There's a lot of oil smoke."

"Hum!"

With some anger, Rong qianxia went out. Soon, song lengge came out with vegetables. The candle light had burned out. There was no way. Rong qianxia had to turn on the light.

Looking at the sweat on song lengge's forehead, Rong qianxia still couldn't help feeling distressed and picked up a towel to wipe it for him.

Song lengge bent slightly and kissed her on the forehead. His eyes saw the boundless scenery, so he kindly reminded, "dress well."

Rong qianxia pulled his clothes and looked up again. Song lengge had entered the kitchen. Rong qianxia scolded a hooligan with a red face. He saw it when he saw it. Is it necessary to say it again.

"You can eat."

Rong qianxia looked up at the clock. It's already two o'clock. Is it midnight?

Song lengge looked really hungry. He sat down and drank a mouthful of soup. Then he looked up and asked Rong qianxia, "why don't you eat?"

It used to be a romantic dinner, but now it's a little stale. If only song lengge could come back early. But it's not angry, just a little lost, "nothing, Leng Ge, I'll be very happy if you can come back today."

Song lengge still had something in his mouth, and his cheeks bulged out, but it didn't affect his beauty at all. He was stunned and thought that tonight's Rong qianxia was possessed by the God of love. He always said sweet words.

He put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth clean after eating, reached out his hand and pinched Qian Xia's cheek. With a smile of helplessness, he said; "Shallow summer, the future is long. Good days go by slowly. There's no need to behave so well one day. The other 364 days annoy me."

Rong qianxia secretly plotted this account in his heart and complained with some dissatisfaction, "I don't like to make you angry so much, song lengge. Don't always blame me for your anger."

"I'll be angry if you don't annoy me."

Song lengge retorted.

What's wrong with this?

Rong qianxia was completely convinced. The first time he heard the reason why someone was angry and blamed others, "then you can't control your emotions and try not to be angry. It's good for everyone."

Song lengge seemed to think about it seriously. He thought what she said was reasonable, so he nodded and bowed his head to continue eating.

"You're right. Don't be angry in the future, but you have to be obedient."

Rong qianxia whispered to himself when he was not good. You can't blame yourself for their mistakes because they have different positions.

Did song lengge gobble it? The wine beside him has become a decoration.

First, she was unwell. Second, it was really too late. Seeing that he ate so much, Rong qianxia couldn't help reminding, "you should eat less and don't eat so much at night."

"I'm sure I'll finish what you made."

Song lengge said half, suddenly raised his head and asked, "did you really do this?"

In my memory, Rong qianxia can't cook, and the master level is obviously inconsistent with her strength.

At the beginning, he was ready, thinking that he would eat whether it was delicious or not. But when he really ate it, he felt delicious, but he forgot such an important thing.

Rong qianxia was a little guilty, but his bright eyes still looked at him, as if to confuse his judgment.

"Why, my cooking is not delicious."

She smiled gently, trying not to show a trace on her face.

"It's delicious."

Song lengge put his knife and fork completely and began to be serious about the problem. "I'm just curious about how this thing was made and what it was."