C27 Make your own food

Su Qing sat at the place where the phone was placed in the living room. She looked at the phone in her hand and started to flip through the pages.

More than once she wanted to call Ling Mo and ask him about his situation, but she was afraid of disturbing him. Just as the Zhang Ma had said, there must be a reason why Ling Mo did not contact him.

Even though she was always by herself before meeting Ling Mo, she had long since gotten used to lonely days. However, after getting along with her for a short period of time, she was actually unable to part with him.

Su Qing was a little uneasy in her heart, she always had a bad feeling about this. After she forced herself to calm down, she consoled herself. Maybe Ling Mo was busy these few days, and would be fine when she was done. Turning her head to look out the window, she saw that the sky had already darkened, yet Xia Xihan still had not seen a single person. To say that she was ordered to accompany him, yet she went out to play all day, just like how it had been a whole day since she last saw her.

Su Qing laid on the sofa boringly and raised her hand towards the chandelier in a daze.

Right, why don't we go to the kitchen and practice. In the past few days, she had been served by a servant that was so delicious that it made her hair stand on end. She really wasn't used to living the life of a young miss.

Thinking about it, Su Qing immediately stood up and walked towards the kitchen. If she remembered correctly, the servants would prepare the ingredients. After opening the fridge, it was indeed the case.

Putting aside her uneasiness, Su Qing began to roll up her sleeves, preparing to show off her skills. She remembered that Ling Mo loved to eat the beef noodles that she made the most, and he kept pestering her to eat them even in florist. If the taste changed, what kind of expression would Ling Mo have?

Thinking about it, Su Qing started to have a bad brain. She might as well treat the vinegar as soy sauce next time and let Ling Mo have a taste of it.

Just then, Xia Xihan returned. She saw that Su Qing was in the kitchen playing around, and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

When Su Qing heard her voice, she waved her hands towards her and said, "Prepare to cook and pass the time, would you like to come along?"

Cooking? There was something wrong with this. A good servant was not willing to do this kind of menial work. A look of despise flashed past Xia Xihan's eyes, but she pretended to advise, "Your waist injury is still not healed, how can you do such a thing?"

Although she spoke words of concern, her footsteps did not stop for a moment as she walked towards the sofa.

"It's okay, I don't have any expectations for my waist injury. It doesn't matter if I treat it or not, it's always like this." Su Qing laughed, but did not comment on her own waist injury.

Xia Xihan rolled her eyes at a place that Su Qing couldn't see. It's good that she couldn't cure it, but I won't let you cure it even if I wanted to. She casually replied, "Sigh, Xiao Qing, you're always this open-minded."

Su Qing did not react much to Xia Xihan's answer, she only wanted to find something for herself to do to divert her attention. Although she vaguely sensed that the words Xia Xihan said were a little strange, she did not consider it too much.

Just as Su Qing was lifting up the oil pan, Zhang Ma walked in from outside. Seeing Su Qing doing something in the kitchen, she frowned and immediately stopped his movements, "Madam, why are you here? Your injury has not healed yet. If you're hungry, you can call me. "

Immediately after, Su Qing was forced out of the kitchen by Zhang Ma, causing her to not know whether to laugh or cry, "Zhang Ma, it's fine, I'm just too bored, don't worry."

"Hey, Xiao Qing, I just said it right? I told you not to do it, just to do it. "So it's like this, a waist injury will never recover in this lifetime." Seeing that someone had come, Xia Xihan immediately ran over to Su Qing and supported her. She berated her for being stubborn and disobedient.

Zhang Ma glanced at Xia Xihan but did not say anything.