Chapter 27 (2/2)

Song Xi pondered for a few seconds, then added: we have been carrying the pot with each other since we were young.

Looking at the dozens of words on the screen, song xijue had a clear conscience, so he didn't hesitate and sent them directly.

As for what Georges Sheng thought, it was beyond her control. With her mobile phone, she stood at the side of the road to stop the car.

The man just got into the back seat of the taxi and said, ”Cuicheng mountain.”

The mobile phone in my hand lights up, accompanied by an English letter on the screen: s.

This is Georges Sheng's name in her phone book. Song Xi was stunned. After a few seconds of pause, he opened the connect button and stuck his mobile phone to his ear, ”hello?”

”Are you ready?”

In the mobile phone, there is Georges Sheng's deep and melodious voice. Song Xi is still very voice controlled. Georges Sheng's voice is absolutely beautiful. It's just that every time they are together, whether they are talking or talking, he has no good words, so that she is not in any mood to appreciate his voice.

Like at the moment, George Sheng's mindless sentence, Song Xi immediately worried, she tentatively asked: ”what are you going to prepare?”

George Sheng's voice was lukewarm. ”What you asked me to do before, is it done now?”

Song Xi is also a smart, immediately understand his meaning, immediately back: ”not yet, when do you have time?”

”I'm leaving night city tomorrow night,” Georgeson said

The implication is that only tonight is free.

Song Xi looked at the time and quickly asked, ”I'll go back to prepare now. Will you come back tonight?”

George Sheng gave a faint ”um”, and Song Xi had to reply in a good voice: ”OK, I'll go back first and wait for you to come back.”

George Sheng hung up first. Song Xi looked up to the driver and said, ”master, please find a supermarket nearby that can buy vegetables.”

The driver stealthily glances at Song Xi in the rearview mirror. In the dim light, he can still see her bright face. The driver's eyes are full of profound meaning, as if he can identify her only from Song Xi's words. Ah, no wonder such a young girl can live in Cuicheng mountain villa. She is taken care of.

Song Xi has no time to care about what the driver thinks. Her mind is full of the dishes Han Chunmeng taught her to cook at noon.

Sweet and sour ribs in the front or back?

Pineapple, ancient meat

She quickly took out a small note from her bag with her notes on it.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the mall. The driver said there was a supermarket inside. Song Xi gave money to get off and went straight to the supermarket.

After a brisk purchase, he goes back to cuichengshan villa in a trance and spreads everything on the long silver case in the kitchen. Song Xi just stares at it for more than ten minutes, then slowly starts to prepare.

After Song Yuanqing left, Song Xi felt sad and helpless more than once, but she was able to bite her teeth. But now Georges Sheng had to force her to cook by herself. Although she had promised to do it herself, she was still standing in the big kitchen in the dead of night, facing many things she didn't know well and didn't want to do. She was still red in the eyes and lost some golden pimples.