Chapter 32 (1/2)

Song Xi sent the white porcelain bowl to Yuanbao and said, ”go and eat it.”

Yuanbao took it and said, ”thank you, Miss Song.”

George Sheng seems to be able to watch people's hearts, and he knows that Song Xi is not going out, so he raises his voice a little and says, ”come out to eat.”

Song Xi's heart was blocked. She didn't have to face George Sheng. She didn't have to eat. Now she has to come to the dining room with a bowl. For the long table in the dining room, George Sheng sits on one side of the table. Yuanbao pulls out his chair and sits opposite George Sheng. Song Xi goes to the end of the table and chooses the farthest position from George Sheng.

George Sheng doesn't want to talk to her either. He lowers his head and eats with a spoon. Song Xi looks at his nose, nose and mouth. He thinks that George Sheng and Yuanbao are very good at eating. Of course, she doesn't look with her eyes, but listens with her ears. In the quiet dining room, there is only the sound of the occasional touch of the porcelain spoon and bowl, and no one makes the sound of eating.

On the way, Yuanbao answers a phone call. Song Xi hears him say, ”eighty years old Maotai, one day less is not enough. Now you tell me it's only fifty years old?”

”Don't tell me all this nonsense. The plane is at six o'clock. I can't get the wine before five thirty. You can do it by yourself.”

After that, Yuanbao hung up. Although he spoke coldly to the people on the phone, when he looked up at Georges Sheng, his voice was calm and more awed. ”Brother Sheng, I'm afraid that things are not reliable over there. I'll go back to Siheyuan first and find two bottles of other wine to top it.”

George Sheng was in no hurry. He seemed to think that the soup in the bowl was good. He took another spoonful of it, and then calmly said, ”there should be two bottles of aged Maotai at home, which is less than 80 years old. Go and get it.”

Yuanbao immediately gets up. Song Xi looks to Georges Sheng and asks, ”do you want to send Cheng Deqing off?”

George Sheng let out a ”Hmmm” and Yuanbao pushed the chair back under the table. He was ready to leave.

Song Xi said, ”wait a minute.”

Yuanbao stops to look at her, but Song Xi looks at George Sheng and says, ”don't give me any wine. Cheng Deqing's heart is not good these two years. For people with heart disease, we generally don't recommend drinking.”

Still reluctant to put down the porcelain spoon, Georges Sheng held it in his hand. He looked at Song Xi at the end of the table and said in a voice, ”what do you suggest?”

Song Xi said: ”Biluochun bar, elderly people, drinking tea is better than drinking.”

Even without any doubt, Georges Sheng said directly to Yuanbao, ”go home and tell my mother to take Biluochun. She knows which box to take.”

Yuanbao nodded and left.

There were only two of them left in the dining room. Song Xi lowered his head to eat in silence, but he couldn't help wondering, does Georges Sheng believe her?

”You can cook. Why do you go to my house and pretend you can't do anything?”

George Sheng suddenly opens his mouth while eating. When Song Xi is with him, she will stretch a string in her heart and instinctively stand on guard. When she hears his voice, her first reaction is that she is flustered, just nervous, not afraid.

Slow half shot, she said aloud: ”pimple soup is just, I can only do this.” Is Jiang Jiayi going to have a pimple soup when she is performing sweet and sour fish and all kinds of difficult dishes? Is it a dish or a meal?

But Georgeson said, ”well done, much better than what you did last night.”

Song Xi couldn't tell whether he should be happy or grateful. He was still a few seconds late and said in a soft voice, ”if it's delicious, eat more.”

After this sentence, there was a period of silence. Song Xi mechanically sent the pimple soup to his mouth, trying not to recall the taste, just to fill his stomach.