Chapter 908: Cook

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"what is it?"
Song Xi turned to look curiously, and Mo Sen turned off the phone with a quick eye, and said lightly, "Nothing, spam."
Song Xi swaggered: "Cut, don't look if you don't look."
Night falls.
Song Xi's stomach growled.
In the morning, because her mother was angry, she didn't dare to eat more, and when she came back, she had to fill in the form code, and what was eaten was delayed.
The delay came at 6:30 in the evening.
After closing the code, she closed the computer and found out that Moson was gone.
Song Xi frowned, lowered his computer, and got up. He looked inside and out in a small apartment, but there was no shadow of him.
For a moment her complexion became hard to look at, and she stood stunned in the living room.
Where did he go? Why did you suddenly disappear again?
Could it be that this is missing, it is another few years?
Just as she thought about it suddenly, the door turned suddenly, and a familiar figure came in from the outside.
Song Xi stared at him blankly, and suddenly ran away.
Mosen was carrying a large bag of vegetables in his hand, and he was suddenly thrown into his arms.
Feeling that her mood wasn't right, Moson let her hold her and said softly, "What's wrong?"
Song Xi's head was buried in his chest, and he said dumbly, "I thought you were gone again."
Mosen smiled briefly: "No, I won't go again."
Song Xi's voice sounded a little astringent: "If you leave again, I don't guarantee that I have that perseverance, and I can wait for you for years."
Hearing that, Moson's look suddenly became complicated.
He never thought about it, Song Xi has been waiting for him to return in recent years.
"I'm not going, I'm not going anywhere, I'm in your little apartment, so are you satisfied?"
Song Xi couldn't help laughing and let go of him, glaring at him: "Who wants you to lie."
Seeing that she was in a better mood, Mo Senyang's pockets were: "Hungry, I'll cook."
At this time, Song Xi saw the dish in his hand.
"Your left arm isn't good enough to hold anything. Also, I'll just cook the meal. It won't be good if it involves your wound later."
Song Xi hurriedly wanted to take over the dish in his hand, but Mo Sen flashed it: "This dish is not heavy, I'm not as coquettish as your women."
Then he went into the kitchen.
Song Xi immediately followed in.
"I'm here to cook. It's not easy for you to cook."
Moson pushed her out: "One hand is enough."
Song Xi can't beat him, so he can only follow him.
After about an hour, dinner was ready.
Looking at the delicate dishes on the small coffee table as ornamental items, Song Xi was taken aback.
And it smells too fragrant.
The maggots in Song Xi's stomach were immediately hooked.
In the past, Mosen would also cook for her, but the taste was just average. I do n’t know if his cooking has improved after so long.
She couldn't wait to grab the chopsticks and taste it, and the taste buds were immediately conquered.
This is too delicious, this cooking level is many times higher than before.
It seems that in the past few years, he has not practiced cooking less.
Song Xi would never have thought that Mo Sen specially invited chefs to learn cooking skills.
Of course, it was her.
"Mosen, it's so delicious!" She said, and couldn't help but pinch her vegetables in her mouth.
Although the food he cooked was particularly delicious, she didn't know if it was her illusion. She always felt that the taste was familiar.
It seems that she has eaten wherever she was.
Song Xi racked her brains for a long time before thinking of it, and the taste of this dish was very similar to the taste of the takeaway food ordered by the Huahua editor.