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The task of picking meat was completed quickly and decisively by the head of Su. Song Xingchen just turned around from the fruit area and saw the head of Su carrying several bags. So fast? She was shocked. She also has the experience of accompanying people to buy vegetables, such as her dear mother. Professor Li likes to call her every weekend to go to the supermarket near the school to buy vegetables, vegetables can be picked for a long time, let alone meat, not too fresh or too fresh. Su Qingqing raised the bag in his hand and said, "If I were not a soldier, I would be a good doctor. I can quickly tell what part of the meat belongs to and know how to dismember it with a scalpel." What he said was serious, but Song Xingchen's face was half black. Is that a threat..!!! Do you think so?? Calculated.. When I got home, around four o'clock, it was time for dinner again. Song Xingchen saw that he was familiar with washing the food, sorting it, and stuffing it into the refrigerator, once again raising the illusion that he was the guest. She took off her pink woolen coat, put it on the sofa, and went in to help. When Su Qingqing saw her coming,hot tub spa manufacturers, she got out of the way and handed her the tomatoes she was about to wash. "Wash them clean." Song Xingchen looked at the round tomatoes in his hand, then looked at the ribs he had put on the chopping board, and went to wash them. When she finished washing and turned around, she saw Su Qingqing peeling the pumpkin cut in half, holding the handle of the knife with a very attentive expression. The yellow sunlight outside the window hit him,4 person jacuzzi, adding a touch of softness. Song Xingchen can hardly imagine how a well-fed person like Su Qingqing can have such good knife work and cooking skills. She believes in talent, but she still can't combine the image of a tough man with the soft man in front of her. Su Qingqing cut the pumpkin and turned around to see Song Xingchen's rather critical eyes. He put the pumpkin on the other side of the chopping board and cut it into pieces in a neat way. What are you thinking? He dipped the spareribs in clear water and then wiped his hands clean and turned to look at them. Song Xingchen was still holding the tomato in his hand, and he was slightly embarrassed by the direct interruption without any foreshadowing. She casually put the dripping tomatoes on the side and wiped her hands against her jeans. This habit is the same as Su Qingyin's. He frowned, took the towel on the side and handed it to her. Song Xingchen's hands were already half dry, too lazy to wipe them again, shaking his head, indicating that she did not need it. Su Qingqing could not help but hold her hand and wipe it with a dry towel. Her fingers had a slight coolness. When he touched her hand, he had a slight meal, and then he wiped it more carefully. Then he heard Song Xingchen's soft voice asking, "Why do you cook so many delicious dishes?" Su Qingqing was stunned and hung the towel back. Born with it. Song Xingchen noticed the faint smile in his words and was quite bewitched, but did not know how to answer again. She must have gone out without looking at the almanac today. Everything is not suitable. Just before she turned to leave the kitchen, endless pool swim spa ,whirlpool hot tub, she heard Su Qingqing say, "I used to take care of a person, and I took care of him very carefully." Although there was a small episode in the afternoon, the atmosphere was very pleasant at the dinner table. Song Xingchen scooped up half a bowl of soup into the bowl, took a sip of the steaming aroma, and squinted contentedly. How do you cook this dish? Su Qingqing took a slow bite of the beef, "want to know?" Song Xingchen nodded. You won't either. Absent-minded, he said. Song Xingchen immediately blackened his face, "you don't say I'll splash you with hot soup!" Su Qingqing looked at her lazily, "then you have to carry it up, I remember just out of the pot not long ago." Song Xingchen did not give up taking his finger to point it, and it was really hot. You're using my kitchen. What are you so arrogant about? Su Qingming is picking up a piece of pumpkin, and even such a down-to-earth action is gentle and elegant for him to do. Sure enough, there is a delicious food called in other people's bowls. I remember I bought the pumpkin you ate. Then he gave a soft "hmm" and added, "I paid for all this. ” Song Xingchen did not hesitate to bite down the pumpkin to her mouth, soft and glutinous, mixed with the meat flavor of ribs, delicious she would swallow her tongue. Men should pay! Su's clear eyes brightened, and the brilliance flowed against the light. Song Xingchen thought in his heart that it was really beautiful and delicious, and that beauty could really go with the meal. Yeah, when a man pays, he should. He repeated it softly, and there was a faint smile in his voice. The author has something to say: Today is half an hour late, don't you worry about the author's personal safety! Poof! I've been too busy. I've just been free. Mada, I'm sorry. Be sure to be on time at 4 o'clock tomorrow. Don't regret if you don't come in time! Tomorrow, this chapter is sure to make your mood explode for a day! I owe you a bite! What is the princess hug again? Ha ha ha ha. The author of the slag has come to spoil it again. He was beaten obediently. Thank you for finding the mine of the North Leprechaun ~ Mada ~ Chapter 30 Chapter 30. Dinner ended in such a harmonious atmosphere. Song Xingchen cleaned up the bowl and soaked it in the water. Just as he was about to wipe the table, Su Qingqing came in. Clear the table and I'll wash the dishes. As soon as he finished speaking, he soaked his slender white fingers into the pool full of detergent foam in Song Xingchen's stunned eyes. Didn't you say you didn't like to clean up the mess? She stood stiffly at the kitchen door with a rag. Su Qingqing did not look back, turned on the tap, "rushing" to cover up the sound of flushing, Song Xingchen only heard him say. I'm in a good mood today. Today, mood, good? When Song Xingchen came back from tidying up the table, Su Qingqing was washing the bowls and chopsticks carefully. She stood behind him for a moment and asked,outdoor spa manufacturers, "Coffee?" Su Qingqing hesitated a little and nodded. Have a drink. When Song Xingchen finished making coffee and came out, Su Qingqing had already wiped his hands and was sitting in the living room, making a phone call with his cell phone. monalisa.com