We didn't escape the seven-year itch

Chapter 27

Chu Yi watched Song Mingke skillfully chop and stir-fry vegetables, and the smell wafted from the kitchen after a while.

He knew that his cooking skills could only be described as "starving to death" and not "delicious". After thinking about it carefully, the two of them have been together for so many years. It is clear that Song Mingke was also a young master who didn't touch the spring water before. Who knew when he became so good at cooking.

Song's mother and Song's father are both university professors, and their family conditions are very good. It is estimated that Song Mingke only held paintbrushes in his hands before he married him.

Song Mingke took out the dish and handed it to him, "Take it out, be careful not to burn your hands."

When Chu Yi heard Song Mingke's voice, he pulled back his thoughts, took the plate from Song Mingke's hand, brought it to the dining table and put it down.

Song Mingke cooked fermented glutinous rice balls and was serving them out. In a white porcelain bowl, fermented glutinous rice balls and goji berries were paired with soft glutinous glutinous rice balls. They were steaming and soft, and they were especially suitable for the cold winter.

Seeing him coming in, Song Mingke smiled at him, "Come."

"Huh?" Chu Yi looked at Song Mingke with some doubts, and then took two steps forward to stand in front of him.

Song Mingke was holding a white porcelain bowl with a round ball on the spoon, and said to him, "Try it, today's small round balls are different."

Chu Yi couldn't help laughing, opened his mouth and let Song Mingke feed him.

The glutinous rice balls are paired with the sweet and sour taste of fermented glutinous rice. Only when you bite open do you find that there is something inside.Chu Yi thought for a while and asked him, "Osmanthus flavor?"

"En." Song Mingke nodded.

The hot air rising from the pot condenses into water droplets on the glass, and the sweetness of the fermented rice lingers on the tip of the nose.

Chu Yi looked at Song Mingke, who was clearly a 30-year-old adult, but it made him return to his teenage years in a daze.Obviously he could sit at the dining table and eat, but Song Mingke stood in the kitchen feeding him like offering a treasure, like a teenage child hiding in the kitchen and stealing delicious food.

Song Mingke fed him one, ate another by himself, and asked him, "Is the sweet-scented osmanthus sweet?"

"It was delicious."

"Well, I think so too." Song Mingke handed him the bowl, picked up another one and walked out, "I'll cook it in two days."

The two ate dinner and watched TV on the sofa.It was the same variety show that Song Mingke used to watch. Song Mingke remembered his plum wine while watching it.

Chu Yi looked at Song Mingke holding half a cup of rose-colored plum wine, and couldn't help frowning.

"You still drink in this cold weather?" Chu Yi said as he reached out to take the glass from Song Mingke's hand.

"It doesn't matter if there is floor heating at home." Song Mingke was talking, and handed him the cup habitually.

Seeing Chu Yi drank half a glass of plum wine in one go, Song Mingke finally realized, "You don't like drinking it?!"

Chu Yi didn't answer, just said, "You have a bad stomach, drink less."

Song Mingke had no choice but to snatch the cup from Chu Yi's hand angrily, and drank the liquid that covered the bottom of the cup in one gulp.

Chu Yi was amused by Song Mingke's sullen look, and stretched out his hand to pull Song Mingke to sit beside him.Song Mingke leaned against him, watching TV.

Chu Yi smiled and sighed, "Tell me, why are you so big and still so disobedient."

Song Mingke grabbed his hand and put it to his mouth and took a bite, leaving a row of neat tooth marks on the palm of his hand. He didn't use too much force, and it didn't hurt very much.

"Not only disobedient, but also bite you."

Chu Yi was amused by Song Mingke's childish performance, and silently twitched the corners of his mouth.

The eyes looking at Song Mingke were still watching intently on the TV.He suddenly felt that Song Mingke was still the same as before, a child, but he wanted to go to work properly.

"Do you like going to work? Do you like this job?" Chu Yi asked softly.

"Huh?" Song Mingke shifted his gaze from the TV to Chu Yi. After watching for a long time, he seemed to be able to figure out how to answer, "It's okay."

"Well... If you don't like it, we won't do it..."

Seeing that Song Mingke's face became blank and sad, Chu Yi pursed his lips, then nodded stiffly, "Got it."

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