After Liao Qinghe left, only Shi Nuan and Song Yansheng were left in the restaurant.
Although Shi Nuan deliberately annoyed Song Yansheng in the morning, Song Yansheng was still very good-tempered. He served a bowl of red date and white fungus soup in front of Shi Nuan and said, "I’ve tasted this one. It should be the best that Nuannuan has made. Nuannuan, have a taste yourself, hm?"
Shi Nuan made several servings in the morning but didn’t taste them herself. She let Liao Qinghe taste it, then let Aunt Hui take it to let others taste.
The kitchen surveillance recorded everything. Song Yansheng, who originally didn’t allow anyone to disturb him, permitted Aunt Hui to deliver the soup.
Naturally, what was delivered was the one made by Shi Nuan. As for Liao Qinghe’s, sorry, he wasn’t interested!
Shi Nuan was busy for half a day and felt a bit hungry, so she scooped a spoonful and put it in her mouth.
It was a bit sweet, but the taste was fairly good. Considering her culinary skills, it was already very good.
Shi Nuan was quite satisfied with it herself.
She couldn’t help but drink a few more mouthfuls.
Song Yansheng noticed the little girl was happy, and with a gentle smile, he took a tissue to wipe the corner of Shi Nuan’s mouth.
He said, "Take your ti, don’t drink so urgently. No one is competing with you!"
Of course, no one was competing with her. But Song Yansheng’s warm and doting tone made her feel like a child again.
Clearly, there’s only an eight-year age difference, right? Actually, in terms of months, it’s still three months short of eight years.
He’s not yet thirty years old, at the pri age for a man. Why does he always like to appear so mature?
Especially in front of her.
Shi Nuan finished a small bowl in one go and wanted to serve more, but Song Yansheng stopped her.
Song Yansheng said, "There are still many dishes on the table. You can’t just keep drinking sweet soup. Be good, eat so staple food!"
Shi Nuan didn’t continue, letting Song Yansheng serve her a small bowl of rice, and used public chopsticks to give her so dishes.
Song Yansheng drank quite a bit of red date and white fungus soup in the morning, but he also noticed from the surveillance that the little girl didn’t eat much.
So after consuming at most one bowl, he took a sip, and still had room to accompany Shi Nuan for a al.
The dining atmosphere was fairly harmonious and peaceful, especially since Liao Qinghe wasn’t there to interrupt, Song Yansheng’s mood improved.
As the al neared completion, Song Yansheng served Shi Nuan another bowl of soup and said, "This ti, you can drink a little to clear the grease!"
Shi Nuan stuck out her tongue and said, "Isn’t fruit supposed to clear the grease?"
Song Yansheng sighed, "Okay, I’ll imdiately have Aunt Hui prepare a fruit platter. Tell , what fruit would you like?"
Shi Nuan however didn’t respond, she directly started drinking the soup.
Seeing this, Song Yansheng was amused again.
When a bowl of soup was almost finished, Shi Nuan drank quickly.
Song Yansheng asked Shi Nuan, "Want more? If you do, I’ll serve you so more?"
Shi Nuan shook her head and said, "I can’t eat anymore. Does Second Uncle take for a pig?"
Song Yansheng reached out and pinched Shi Nuan’s cheek and said, "Where is there such a skinny pig? Little girl, you’re talking nonsense!"
Shi Nuan pouted her lips and said, "I’ve told you many tis, Second Uncle, don’t treat like a child!"
Song Yansheng was montarily stunned, followed by a helpless sigh.
He wanted to pamper the little girl, be good to the little girl, but his way seed to be off.
That’s right, the little girl has grown up, people in their twenties are bound to feel uncomfortable being treated like a child, which is very normal.
And the so-called little flirtations between couples, he’s really not very good at them!
Ask soone else? But who to ask? The friends he’s familiar with are all older singles!
Thinking about it this way, he seed to have a person in mind, just not sure if Mo Dongheng, such a rigid and fun-less person, would be willing to offer advice!
While Song Yansheng was pondering who to ask for advice on couple interactions, Shi Nuan was thinking.
Could it be that a man like Song Yansheng is really more suited for slightly more mature won like Ji Xiangling and Chu Jingyun?
The interaction is sowhat ambiguous to her as well, but she knows for sure that a couple must have tacit understanding.
Or maybe, between her and Song Yansheng, they’re simply missing a slight bit of this tacit understanding?
But, is it really just that little bit of tacit understanding? Shi Nuan doesn’t know.
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This weekend, besides learning to make red date and white fungus soup with Liao Qinghe on Saturday morning, Shi Nuan spent the rest of the ti at Song Mansion.
The main purpose was to rest and nourish the body.
Song Yansheng, this wife-loving man, naturally went wherever Shi Nuan was.
As for Liao Qinghe, he went out on Saturday afternoon and didn’t co back that night.
He wasn’t seen the whole day on Sunday either. After all, he’s already a man in his thirties, with things he wants to do, Shi Nuan felt she couldn’t manage him.
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