Yian on the phone and couldn't help but darken his face.He turned to face Xu Da and asked, "Did you take anything out of the house today and throw it away"Xu Da thought for a moment: "It's just one t...And his company is in the city center, a casual meal costs fifty to sixty, and one month's food expenses are considerable.

Out of the mindset of not wasting, Shen Yian put the remaining dishes into the blue lunchbox.

She felt the portion of food was a little small, so she quickly evened out the amount of food in both lunch boxes. Song Lin is a man, it's understandable for him to eat more.

Well, Song Lin doesn't seem to like greasy food. Stir-fried beef with green pepper is a bit oily, but she loves it, so let her eat more.

Shen Yian picked up a little more beef shreds and put them in his lunch box.

It's because he himself doesn't like to eat, it's not that she is stingy.

Who called him so picky

She was picking at the beef strips when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She hastily covered the lunch box and put it back in her bag.

What was she guilty of

After preparing, she carried out two bowls of rice porridge from the kitchen.

"Good morning, Mr. Song."

Good morning.

Song Lin slowly sat down, his expression still as calm as ever, but no matter how he looked at it, his face was pleasing to the eye. Shen Yian couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

But she was afraid of repeating last night's awkward situation, so she quickly lowered her head and handed Song Lin a bowl of millet porridge.

Have breakfast. The pan-fried wontons are not oily and won't be greasy.

"Well, thank you."

To be honest, Song Lin's politeness made Shen Yi'an feel very comfortable. At least his efforts were recognized.

Song Lin savored a spoonful of porridge slowly. It was very fragrant with just the right consistency; it felt comforting as soon as it entered his stomach.

He took another bite of the pan-fried wonton. The outer skin was crispy, and the meat filling inside was bursting with soup.

It's way better than those bulk wontons, you know

Although it's just an ordinary, unremarkable Chinese breakfast, for someone who has been eating too much coffee bread abroad, he has to admit that Shen Yian's cooking skills are impeccable.

Song Lin couldn't help but glance at Shen Yi'an. He was still dressed in his usual old-fashioned way, but his face without makeup was flushed red, making the freckles on his nose seem more noticeable, but strangely cute.

"Are you hot"

"Huh" Shen Yi'an was a little flustered and mumbled, "The kitchen is hot because of cooking."

"Hmm."

Song Lin looked toward the kitchen. He didn't turn on the stove, so he had no idea how hot cooking could be.

Shen Yian put down his chopsticks under his gaze: "I'm full, I'm going to work."

Song Lin nodded lightly: "Hmm, just leave the bowl there. I'll wash it later."

"Okay."

Shen Yian got up and went into the kitchen to take out two lunch boxes.

"Your lunch seems pretty expensive. I brought a bento box, you... if you don't like it, just buy something else."

Putting down the blue bag, she turned and walked to the entryway to change her shoes.

Before putting on her high heels, she carefully wiped the leather with a shoe cloth, showing special care.

Song Lin was just about to say thank you when he saw how much she loved those old shoes, and he remembered what Shen Yian's colleague had said.

This pair of high heels was given to Shen Yian by her former boyfriend, and she has worn them for three whole years.

Among the women Song Lin knew, there was no such thing as wearing a pair of shoes for three years, especially when they were already a bit worn out.

This shows just how much Shen Yian cares for Cheng.

If you love him so much, why marry him For money

Shen Yi'an changed his shoes and politely said, "Mr. Song, goodbye."

Song Lin's face turned slightly cold, he nodded without saying a word.

Shen Yian was puzzled, wasn't it fine just now

Well, that's just his personality. He's always cool and aloof, strange in a way.

She didn't ask any further questions, rushed out the door, afraid of missing the subway.

Song Lin heard the sound of the door closing and lost his appetite. He rolled up his sleeves and carried the bowls and dishes into the kitchen, and suddenly a burst of smoke filled the air.

Even with the window open, I could still feel the stifling heat.

He frowned, placing the dishes in the sink and starting to wash them.

When he was about to wipe the table, he found that Shen Yian had already cleaned it up. He only asked him to wash a bowl.

He listened to the sound of the water, and for a moment couldn't quite figure out Shen Yian's thoughts.ad eaten something strange.Make up for herHow could you possibly say thatShen Yian went to Zhou's office to sign. Zhou glanced at her, his expression unclear, but this time he didn't say anything. He...