Song Mi felt a little hot on his face and didn't recover: "What?"

The corn was handed to her, and the man's low voice fell from the top of her head again.

"Corn, what else?"

"oh……"

Song Mi was dazzled by the golden corn in front of him and came back to his senses, "That's enough, that's enough."

After handing the corn to her hand, Tan Xize pulled away, went to the refrigerator compartment next to him, took out fresh ribs, and handed it to her again.

Song Mi took it in his hand and couldn't help but mutter: "Why do you have everything here..."

The ribs are some of the best and very fresh.

On Nishizawa: “The ingredients are changed every day.”

Change every day?

Song Mi looked up and down at the refrigerator occupying one wall in front of him, feeling puzzled: "You live alone, can you really finish the food?"

Tan Xi Ze went to wash his hands in front of the homeless platform and put his hand under the sensor faucet.

"How did you know I lived alone?"

The sound of water flowing.

He washed his hands slowly and waited for an answer.

Song Mixin said, if you don't live alone, how come you don't have anyone around you even if you have a fever or cold?

But another strange thought popped into my head.

She thought of the wealthy novels she had read, where a tyrant like Tan Nishizawa would claim to be single to the outside world, but in fact, he would hide his beauty in a golden house, and there would definitely be a beautiful little wife in his residence.

It's so... so exciting.

Song Mi's gossip soul was blazing, and he stood behind the man holding two sticks of corn and a bag of ribs. He asked with a mysterious smile: "Mr. Tan, you suddenly want to hire me as a shield, is there someone hiding it?"

A beloved woman, I don’t want her to be exposed to the public.”

"..."

Talking about Nishizawa's action of washing his hands, he paused and said without emotion: "What nonsense."

Song Mi: "..."

From this tone, it seemed that she had guessed wrong.

She explained angrily: "I read it in novels all written like this."

"Is it written in the novel..." Tan Xize wiped his hands with a handkerchief on the side, turned around and looked at her, "people like you."

Song Mi was a little startled.

Someone like her?

In his eyes, what kind of person is she? She loves money as much as her life? She worships money? She is a cowardly social beast who insults her boss?

Song Mi couldn't help but asked, "Is this what I am?"

After Tan Xize wiped his hands, he put the white handkerchief back in place, and the corners of his lips curled up in a lazy arc.

But he didn't say a word.

This made Song Mi feel scratched and itchy in her heart, "Mr. Tan, why don't you finish what you said."

Tell me, you are!

Say it quickly!

He still didn't talk about Xize. He looked at Song Mi with a calm look: "It's boring after I finish talking."

Half of it would really make people curious.

Song Mi held back his energy, but did not dare to ask any more questions. He came to the homeless platform with the ingredients in his arms and began to unwrap the corn wrap in a muffled voice.

I am still complaining in my heart, who is this person? He is only half-talking.

Take out two corns, wash them in the sink, and put them on the cutting board for later use.

Pour the ribs into the basin and wash them again, then put the cold water into the pot, add the rice wine, green onions and ginger, blanch them to remove the fishy smell and remove the blood and set aside.

While Song Mi was busy, Tan Xize did not leave the kitchen, but stood not far away and quietly watched her busy.

His eyes always stayed on her face... or behind her ears.

There is a striking dark red cinnabar behind the ear.

Round and saturated.

Song Mi cut the corn into three-finger-wide pieces and put it into the bowl. When he raised his head again, he met Tan Xize's gaze.

"Mr. Tan, you go to the living room and sit and rest. You don't have to look at me here. I won't move things around."

Tan Xize did not move, but asked her: "Have you had dinner?"

"……not yet."

As soon as Song Mi got off work, he was busy picking up his suit and preparing to eat before going home.

Tan Xize pondered for two seconds and said, "You can just stir-fry another dish."

"ah?"

“Eat here and then go back.”

Song Mi hesitated: "...Is it really okay?"

Tan Xize raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in reply: "What's not allowed?"

"..."

"This is my home, who can say no?"

Song Mi was a little flattered. He put the knife in his hand on the chopping board and turned to look at him with a smile: "Then what dish do you want to eat? As long as it's not too difficult, I can make it."

"Whatever." Tan Xize said, "I can eat all the ingredients that appear in my refrigerator."

"..."

"Okay, I understand."

Song Mi turned around, went to the refrigerator, opened a few small compartments and started picking out ingredients. He thought about what he just said, that these ingredients would be changed every day.

Wouldn't that be a waste?

She held on to a small refrigerator door and turned to look at Tan Xize: "...Mr. Tan."

He shouted but didn't say anything further, as if he was about to speak.

Talking about Caesar: "If you have something to say, just say it."

"oh."

Song Mi looked at him eagerly and asked, "Can you pack up some of the ingredients you can't finish for me and take away with me?"
Chapter completed!