After starting to entangle

Chapter 5 Don't Blame Me

"what!"

Tang Shi suddenly yelled from the kitchen, as if it was the sound of a kitchen knife falling.

Song Ci was originally reading a newspaper on the sofa, but when he heard the sound, he quickly put down the newspaper and ran to the kitchen.

"Are you okay?"

Song Ci said and walked up to Tang Shi.

Tang Shi bent down to pick up the kitchen knife, scratched her head and said embarrassingly, "I'm sorry, brother, I accidentally knocked the kitchen knife off the ground." Tang Shi bit her lip after speaking.

Song Ci sighed after hearing this, and then said, "I'm asking if you're okay?"

"Ah, it's all right. I'm all right." After Tang Shi finished speaking, she gave another lovely smirk.

Song Ci also didn't understand why this child liked to laugh so much...

Seeing that Tang Shi was fine, Song Ci was relieved, and even looked at him and said something relaxed,

"Be careful, go out to eat in the worst case. You are still underage, and you are still an overseas student. If something happens in my house, I will be responsible for you!"

"Responsible to me?"

Tang Shi repeated nervously.

"if not?"

"Hey, Senior Brother, don't worry! My rice is already cooked, and now I'll stir fry vegetables with warm oil. I'll make sure you have a delicious dinner within half an hour!" Tang Shi waved the shovel playfully after finishing speaking. .

Song Ci nodded awkwardly upon hearing the sound.

In fact, Song Ci didn't look forward to this dinner at all. If Tang Shi didn't look disappointed, according to his personality, it would be more convenient to eat outside.

"Senior brother, go out and wait, there will be some oily smoke in a while. I'll call you when I'm done!" After Tang Shi finished speaking, the other hand holding the kitchen knife signaled him to go out.

Song Ci didn't like to stay in the kitchen, so he nodded and went back to the living room.

After returning to the living room, Song Ci continued to read the newspaper.

Although Micheng is an international metropolis in the 21st century, Song Ci has a habit.He can read the information on his mobile phone, but he still subscribes to the daily morning newspaper to read.

This has been a habit of his for more than ten years, almost without interruption.

While flipping through the newspaper, Song Ci turned his head to look at the kitchen.He used to think that the life of two people should be a very troublesome and scary thing, but now someone is cooking in the kitchen, smelling the fragrance of rice gradually wafting out, it seems to be a little more human than being alone... ....

Thinking of this, Song Ci's resistance to Tang poetry seems to be not as strong as the first day.

After about half an hour, Tang Shi really prepared dinner.

And it turned out to be four dishes and one soup.

After washing his hands, Song Ci asked curiously while wiping them, "How did you cook the food so quickly? It takes four to 10 minutes to order a takeaway!"

After Song Ci finished speaking, he sat down at the dining table.

I saw Tang Shi sat down with two bowls of steaming white rice and said, "Isn't that well-equipped cooking at the senior brother's house! I fried these dishes while the soup was cooking, senior brother, hurry up!" Try to see if it suits your taste!"

Tang Shi said and handed the chopsticks to Song Ci with full expectation.

Song Ci took the chopsticks and nodded with a forced smile.

In fact, Song Ci's inner narration is: He is only a teenager, and it is normal for him to cook poorly.Since you promised to cook, you should enjoy it!

So with this reluctance, Song Ci ate scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

However, after eating it in one bite, Song Ci felt that this dish seemed to be even more delicious than what his mother made.

So Song Ci took two more mouthfuls of green side dishes, which were still delicious.

I simply tasted all four dishes of Song Ci, and I sincerely feel that they are so delicious!

But Song Ci is the kind of person who praises eight points for being excellent, but only admits seven points for being delicious.

Mingming wanted to eat two more bowls of rice in his heart, but he still pretended to say, "Well, it's not bad."

But even if it is the three words "not bad", as long as it is said from Song Ci's mouth, Tang Shi's eyes will bloom happily.

I saw him happily filling soup for Song Ci and saying, "Brother, do you usually eat out? Do you also eat takeaway at home?"

After talking about Tang poetry, he sent the soup to Song Ci.

"Yeah, how do you know?"

"Because those pots are not commonly used at first glance. Are they all imported? They are very useful!"

Tang Shi said and took a bite of tofu.

Song Ci thought for a while and said, "My mother chose it. The last time I used it was at the beginning of this year...my mother made meals, and your master also came."

"Haha, no wonder. Mistress' cooking is really delicious." Tang Shi said, biting her chopsticks and looking at Song Ci with a smile.

"However, you are so young, how can you cook delicious food!" Song Ci actually asked Tang Shi on his own initiative.

Song Ci is rarely the initiator of the topic, but usually the terminator of the topic.

Tang Shi bit her lips, and then said, "My family is in the countryside. Every year, there are a lot of helpers during the spring planting and autumn harvest. At this time, the adults in the family are busy with the field. The children who stay at home like us You have to learn how to prepare meals. So, when I was about seven or eight years old, I learned to cook with my mother, and I cook better than my brothers and sisters, so I usually do it.”

"Do you have brothers and sisters?" Song Ci asked in surprise.

"My stepfather has a daughter and a son." Tang Shi lowered her head in embarrassment after finishing speaking.

Song Ci suddenly realized that he shouldn't have asked so many questions.So he smiled lightly and stopped talking.

Seeing that the atmosphere was awkward, Tang Shi smiled and said, "Although sometimes I'm a little tired, but this also allowed me to practice [-] martial arts!"

Seeing him beaming and talking, Song Ci couldn't help but smile.

He finally knew that it turned out that Tang Shi was not bad at words, but was afraid of the new environment.

Maybe it's because I'm too difficult to get along with, which makes this child feel a little reserved...

"You are confident! But be more confident, just talk and laugh like this, I won't let you shut up again." Song Ci even got up to add a bowl of soup to Tang Shi while talking.

Tang Shi was both surprised and delighted by this move, holding it with both hands with a grateful heart.His ruddy face was buried by the bowl, and he said softly, "Thank you, Senior Brother..."

After dinner, Tang Shi packed up the dishes and went to the living room and asked, "Brother, I want to discuss something with you. Do you have a lamp at home?"

Song Ci raised his head and asked strangely, "No, why do you want a desk lamp?"

"I, I want to learn the content of tomorrow's textbook later." After finishing speaking, Tang Shi scratched her head in embarrassment.

Song Ci suddenly thought, "You will report tomorrow, right?"

Tang Shi nodded with a smile.

"I don't have a desk lamp, so you can go to the study and read a book!"

"But, it's a waste of electricity. I'll watch it tomorrow! Hehe!" Tang Shi said with a crescent-like smile.

Song Ci was stunned when he heard what he said.There is even this kind of thinking of saving electricity...

Seeing his slender long legs standing up, he said while walking towards the bathroom, "You can use it if you are told. When you become short-sighted, the price of glasses will be much more expensive than this!"

"By the way, can I send you off tomorrow? Will the other children have guardians?"

Song Ci stood at the bathroom door, half-opened the bathroom door and looked back at Tang Shi.

child?guardian?Am I a child in Shige’s heart?

Tang Shi heard the sound and stood where she was thinking secretly in her heart.

"You don't need it, I can do it myself. You can do your work. Do you have no class tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow afternoon class. I'll get up early to see you off. I'm afraid you will see other people's children's parents crying!"

After Song Ci finished speaking, the corners of his mouth curled up into an inexplicable smile, and then he closed the door and went into the bathroom.

I met the male god in my childhood, and even lived under the same roof with him. Thinking of this, Tang Shi's thoughts are a little sweet.

Song Ci is not a person who likes to stay up late. After taking a hot bath, he went back to his room and prepared to sleep.

But I don't know if it was just out of curiosity, or something else. After going to bed, not long after, he took the initiative to go to the study to read Tang poetry.

"Brother? Why are you here? Do you want to use the study?"

When Tang Shi found out, Song Ci had already quietly walked to his side.

Although Song Ci is only 24 years old, he pays great attention to fitness on weekdays.

Song Ci in Huangfu Academy is not only synonymous with genius, but also synonymous with self-discipline.

He is quite proud of his strictness, even his father Song Minglang.

Therefore, when he approached Tang Shi and bent down to look at what Tang Shi wrote, under the half-opened dark blue pajamas, the white and muscular perfect figure really made Tang Shi flustered.

Tang Shi quickly shifted his eyes away from Song Ci's body, then looked up at him, and asked, "Brother, what are you looking at?"

In fact, after saying this, another feeling of Tang Shi is that looking at his face, he is more handsome and flustered...

Tang Shi simply lowered his head obediently and only read the book the whole time, not reading anything else.

"Look at your level!"

After Song Ci finished speaking, he opened another notebook of Tang poetry.

Then Song Ci turned the pages of the book seriously and said, "The handwriting is beautiful, but isn't this translation too petty?"

"Do you like reading poetry?"

Song Ci asked him.

"Well, I like it." Tang Shi said with her head down.

"Then try to translate more. The translation of these poems is not bad. Although many senior translations in our country have translated many classic translations, translation itself is a combination of learning and breakthrough. Translators in the new era You should not only pay tribute to the classics, but also have the courage to break through and innovate. You should constantly practice your own translation style.”

"Well, I see, thank you for your advice." Tang Shi heard Song Ci's comments on him, and he felt like his childhood dream had come true.

He has followed Song Ci as an example since he was a child, and he does not expect to surpass him, but just follows in his footsteps, so he is already very happy.

Tang Shi has always thought so...

But Song Ci suddenly felt a little strange, he didn't realize that he grabbed Tang Shi's chin with his big hand, turned his head slightly, and got closer to him.

The two faced each other, their eyes collided, and Tang Shi was so nervous that he even stopped breathing.

He blushed and stammered in response, "Brother, what are you doing?"

On the contrary, Song Ci behaved normally, and replied, "I saw you lowered your head all the time, I thought you were crying! It scared me to death!"

"I thought I didn't criticize you either!"

Song Ci heaved a sigh of relief seeing Tang Shi doing well.

As the Song family's parents said, their baby is an iceberg outside, but only those who bring it home know that there is an angel living in his heart.

It's just that Song Ci's unintentional move made Tang Shi blush.He knew it himself, his cheeks were burning hot, and his heart was so fast that it was about to jump out!

"I'm going back to sleep first, you should go to bed early after reading it, you have to report tomorrow, don't be late!"

After Song Ci finished speaking, he put down his book, then turned and left the study.

"call--"

Just as Song Ci left, Tang Shi was deeply relieved when he saw the door was closed tightly.

Seeing him squatting on the table, he muttered, "Anyone's heartbeat would be faster if you look like senior brother, don't blame me, really don't blame me..."