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Chapter 158 Impressions
"Qingqing, I haven't seen you for two months, do you miss me?" Li Luo said with a deep-skinned face.

In fact, he went to Yu Province before, but because he didn't want to disturb her, he didn't tell anyone. He took a look at her from a distance and was very satisfied.

Now her drama is almost finished, so I can see her a lot more time.

Song Qingqing looked at him in astonishment, and said lightly, "No, why do you miss you?"

She didn't show him any affection at all.

Although I didn't miss him, I usually felt that something was missing, and I gradually got used to it a lot.

"Okay then." Li Luo paused for a moment, not at all unhappy, anyway, the relationship between the two is still at the stage of friends.

If she said she missed him, he would feel incredible.

"Today is your 21st birthday, I wish you a happy birthday." Li Luoshen curled his lips, picked up the red wine on the table, and waited for Song Qingqing to raise his glass.

It's not easy to keep Li Luoshen waiting, Song Qingqing raised his wine glass to touch Li Luoshen, and took a sip.

The red wine is full-bodied and full-bodied, slightly bitter on the tip of the tongue, with a hint of sweetness.

"Eat the steak, I made it myself."

Song Qingqing listened carefully to what Li Luoshen said.

But I was a little surprised to hear him say that it was done by himself.

After all, in her impression, he was someone who only knew how to eat and drink.

Now it's time to go to the kitchen.

Pick up the knife and fork, raise and lower the knife, and cut into small pieces along the texture of the steak.

In the mouth, the taste is still good.

It’s just that it’s been left for a while, and it’s a little hard to chew, but overall it’s still OK.

"How is it? This is my first time frying steak. If you have any comments, you can put them forward and I will correct them." Li Luo looked at Song Qingqing expectantly, full of tenderness.

In the two months she was away, except for work and business trips, the rest of the time was spent studying cooking.

I specially learned a little skill from a chef.

In the past, he thought these things were not important. If two people can't cook together, it's a big deal to go to a restaurant outside.

But when he saw Song Qing cleaning his hands making soup, it touched his heart.

He felt that when two people were together, they could cook for each other, so he gave each other a little dependence.

Knowing that Song Qingqing likes to cook home-cooked dishes, he specially learned western food and desserts.

It can't be said to be very good, but it is decent.

"It's just that it's been left for a long time, and it's a bit hard to chew." Song Qingqing was not stingy with his opinion.

"Next time, I'll try to let you eat as soon as it's ready. I didn't manage the timing well this time. It's because of my negligence." Hearing this, Li Luoshen also heaved a sigh of relief.

In fact, Song Qingqing was just pretending to be strong, not wanting others to touch her heart.

Although he didn't know why, he still felt sorry for her.

She is willing to give her time to slowly digest these bad factors by herself.

Song Qingqing was very comfortable eating the steak and looking at the scenery.

After eating half of the steak, Song Qingqing couldn't eat any more.

Putting down the knife and fork, he began to fiddle with the objects on the table.

At this moment, Li Luoshen got up and took out a cake from under the dining table.

It is a fondant cake in the shape of braised pork.

The color is very similar to braised pork, if you don't look carefully, you really can't tell the difference.

"What is this?" Song Qingqing got up from his seat and saw such a strange thing for the first time.

"Birthday cake. I know you like braised pork, so I specially made fondant cake. I don't know if this is a surprise." Li Luo looked at Song Qingqing fondly.

Looking forward to her reaction.

Song Qingqing walked up to Li Luoshen with a look of disbelief.

"Is this really a cake? Why does it look like a piece of braised pork?" Song Qingqing was still a little unwilling to believe the thing in front of him.

Lifelike, incredible.

(End of this chapter)