A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

“You don’t understand, my mom makes me eat nutritious meals every day, which are similar to what I eat in the morning.” Qiao Yingzi ate too fast and looked up at Su Chen. “This morning was a little better. The Chinese medicine was prepared separately. Usually, the Chinese medicine is boiled directly into the soup.”

"That smell, wow!~"

Just thinking about it made Qiao Yingzi feel disgusted; it was too repulsive.

"Pfft!~" Su Chen chuckled: "Judging from your appearance, it seems that anyone who wants to marry you in the future can just bring over a serving of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall."

"Tch, dream on."

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014: Flattery will never get you anywhere.

Qiao Yingzi took the opportunity to look at Su Chen: "At least don't order a few more kebabs and a spicy hot pot meal."

"Wow! You've eaten quite a lot." Su Chen looked at her in surprise.

"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is for my mom to see; I only eat barbecue skewers and hot pot," Qiao Yingzi casually said.

Compared to these proper meals.

She preferred to eat street food.

As the saying goes, "What you can't have always seems more desirable," which is probably what this means.

The two then exchanged a few more words, and Qiao Yingzi felt more and more that Su Chen was an angel sent down from heaven to save her.

so amazing.

If this angel could get her mother to agree to let her go to Nanjing University, that would be even better.

Not long after Su Chen left with his things, Song Qian returned from outside.

The room smelled wonderful.

"It smells so good. What did Su Chen send over today?"

Song Qian changed her shoes and walked gracefully to Qiao Yingzi's side, looking at the things on the table.

"Carrots, cucumbers, mushrooms, and meat—it's a very balanced diet. It seems like it would be nice to have Yingzi eat with him all the time," Song Qian thought, pictureing the sunny and handsome boy.

A warm feeling filled my heart, and a charming smile appeared on my face.

"Mom, Su Chen made a lot more. He said if you come back, you can eat at his place."

"tasty."

Qiao Yingzi made frantic suggestive remarks to Song Qian, which earned her a glare from Song Qian.

I put in so much effort to make nutritious meals for myself every day, but it's not as good as two pots of rice delivered by a guy I've only known for two days.

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, and reached out to tap her forehead.

"You better not let a meal distract you in the future."

"No way!"

Qiao Yingzi thought to herself, "At least there should be barbecue and hot pot."

Su Chen returned home and started cooking her own meal.

Cooking skill +1. (7/250)

Doing housework +1. (22/500)

Seeing these two prompts every time I cook at home makes me feel very comfortable.

I eat relatively simple food.

It consists of a serving of braised pork, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and a serving of rice.

It's simple, yet it contains all the nutrients a meal needs.

In my previous life, I became very fat because I didn't pay attention to my diet. In this life, in addition to morning exercise, I must also pay attention to my diet.

The saying "three parts practice, seven parts diet" is no joke.

Otherwise, how did he acquire that muscular physique before he had the system?

Just as Su Chen sat down to eat, there was a knock at the door.

Open the door and take a look.

It turned out to be Song Qian.

Today, Song Qian is wearing a business suit and black trousers.

It's relatively lenient.

It looks quite refreshing.

"Sister Song, you're back!" Su Chen called out with a smile.

Of course, Song Qian should call her "sister".

No girl is indifferent to her age.

really.

Hearing Su Chen call her that, Song Qian felt a sweet warmth in her heart, but she still said with a straight face, "Don't call me that, we're from different generations."

"Sister Song, if you and Yingzi go out together, people will definitely think you two are sisters if you don't say so."

Wear it a thousand times, but flattery never wears it.

Su Chen swore that he had never been so sweet-talking to his superiors at the company.

Indeed, whether someone can speak well or not really depends on the person.

Su Chen's words made Song Qian's beautiful eyes flicker, but she had no idea what kind of charm her professional attire combined with her eye roll had.

Su Chen naturally wouldn't say it.

Song Qian glanced around the room.

It's still so cozy and clean.

"There should be cleaning every day, so it seems that the performance that morning wasn't just for me," Song Qian thought to herself.

Naturally, Song Qian changed into Su Chen's slippers.

I felt much more relaxed; it felt like I was back home.

Because the two restaurants had the same decor, Song Qian didn't need Su Chen to lead the way and went straight to the restaurant.

Sit down and wait for your meal.

Looking at her now, Su Chen inexplicably thought of Qiao Yingzi from just now.

"They really are mother and daughter; they even look so alike when they're waiting to eat." Su Chen chuckled and went to help heat up the food.

Not a moment later.

The fragrant braised rice was then served to Song Qian.

"Thank you." Song Qian smiled happily.

After Yingzi came along, she was always the one taking care of others, and very few people took care of her. So, this sudden turn of events was quite unexpected.

It felt strangely comfortable.

"You're quite good at taking care of people," Song Qian said softly, scooping up a spoonful of rice and eating it.

The already flavorful rice became even more flavorful after Su Chen steamed it a second time.

It tastes even better now.

“Delicious!~”

These two words came out of her mouth, and Song Qian now understood why Yingzi praised this pot of rice so much—it was simple, easy to learn, and delicious.

"Thank you for the compliment." Su Chen took a bite of his food and said with a faint smile, "It's not really taking care of someone, it's just that we're all neighbors, and a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative. We visit each other more often when we have nothing to do, and help each other out when we need something."

"Yes, a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative," Song Qian sighed.

If it weren't for that accident, these neighbors probably wouldn't have met before the start of the school year.

It's ridiculous to say that.

Song Qian's relationship with everyone in this building is still at a nodding level; if something really happens in the future, she probably won't be able to help anyone.

A lie was told in my heart at that moment.

"Su Chen, give me your phone number." Song Qian thought to herself, Su Chen was her neighbor, and he seemed quite reliable.

She is caring, attentive, and can cook.

And it's strong too.

In what way is this not better than that dead man?

You can contact him directly if you need anything in the future!