Cultivation Shura Field

Song Xingye: "They all have to work and work overtime. My mom topped up a lot of money at a small restaurant downstairs, saying there was a discount, enough for me to eat for a long time."

Xu Zhe: "That's not bad. But it's a pity that you can't go out tonight. What time will your parents be back?"

Song Xingye thought about it and shook his head slightly: "Very late. My mom will be back in three or four hours, and so will my dad. He works in the computer city, so he has to wait until all the stores are closed, and then he has to count the inventory and so on..."

Xu Zhe sighed: "No choice, I'll make it for you. What do you want to eat?"

Song Xingye lowered her head slightly to prevent him from seeing the smile she couldn't suppress.

The girl thought for a while and said, "I don't know what's in the refrigerator..."

"Then let me see."

Xu Zhe stood up and walked to the refrigerator, opened the fresh food layer, and took a quick look. He only saw some basic onions, ginger, garlic, half a box of eggs, and a bunch of Chinese cabbage. Other than that, there seemed to be nothing.

After closing the refrigerator, he searched other cabinets and only found rice and noodles.

So Xu Zhe asked loudly: "Is stir-fried noodles okay?"

Song Xingye said without hesitation: "It's all right, whatever you do is fine!"

Xu Zhe: "You really have confidence in me."

“Hehehe…” the girl smiled happily, “Every time you cooked in the past, it was delicious, so you must be confident. Come on, come on, I get hungry as soon as you say you want to cook!”

"alright."

Xu Zhe took out the few remaining ingredients in the refrigerator and started washing and cutting vegetables.

Song Xingye stayed on the sofa, unable to see the busy figure of the young man in the kitchen through the wall. She wanted to get up to see, but before her feet touched her slippers, she put them back.

"I just applied the ice for so long and finally felt a little better. I can't let his efforts go to waste..."

Muttering this to herself, she lay back down in her original position.

Listening to the noise in the kitchen, the girl picked up her phone and started texting her best friend.

When Xu Zhe helped her warm her feet just now, Song Xingye decided that she would never tell anyone about it in her life. But she could share the fact that Xu Zhe cooked for her with her bestie.

Of course, if she strictly followed reason, she knew that it would be best not to tell Tang Lingfei about Xu Zhe's cooking. But the joy in her heart was about to overflow today, how could the girl hold back and not say anything?

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Tang Lingfei took a bite of the twice-cooked pork made by her father, then tasted a piece of vegetables stir-fried by her mother, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

The couple looked at each other.

Tang's mother said angrily and amusedly, "What's wrong? Are you starting to dislike the food your parents cooked?"

Tang Lingfei moved her chopsticks weakly, but only picked up a few grains of rice.

She said: "I just envy Xiao Ye Zi. She will definitely be able to eat the dinner made by Xu Zhe. Alas, you insist that I go home for dinner, but..."

But is this the meal I eat when I get home?

Tang Wanghai was a little confused: "Why can she eat the food Xu Zhe cooked?"

Tang Lingfei: "We chatted via text messages. She said her parents both had to work overtime and were too busy to take care of her dinner. This time she sprained her ankle and couldn't go out to eat, so she could only ask Xu Zhe to cook for her."

Tang's mother didn't think of 'a man and a woman alone in the same room', but was a little angry: "Do you know that a son will never dislike his mother's ugliness? Oh, you don't want to go home because you think your parents' cooking is not delicious?"

The girl shrank her neck and said, "It's said that a son will never dislike his mother's ugliness. I'm not a son."

Tang's mother: "Are you arguing with me again?"

Tang Lingfei: "That's how it is, and no one is allowed to say it..."

Tang Wanghai suddenly asked, "By the way, since Song Xingye sprained his foot, can I still help you with your studies during this winter vacation?"

The girl was stunned: "Yes!"

Tang Wanghai: "How about you take your study materials and go to her house with Xu Zhe?"

Tang Lingfei smiled happily: "That's great, Dad, you're so smart!"

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What Xu Zhe cooked tonight was still delicious. No, it should be said that it was beyond the girl's expectations...

"Why does it smell so good!" Song Xingye couldn't help but say this after taking two bites of noodles.

Xu Zhe: "Because stir-fried noodles are what I am best at. If I limit the conditions to a very limited budget and use the minimum ingredients to make dinner for one person, I am confident that I can do better than my father."

Hearing him say this, Song Xingye was a little puzzled: "But your parents can cook, they are usually at home, and they are not poor. Why do you have to set such a condition?"

Xu Zhe: "To create some challenges in life."

The girl was still busy eating noodles and did not notice that when he said this, there was a kind of vicissitudes in the boy's eyes that was inconsistent with his age.

Xu Zhe eats slower.

He ate too much of this stir-fried noodles when he was alone in his previous life.

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130. Chapter 130 129 The smell that won’t go away

130.

2023-09-09

When Li Caixia returned home, her husband had not yet returned from his night shift and Song Xingye was the only one at home.

The girl was lying on the sofa reading a book.

Li Caixia put her bag on the coffee table and asked casually, "Have you had dinner?"

Song Xingye hummed softly.

Li Caixia didn't care at first, but suddenly, she smelled a fragrance.

"What's that smell? Why is it so..."

Li Caixia cast a puzzled look at her daughter.

Song Xingye looked up at her and explained, "Because Xu Zhe cooked a meal at our house. But he said that our range hood seemed to be broken, so the smell couldn't be dissipated."

"Xu Zhe?" Li Caixia was stunned. "Did he cook the dinner you had?"

Song Xingye: "Yes, what he cooked is delicious."

Li Caixia: "There's nothing in our refrigerator. What can we do?"

Song Xingye smiled and said, "He made stir-fried noodles. It's very simple. Besides noodles, there are eggs, cabbage, onions, garlic and so on... But it's very delicious. It's the best noodles I've ever eaten in my life!"

Li Caixia couldn't help but frowned slightly: "How old are you? What are you talking about in this life?"

The girl snorted and said, "I'm just telling the truth."

Li Caixia felt that her focus was a little off. After thinking about it for a while, she realized where the key problem lay.

She asked, "Why did Xu Zhe come to our house?"

Song Xingye said in a straightforward tone: "Not only Xu Zhe, but also Feifei. I went skiing with them and accidentally twisted my ankle, so they sent me back."

"You sprained it?"

Li Caixia looked carefully at her daughter's feet, but couldn't tell which one was injured.

Song Xingye: "Because I've been applying ice for a while, the swelling has gone down. I just need to rest at home for a few more days."

Li Caixia: "How are you going to live these days? Your father and I are not at home, and it is inconvenient for you to go out. Do you have to let Xu Zhe cook for you?"

Song Xingye lowered his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, but he couldn't help but smile.

Li Caixia reminded: "It's better to have Feifei with you. Do you think it's appropriate for Xu Zhe to come to our house alone? And even if we don't talk about whether it's appropriate for a boy to come to our house, do you have the nerve to let Xu Zhe come over to cook for you every day?"

Song Xingye raised her little face, and the smirk on her face had disappeared.

The girl said calmly, "Fei Fei just told me that she and Xu Zhe are coming to our house. Since we have tutoring during the winter vacation anyway, the tutoring location will be changed from Fei Fei's house to here. So my meal problem is also easy to solve. I can ask Fei Fei to pack some for me, or Xu Zhe can make it."

Li Caixia pondered for a few seconds, and hesitated to speak. She wanted to ask her daughter, was this plan planned in advance? Did you get hurt on purpose? Or, although the injury was an accident, did you immediately think of how to take advantage of it?

Just then, the door opened again.

Song Huaifeng finally returned from get off work.

Li Caixia pulled her husband into the bedroom and shared what she had just heard from her daughter.

Finally, she concluded: "I really think our daughter has matured a bit. I think her thoughts about Xu Zhe are not pure."

Song Huaifeng was a little surprised: "Did you just notice it?"

"You've seen it a long time ago?" Li Caixia was a little annoyed. "Why didn't you do anything? Just watch and do nothing?"

Song Huaifeng: "What can we do? My daughter won't admit it directly. She has a good excuse for everything. What else can we do? Tell Xu Zhe to stay away from our house? Do you have the nerve to tell him that?"

Li Caixia: “…”

At this time, Song Huaifeng also smelled the diffuse fragrance and couldn't help asking, "Is this the smell of Xu Zhe's cooking? What is he cooking? Why is it so fragrant?"

Li Caixia said unhappily: "Go ask your daughter."

So Song Huaifeng really went. He walked to his daughter and asked, "What did Xu Zhe make for you?"

Song Xingye: "Stir-fried noodles."

Song Huaifeng: "Stir-fry?"

Song Xingye: "He said that putting onions, ginger, garlic, chili peppers or other spices in hot oil at the right temperature to bring out the aroma is called stir-frying. He used onions and garlic tonight, but I don't know the specific method. He said it doesn't seem difficult."

Song Huaifeng shook his head slightly: "Those who know how to do it, of course, don't find it difficult."

Li Caixia also came over: "If this is how to stir-fry a wok, then everyone cooks like this, using onions, ginger and garlic to stir-fry until fragrant."

Song Xingye complained quietly: "But yours is not as delicious as his."

Li Caixia: "You..."

Song Huaifeng interrupted the mother and daughter's argument and said, "Xu Zhe is indeed amazing, but Xingye, there is one thing I need to explain to you clearly."

Seeing her father's serious tone and expression, the girl had to be serious: "What do you want to say?"

Song Huaifeng: "I know he has helped our family a lot. But if you want to repay him, that's something I need to consider, not your business."

Song Xingye blinked, not fully understanding what his father meant for a moment.

The man continued, "Ask other parents, few of them support their children's early love. But I know you are different from other children. You are smart and sensible, so you know what to do."

Song Xingye stared at his father and realized that what he said just now was definitely not support. If it was opposition, he did not show the authority of a parent. It was more like a reminder.

It's like writing to stockholders: "The stock market is risky, so be cautious when investing." I know you won't do what I say, but I still have to say it.

So the girl said seriously: "I know exactly what I am doing. I will study hard, get into a good high school, and then get into a good university in the future. A student's duty is to study, and I will not forget this."

Song Huaifeng sighed, not knowing whether he was relieved or helpless, and responded with a complicated expression: "That's good."

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For Xu Zhe, everything that happened today was a bit unexpected.

From the official notice from Pingguo received in the morning, to going to the ski resort later, to cooking for Song Xingye in the evening...all were unexpected events.

After saying goodbye to Song Xingye, on the way back to his home, Xu Zhe gathered his thoughts and began to consider another problem.

The game has been completed and launched, and the next step is to wait for sales results to see how much money can be made. So, what should I do next? Should I start preparing for the next game immediately? Or should I relax for a while?

Thinking of this, Xu Zhe got out of the car and walked into the community, and then he saw Tang Lingfei sitting alone on the swing, swinging slowly.

He walked over and asked, "Aren't you cold here?"

Tang Lingfei looked up and saw him, and she couldn't help but smile: "It's not cold."

Xu Zhe: "So what are you doing here?"

"I'm thinking about a question," the girl's smile faded, "My grades at the end of the semester were pretty good, ranking eighth in the class. The teacher and my parents seemed quite satisfied..."

Xu Zhe: "But you are not satisfied?"

Tang Lingfei: "I'm ranked 8th in our class, so I can't get into the provincial capital's experimental middle school, right?"

Xu Zhe thought about it and said, "That's true. Eighth in the class is not enough, but eighth in the grade is probably fine."

Tang Lingfei stared at him and said, "But I want to go to high school with you and Xiaoye. What should I do?"