Su Kexin just remembered that she left at noon yesterday. She was too anxious because she originally fryed the rice, but the two bowls of fried rice were just forgotten at home and they didn’t move.
Want to come back, Gu Chi ate one of the bowls and put the other in the refrigerator after coming back last night.
Su Kexin suddenly felt even more embarrassed. He stood on tiptoe to reach Gu Chi’s hands. The fried rice was “Yesterday’s no one was at home, but today I’m making you fresh.”
Seeing Su Kexin desperately raising his hand, the anxious appearance was that Gu Chi’s thin lips were slightly pursed or his hands were still held high, but his head was slightly lowered slightly, which happened to be in front of Su Kexin, who was struggling to raise his head.
Seeing that he was suddenly close at hand, Jun Pang was shocked by Su Kexin. He staggered when his toes were unstable. Fortunately, Gu Chi’s eyes quickly embraced her with his hands, and his slender waist firmly supported her.
“Be careful.” Gu Chi said in a low voice, “You don’t need to prepare any more rice. I like you to make fried rice very much.”
Very ordinary, in a word, Gu Chi is low and sexy for some reason. The voice said that Su Kexin was uncontrollable and blushed slightly.
“If you want to eat fried rice…I’ll give you another fried rice.” She was afraid that Gu Chi would see herself, so nervously, she quickly lowered her head and said, “Eating leftovers is bad for your health.”
“Occasionally.” Gu Chi slowly released Su Kexin, putting the fried rice into the microwave oven, “I don’t want to waste your cooking, food.”
Su Kexin said, but Gu Chi had to watch him warm up the fried rice and then began to eat seriously.
Gu Chi’s food is very good, even if it is a simple dish, he eats fried rice. Slowly, it seems to be eating three Michelin stars, and the cuisine is average.
“That…” When Gu Chi was eating, it was Su Kexin who sat down opposite him, constantly wringing his hands, hesitating to pay back, and saying, “This time, my mother, you will pay for the surgery and medical expenses. It’s me. Today I asked the doctor about 60,000 yuan. I will find a way to pay you back.”
Gu Chi was originally serious. When he was eating, he heard Su Kexin talking about him, and his eyes suddenly became cold.
“Su Kexin.” He swallowed his mouth without rushing, and he said in a low voice, “Don’t you remember what you promised me yesterday.”
“Yesterday?” Su Kexin was taken aback for a moment before he realized, “You said I promised you that I would ask you for help if I had something?”
“Yes.” Gu Chi raised his eyes and looked straight at Su Kexin, “I thought we already had such a relationship between us.”
Gu Chi, with sharp eyes, there is a way to see through everything. It feels that Su Kexin is a little embarrassed. Don’t open your eyes, “I don’t want to live with you… I really don’t like to owe others.”
Su Kexin bit her lip stubbornly when she said this.
Yes, now, Gu Chi is indeed a friend to her, and she is indeed a friend, but she still has no way to endure what she owes others.
Seeing that Su Kexin’s eyes were somewhat stronger, the light was that Gu late came to his mouth, and finally swallowed the words.
“If you want to repay me.” His gaze was incomparably homely. On the fried rice, Gu Chi suddenly changed his mind and said, “You don’t need to pay back the money. You know it’s because I don’t lack the money, but it’s different. You can pay me back. .”
“What is it?” Su Kexin immediately looked at Gu Chi because she really couldn’t think of Gu Chi like this. There is no shortage of people. What can she give him?
“Food.” Gu Chi replied briefly, “If you want to repay me, you can cook for me by yourself.”
Su Kexin’s round eyes couldn’t believe him, ears.
“That’s it?” She said incredulously, “but I do, the food is not delicious.”
She thinks she makes it by herself, and the things are at best “not unpalatable”. Compared with Wang Ma, the craftsmanship is simply the difference between a hotel chef and a roadside stall.
But Gu Chi said that he wanted to eat her cooking.
“What?” Gu Chi raised his eyebrows slightly, “You don’t want to?”
“Of course not.” Su Kexin said hurriedly, “Only… 60,000 yuan, how many meals do you want me to make for you?”
“How many meals do you think is more appropriate?” Gu Chi asked back.
Su Kexin was asked now.