hen Yi'an glanced casually, the screen was full of work data she couldn't understand. It could be seen that Song Lin was really busy.Then how is he still hereOriginally, she also wanted Song Lin to he...Moreover, his company is located in the city center, and a casual meal can cost fifty to sixty dollars. A month's worth of eating out would cost a significant amount of money.

Mindful of not wasting food, Shen Yian put the remaining dishes into the blue lunch box.

She also felt that the amount of vegetables was a bit small, so she quickly evened out the vegetable portions in the two lunch boxes. Song Lin is a man, it's perfectly fine for him to eat a little more.

By the way, Song Lin doesn't seem to like greasy food, and stir-fried beef with green peppers is pretty oily, but she loves it. She should eat more.

Shen Yian picked up a little more beef strips and put them into his lunchbox.

It's him who doesn't like to eat, it's not that she is stingy.

Who calls him so picky

She was picking at the beef strands when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She hastily covered the lunchbox and put it back in her bag.

What is she ashamed of

After she was ready, she carried out two bowls of millet porridge from the kitchen.

"Good morning, Mr. Song,"

"Good morning."

Song Lin slowly sat down, his expression still calm, but his face was pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at it. Shen Yian couldn't help but take a few more glances.

But she was afraid of encountering the same hot situation as last night, so she quickly lowered her head and handed a bowl of millet porridge to Song Lin.

"Have breakfast. The pan-fried wontons are not greasy and won't feel heavy."

"Well, thank you."

No need to say more, Song Lin's politeness made Shen Yi'an feel very comfortable. At least his efforts were recognized.

Song Lin slowly tasted a mouthful of porridge. It was very fragrant, just the right consistency, and felt very comforting as soon as it entered his stomach.

He tasted another pan-fried wonton. The skin was crispy, and the meat filling inside was overflowing with broth.

It's way better than those crappy loose dumplings.

Although it was just an ordinary Chinese breakfast, for someone who had eaten too much coffee bread abroad, he had to admit that Shen Yinan's cooking skills were impeccable.

Song Lin couldn't help but glance at Shen Yi'an. He was still dressed in his usual old-fashioned manner, but his unpowdered face was flushed and rosy, making the freckles on his nose appear more prominent, yet somehow playful.

"Are you hot"

"Huh" Shen Yian felt a little guilty and stammered, "The kitchen is hot because of cooking."

"Hmm."

Song Lin looked towards the kitchen. He wasn't cooking, so he had no idea how hot it was in there.

Shen Yian put down his chopsticks under his gaze: "I'm full, I'm going to work."

Song Lin nodded faintly: "Well, leave the bowl there. I'll wash it later."

Okay.

Shen Yian got up and went into the kitchen to take out two lunch boxes.

"Your lunch is pretty expensive, isn't it I brought my own bento. You... If you don't like it, just buy something else."

Putting down the blue bag, she turned and walked to the entranceway to change her shoes.

Before putting on her high heels, she carefully wiped the shoe surface with a shoe polish cloth, showing extra care.

Song Lin was just about to say thank you, but seeing her love for the old shoes so much, he remembered what Shen Yi'an's colleague had said.

These high heels were given to Shen Yian by her ex-boyfriend, and she wore them for a whole three years.

Among the women Song Lin knew, there was no such thing as wearing a pair of shoes for three years, especially when they were already somewhat worn out.

It can be seen how much Shen Yian cares for Cheng.

If you love him so much, why marry him For money

Shen Yian changed his shoes and politely said, "Mr. Song, goodbye."

Song Lin's face was slightly cold. He nodded without speaking.

Shen Yian was puzzled, wasn't it still good just now

Okay, he's just like that. Cool and aloof, strange sometimes.

She didn't ask any further questions, rushed out the door, afraid of missing the subway.

Song Lin heard the sound of the door closing, and his appetite vanished. He rolled up his sleeves and carried the bowl and dishes into the kitchen, where a sudden burst of smoke greeted him.

Even with the windows open, I could still feel the stifling heat.

He frowned and placed the dishes in his hands into the sink, beginning to wash them.

When he was about to wipe the table, he found that Shen Yian had already cleaned it up. He only asked him to wash a bowl.

He listened to the sound of water, and for a moment couldn't fathom Shen Yian's thoughts.ingers to her earlobe.Song Lin walked to the table and glanced at the bowl of xiaolongbao in front of him. The broth was clear, the little dumplings were plump, and the shrimp and seaweed floating on...