My Lift As A Top Star In A Book

After hearing this, Song Zhan thought for a while and suggested, "Why don't you just eat at home."

"Well...then I'll borrow Song Yingdi's kitchen and cook a meal to express my gratitude!" Qin Nuan stood up from the sofa, and emphasized with Shen Bai: "Doctor Shen, I'm very good at cooking. Yes, it can be said to be on par with restaurants.”

Shen Bai smiled and said: "Then I am really lucky today!"

Delicious food?

Song Zhan raised his eyebrows calmly, and pressed Qin Nuan back on the sofa, "The visitor is a guest, I will cook."

After finishing speaking, he unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his well-proportioned and strong arms.

Shen Bai immediately yelled: "What kind of luck am I today? I am so lucky. For the first time in my life, I can taste Master Zhan's craftsmanship."

He Wen touched the old tears, and said: "This is the first time in my life!"

Li Jing was even more exaggerated, hugging the pillow on the sofa, screaming uncontrollably: "Ah!!! I can actually eat the food cooked by my idol, this life is worth it!"

Qin Nuan sat on the sofa dully, twitching the corners of her mouth.

Everyone is so excited to cook for Mao Songzhan himself?

Her craftsmanship is not inferior to Song Zhan's at all!

snort!

Half an hour later, Song Zhan brought four dishes and one soup to the table. The color was bright and the fragrance wafted away.

Shen Bai, Li Jing, and He Wen were full of praise.

Sitting at the dining table, Qin Nuan saw her favorite dishes in front of her, and suddenly felt a strong sense of familiarity, because these dishes were very similar to her own recipes.

Qin Nuan secretly gave Song Zhan a sideways glance.

Did he steal her teacher while watching variety shows?

Excessive!

Holding the bowl, Shen Bai picked up a dish with chopsticks first. After stuffing it into his mouth, his eyes lit up instantly, and he puffed up his mouth and praised: "My God! This is too delicious!"

For the rest of the people, He Wen and Li Jing could only scream in amazement after tasting the dishes. Compared with them, Tan Xue seemed calm, her eyes lit up when she ate the dishes, and she asked Sentence: "Song Yingdi is so good at cooking, who knows where to learn from?"

After Song Zhan heard this, he looked at Qin Nuan who was seriously eating food with his head down, and replied with a smile: "I was living on the street thirteen years ago, and was picked up by a big sister, she taught me."

"Floating... on the streets?"

He Wen and Shen Bai raised their heads at the same time, with black question marks all over their faces.

Master Zhan, that's not how you flirt with girls?

Thirteen years ago, you were in a car accident and fell into a coma for three months. After waking up, you developed a high fever. When did you end up living on the streets?

If you want to win the sympathy of the girl, why don't you talk about your being kidnapped when you were a child?

The reality of this tragedy is relatively higher.

After listening to Song Zhan's words, Qin Nuan put down her chopsticks and watched him blurt out: "So, we are really connected by fate. You lived on the street thirteen years ago, and I was robbing food on the street thirteen years ago."

Now, it was the turn of Tan Xue and Li Jing to look confused.

Isn't Qin Nuan the daughter of the Qin Group? How could he be down and out to grab food on the street?

What the hell are these two talking about?

How could they not understand at all?

After Song Zhan heard what Qin Nuan said, he was also shocked, and the spoon in his hand fell into the porcelain bowl, making a crisp sound.

The clear sound brought Qin Nuan back to his senses, and he immediately realized that he had slipped his tongue.

Fearing that the people around him would see the clue, Qin Nuan embarrassedly buttoned the hem of his clothes with his fingers, and lied, "I want to comfort Brother Zhan, so I made a joke to ease the atmosphere."

"So that's the case!" The others said in unison, "We almost believed it."

Song Zhan lowered his eyes and looked under the table. Qin Nuan's little hands were restlessly buttoning the hem of his clothes, which was a habit of lying every time.

He suppressed the overwhelming emotions in his eyes.

He was wrong.

His thirteen years ago may not necessarily be her thirteen years ago.

He didn't even know about her thirteen years ago.

[To be honest, I really want to add more, explode more or something. But the heart is the heart of the donkey in the production team, but the brain and surgery can't keep up with the donkey! o(╥﹏╥)o! ! ! 】