Seeing that Song Xixi was stunned and didn't respond, Sheng Yanyi repeated again: "Come here and eat noodles."

Song Xixi put down the brush in her hand, walked towards Sheng Yanyi, and asked curiously: "Did you do this yourself?"

"Yeah." Sheng Yanyi looked dull, "It doesn't taste very good, so you can make do with it."

"Thank you!" Song Xixi looked surprised. She never expected that Sheng Yanyi would cook in person.

A kid like him from a rich family who has nothing but clothes to put out his hands and food to open his mouth, can't keep his fingers dry.

Even though she is a woman who is proficient in playing piano, chess, and writing, she is not good at frying, steaming, and frying.

Everyone said that she was extremely smart and learned new things very quickly, but she didn't have any talent in cooking.

Well, God cannot be too partial to one person. In the words of the Holy One, Xi'er, you have to find a way to survive for another woman.

Song Xixi lowered her head and tasted the noodles, but she didn't expect that the clear soup noodles tasted pretty good. She didn't know if it was because she was too hungry, so she had this illusion.

Sheng Yanyi probably also thought the noodles were too plain, so he fried two poached eggs for her.

Song Xixi raised her eyes and saw Sheng Yanyi sitting across from her, staring at her, "Are you hungry? I'll give you half. This bowl of noodles is too much, I can't finish it."

"I'm not hungry, you can eat." Sheng Yanyi refused.

"Mr. Sheng, is there something on my face? Why do you keep looking at me?" Song Xixi subconsciously touched her face. Could it be that she accidentally got ink on her face?

Sheng Yanyi looked away, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his eyes, but his expression remained calm, "Let's eat noodles."

Halfway through eating the noodles, Song Xixi felt full. Just as she was about to put down her chopsticks, Sheng Yanyi's voice came faintly to her ears, "It's shameful to waste food."

It was really unreasonable to think that he would cook a bowl of noodles for her in the middle of the night and throw it away in front of him. So, Song Xixi continued to eat the noodles in silence.

After eating a bowl of noodles, Song Xixi was so full that she had to hold back to avoid losing her composure and burping.

Seeing her finishing the noodles, Sheng Yanyi slowly stood up and said, "It's getting late, so you should rest early."

"Okay, Mr. Sheng, walk slowly!"

Sheng Yanyi looked back at her and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Are you so anxious to drive me away?"

"Otherwise?" Song Xixi said.

If we don't issue an expulsion order, how can we let him stay overnight?

Having said that, if others saw Sheng Yanyi walking out of her room and jumping into the Yellow River at this point, they would not be able to clean themselves up.

Although she is said to be an upright gentleman and is not afraid of being distorted by her shadow, she still cannot stand a villain chewing his tongue.

Sheng Yanyi stared at her for a few seconds without saying a word, then turned and left.

Song Xixi suddenly remembered something and called him hastily, "Mr. Sheng, please stay!"

Sheng Yanyi turned around again and saw that she was holding a bowl in her hand. She slightly raised her lips and smiled, "You want me to wash the bowl, right?"

"If Mr. Sheng is willing to be a good person and do it to the end, I will naturally be happy..." Facing Sheng Yanyi's unfriendly gaze, Song Xixi immediately stopped her smile and said, "You're kidding! Don't take it seriously!"

Song Xixi pointed to the unfinished silk painting, "I actually want to ask you if you know the framer?"

It is more difficult to mount silk paintings than Chinese paintings. If the technique is not up to standard, it is easy to wrinkle and affect the overall beauty.

Sheng Yanyi shook his head, "I don't know him."

His answer was as expected by Song Xixi. Song Xixi actually mentioned it casually, "Okay then, let me ask someone else."

Sheng Yanyi opened the door and entered the room, then picked up her cell phone and made a call.

Over there, Ji Xu was drowsily asleep when he was suddenly woken up by the sound of an incoming phone call. When he saw the word "Mr. Sheng" flashing on the phone screen, his sleepiness immediately dissipated a lot.

Sheng Yanyi rarely called late at night, except for big events like the collapse of the dead house. Ji Xu suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart and asked nervously: "Mr. Sheng, what happened when you called me so late?"

Is it done?"

"Tomorrow morning, help me find out where there is a silk painting framer?"

"Silk painting? Mounting master?" Ji Xu was stunned. He called him in the middle of the night for the first time just to... find a mounting master?

"Yeah." Sheng Yanyi said, "Hurry up and check it out tomorrow morning."

Before Ji continued to speak, Sheng Yanyi had already hung up the phone.

Ji Xu stared at the still-lit screen, his eyes blank, and his brows twisted into the character "Chuan".

It's Mr. Sheng's birthday in two days. Could it be that Sheng always wanted to give him a calligraphy and painting?

No, isn't Mr. Sheng ready for Mr. Sheng's birthday gift already?

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Song Xixi's "Song and Crane New Year" was not completed until the sky turned white. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, her arms and waist ached badly, she put the silk painting in a ventilated place to dry, and then climbed into bed to touch up.

Sleep.

Song Xixi didn't dare to sleep in, so she set the alarm clock before going to bed. Time was tight, and she had to find a framer tomorrow morning.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock did not ring, and Song Xixi was awakened by a knock on the door. She climbed out of bed like a wandering spirit and went to open the door.

Song Xixi opened the door, faced Aunt Zhang's smiling face, and yawned lazily, "Good morning, Aunt Zhang!"

Ever since Song Xixi moved into the Sheng family, Aunt Zhang has been responsible for her daily life and food.

"Miss Song, breakfast is ready." Aunt Zhang's eyes are not big, and when she smiles, they almost narrow into a straight line. "You didn't have dinner last night, I'm afraid you're starving."

Song Xixi nodded, "Okay, I'll take a shower and change clothes first."

Aunt Zhang glanced into the room and said, "Miss Song, let me clean up the room for you."

"Okay." She was so busy that it was almost dawn. Song Xixi was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes. There was no time to clean up. Now the room was in a mess.

Due to lack of sleep, Song Xixi always closed her eyes when washing.

Fortunately, her skin is very good, and her skin is as smooth as cream, with a hint of pink in her white skin.

It's good to be young. Even if you are bare-faced, you won't be exposed to the public. It saves time on makeup.

Song Xixi changed her clothes and took the dried silk paintings with her out.

At midnight last night, she sent a message to Xu Li asking where there was a framer. Xu Li replied to her this morning saying that there was a framer shop on the old street in the south of the city.

However, it is machine mounted.

Of course, machine framing cannot be compared with manual framing, but in this era, there are very few masters who can frame by hand. There is no other way, so Song Xixi had no choice but to try her luck.

Song Xixi went downstairs and saw Sheng Yanyi reading the newspaper and having breakfast.

Aunt Zhang came up to her with a smile on her face. Seeing that she was carrying a bag, she asked, "Miss Song, are you going out?"

Song Xixi smiled and nodded, "Yes, I have to go out for something."

"Miss Song, please go out after breakfast. I cooked white fungus and lotus seed porridge today."

"No." Song Xixi didn't sleep well and had no appetite, so she declined politely: "Aunt Zhang, I'm in a hurry."

"Skipping breakfast is not good for your health. No matter how urgent the matter is, there is no need to miss these few minutes." Aunt Zhang muttered: "Miss Song, you have just been discharged from the hospital and your body has not recovered yet. You need to replenish your body."

That’s all.”

Knowing that Aunt Zhang was concerned about her health, Song Xixi put her arm around her shoulders and said, "Aunt Zhang, don't worry, my health is fine..."

Before she could finish her words, Sheng Yanyi interrupted her coldly, "Come here and have breakfast!"

It was a commanding tone, and no one could refuse.

Sheng Yanyi put down the newspaper in his hand, glanced at the empty seat directly opposite him, and said again: "Come here!"

Song Xixi couldn't help but refute him in front of Aunt Zhang, so she had no choice but to sit down obediently.

Seeing Sheng Yanyi picking up a spoon to serve porridge, Aunt Zhang hurriedly said: "Master Yi, let me do it."

Sheng Yanyi refused and said, "Aunt Zhang, go and do other things."

Aunt Zhang glanced at Sheng Yanyi, then at Song Xixi, said good, and then left.

Sheng Yanyi placed a bowl of white fungus and lotus seeds in front of Song Xixi.

"Thank you." Song Xixi said.

Sheng Yanyi didn't answer the call. At this time, a call came in. He didn't know what the other party said, but Sheng Yanyi said "um" like gold and hung up the phone.

Half a minute later, Song Xixi's mobile phone prompted that there was a new message on WeChat.
Chapter completed!