As a result, Song Qishen didn't notice anything. He was still facing her sideways, leaving only half of his gracefully curved profile, and his eyes were focused on the juicer on the cooking table.

Qian Zhi walked in slowly and realized that what Song Qi was looking at was not the juicer, but something in the form of a booklet, probably some instructions.

As if this was not enough, Song Qishen was holding a mobile phone in his hand. He would look at it from time to time, his eyes constantly exchanging between the two.

There are some cut fruits on the cooking table, arranged neatly, but the packaging bags are a bit messy and spread out haphazardly.

Qian Zhi finally knew where this image was. It looked like Song Qishen's desk.

Neat yet chaotic, a bit casual.

Even if you squeeze out the juice, you will be so mobilized...

Qianzhi's thoughts suddenly jumped back to the past——

The time when Song Qishen asked Chef Zhang to come to Nanyuan to cook in the future.

My thoughts came back to me——

Look at the current situation.

If Song Qishen had really let him throw the cake, he would have thrown it directly in her face.

Thinking of this, Qian Zhi took a small step up and stopped diagonally behind Song Qishen, one step away from Song Qishen. She was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "Um... let me clean up the table for you."

Bar."

After saying that, she walked forward again and symbolically rubbed the edge of the cooking table.

Song Qishen probably didn't expect that there would be another figure around. The girl's figure was slender and her voice was soft enough. When she got close to her, but due to the interference of the juicer, she floated away like the wind for a moment.

He looked over with raised eyebrows and raised his voice slightly, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm watching you squeeze juice. I'm here to help you by the way."

Now that she saw it, she was embarrassed to let him stay alone in the kitchen.

Furthermore, Qianzhi herself is also very interested in juicing, because it all depends on the machine and there is no technical content. As long as she can control the proportion of juice, she is careful enough.

Qian Zhi also followed Song Qishen's example, raised her voice, and finally asked what she was most curious about, "Do you still need to read the guide for juicing?"

Her eyes fell on Song Qishen's hand again, and she brushed it for a while.

He does not mean that.

Of course, Song Qishen did not miss Qian Zhi's inspection. His expression was frozen for a second, and then he scratched the screen with his fingertips contentedly.

Pretty decent.

"No, tell Assistant Xia something." Song Qishen simply responded.

His tone was calm and his expression showed nothing.

Very calm and composed.

"Yeah." Qian Zhi nodded. She was just asking casually, but she was actually not very interested in the specific content of the chat between him and Assistant Xia.

"Why, don't stay in bed now?" Song Qishen was ready to wake her up later, because if she continued to fall asleep now, she would not be able to sleep at night, and Qian Zhi would not be able to sleep well the next day.

Going back to school.

Hearing him suddenly talk about this topic, Qian Zhi touched her nose.

Fortunately, she woke up on her own and didn't stay in bed.

But if she really stayed in bed...then who can blame her!

Although she was indeed a little unable to control herself.

That's why Song Qishen is so handsome.

When such a person is in your ear and asks you in a low voice if you can.

Everyone.........

Can't control it.

Don't talk about others.

Qianzhi's mind must have been filled with waves of heat. Before she could respond, there was a wave of waves, and there was no way to stop her.

"Anyway, I didn't stay in bed today." The little girl said in a small voice, and in the end she did not forget to declare justice for herself.

Besides, if you can’t get out of bed in the morning, that’s called staying in bed.

It's already evening, so at best, it should be a short nap.

"Okay, no matter what, it's all right." After Song Qishen said this, he continued to concentrate on his "juicing, fruit production, great and risky business".

Qian Zhi immediately sorted out the messy packaging bags on the cooking table. Just as she was about to say something more, she was successfully kicked out by Song Qishen.

This guy is really......

Is juicing some kind of sacred activity that should not be coveted by others?

After thinking about it for how long, Qian Zhi waited for Song Qishen on the sofa.

It seems that he has been using the juicer for so long, and now he only produces three or four cups.

It was obvious that he was seriously preparing for her to taste it. After all, even the walls of the cup were polished, so you could take a peek.

Song Qishen was busy in the kitchen and living room, going back and forth.

Qian Zhi raised her eyes slightly, and seeing him like this, an image with a nameplate claiming it suddenly appeared in her mind.

It really looks like a name like this——

"A walking juicer".

"Why don't you try it now?" Song Qishen didn't even sit down, but stood opposite Qian Zhi, holding a square towel in his hand, lowering his eyes slightly, and carefully wiping his fingertips.

"sure."

Qianzhi responded, obediently stepped forward to take a look, and then prepared to get a drink.

The little girl lowered her eyes and immediately discovered that the contents of these cups were all lavender, slightly tinged with blue.

Some are milkshakes and some are juices.

Even though there are differences in the shades of colors, the colors presented are generally the same.

When she was still confused and confused, she heard Song Qishen speak slowly, as if to explain——

"Don't you like blueberry juice? It tastes delicious. I put a lot of blueberries in every mixed juice."

These words are like asking for credit and asking for reward.

Listening carefully to this tone, he looked arrogant, as if he had carved his own mark on this blueberry juice. He did not allow others to covet it, so he had to be extremely solemn.

It was as if he was here to grab the sign of "the maker of the best blueberry juice in the world".

so..........

How deep is Song Qishen's obsession with blueberry juice?

He couldn't eat it when he was a child, so he felt resentful or something.

Qianzhi could only explain it this way.

Under Song Qishen's scorching gaze, she took a drink casually, but her attention was entirely focused on what Song Qishen had just said.

He said didn't she like blueberry juice?

Qian Zhi finally recalled what Song Qishen said in response to her when they were baking pies on the sofa for the first time in the evening.

He responded.

Then just thinking about it, all the heat, shame, and shyness in my mind left everything aside and surged up in a daze.

Qianzhi was like the lid of a steam pot, she was completely blown away.

She remembered——

Song Qishen randomly took out a few from the shopping bag on the side, looked at her with a smile, put his index and middle fingers together slightly, and gently picked them up, and said in passing, "I don't like blueberries.

Then let’s give it a try?”

Then, Song Qishen really practiced it thoroughly, taking the blueberry-flavored practice and really giving it a try.

These two almost emphatic mentions made Qianzhi feel that she could hardly look at the word blueberry.

"Does it taste good?"

——Song Qishen’s words brought Qian Zhi out of her memories.

In fact, she only took a sip, but quickly drank a few sips and responded.

"Uh-huh."

"Compared with the one you... bought, which one tastes better?"

"............"

Is this person finished yet?
To be continued...