Chen Xian frowned and said, "Then she must have misunderstood, you don't have to care."

"Okay, if you don't care, then I won't care."

Chen Xian put the cake into the steamer, which was made of firewood. She couldn't control the heat and could easily fail. So she simply put it into the steamer and steamed.

Chen Xian kneaded the noodles and said, "I can make a few Western pastries, but I don't know how to make big fish and meat, and I can't just eat this cake. I plan to make longevity noodles for you, but I can't bring noodles, so I can't use a knife to replace longevity noodles."

"Okay." Su Zhe said, "I'll eat everything you cook."

When Chen Xian was alone, she went home when she was tired of filming and didn’t want to eat outside. She was deserted and just finished the next bowl of noodles alone.

This is not a problem for her.

Su Zhe threw away the firewood and put it into the stove.

The fire shone on his face, warm and flickering.

Chen Xian first fryed the meat, fryed the eggs, and then boiled the noodles.

After a while, the water boiled, and the misty mist enveloped the entire kitchen, like a fog.

When Su Zhe raised his eyes, he could vaguely see Chen Xian's busy figure in the white mist. He gradually looked deeper and his eyes were boundless.

Chen Xian didn't notice anything. He held the dough in one hand and a knife in the other hand, cut the dough into thin slices, and put it into the pot.

When the cut noodles are cooked, Chen Xian took them up and put them in two bowls, spread them with a layer of meat, a fried egg, and sprinkled with a few chopped green onions. Two bowls of cut noodles are cooked.

And the cake in the steamer should be almost the same.

There are no delicacies tonight, only pasta that ordinary people eat.

Only this steamed cake that has just been released looks a little new. Chen Xian puts fruit grains on the cake and wrote the four words "Happy Birthday".

Chen Xian lit a few candles on the dining table and hummed a birthday song for him gently, as if it were the most moving song in the world.

Chen Xian said: "You can make a wish after blowing the candle."

Su Zhe smiled: "Can you still make a wish?"

"Of course, maybe it will happen one day."

So Su Zhe smiled and said, "Then I'll make a present one, that is, I hope that after the meal, Axian will not rush to leave and accompany me for a while."

Chen Xian's mouth twitched wildly, "If you say it, it won't work."

Then the two of them cut noodles with a bowl of knife. Chen Xian was already hungry and was eating very vigorously.

In contrast, Su Zhe ate more calmly.

He took a few bites and suddenly said, "Axian, you taste delicious below."

Chen Xian was caught off guard and choked in her throat. She turned her head and coughed suddenly, her face turned red.

Su Zhe came over kindly to her and said, "Don't be anxious, eat slowly, it's not enough for me to have it in my bowl."

Chen Xian calmed down and glared at him, saying angrily: "Can you still speak well? You must have not learned Chinese well, right? Here is a behavior, where is the taste good! What's delicious is noodles, not the following!"

Su Zhe said: "I'm wrong. Just correct me patiently. Why did you react so much?"

"I'm so fucked..." Chen Xian put on his forehead and sighed, "Forget it, you are an ancient man, I can't tell you clearly."

Su Zhe recalled for a while, coughed and suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Are you thinking too much?"

Chen Xian quickly turned over the table: "A bastard, I know you were deliberately talking without leaning back!"

Chen Xian was very curious. Su Zhe even stuffed his servants. Anyway, she didn't even see a single figure.

It was not until after eating the noodles that Su Zhe ate half of the cake that the housekeeper who had met several times came from outside and said, "There is a letter from the adults."

The letters were sent by the messenger, so they should be more urgent, otherwise they would not be delivered after nightfall.

Su Zhe calmed down his leisurely intention, reached out to take the letter, and asked the housekeeper to settle the letter.

If he wants to reply, he will reply after he has read it, and the messenger sent it back.

Su Zhe walked out of the dining room with a letter in his hand, paused at the door and looked back at Chen Xian: "Are you going to follow me or just walk around alone?"

It’s not that Chen Xian has not turned around alone, and what’s going on in the middle of the night?

Chen Xian asked: "Why don't I go back by myself and I won't bother you to read the letter and reply?"

Su Zhe said: "I'm afraid it won't work."

So Chen Xian could only turn her face and go to his study with Su Zhe.

Su Zhe lit the lamp and rolled up the bamboo curtain, and there was still half a piece of cold agarwood left in the incense burner.

Every table and everything in the study was clean and tidy.

Su Zhe opened the letter paper and read the letter, without restricting Chen Xian from walking around his study.

The books on the bookshelf are neatly arranged. When Su Zhe sees them, he often reads these books, which are clean and spotless.

Chen Xian rummaged through bored for a while, and seemed to have found something fun in a hidden corner.

She reached in and dug it out.

After taking it for a while, I finally took out the things. I looked closely but was stunned.

That was a pair of puppets.

She knew the man's one, which was that she learned to carve it from Su Zhe's mold last time she went outside the city. The outline was vague and there was no charm of Su Zhe.

Chen Xian thought this was a failure.

Unexpectedly, Su Zhe kept it all the time.

Chen Xian looked at another one again.

This is a puppet that looks like a woman. It is very dark in color and looks very old at first glance.

In comparison, this one is much more exquisite than the one she carved. Perhaps it is because it is too old and its original meticulous appearance is very mottled.

Chen Xian stroked the puppet's face with his fingers, and a strange feeling arose.

The remaining images in my mind suddenly jumped out, but they were fleeting again.

She vaguely felt that this female puppet was also carved by a certain woman, just like she used Su Zhe as a mold.

Su Zhe looked at the letter paper intently, and Chen Xian suddenly poked his head out from behind and asked, "Who's the letter?"

"Lian Qingzhou." Su Zhe unhurriedly folded the letter.

When Chen Xian heard that it was Lian Qingzhou, he immediately said curiously: "Please show me."

After saying this, Su Zhe had already stretched the letter paper to the candlelight and started to burn as soon as he baked it.

Seeing this, Chen Xian said, "So nervous? There must be something shameful."

Su Zhe said lazily: "So, it's better for you to know less."

Su Zhe began to spread out the paper and pen. When he turned around inadvertently, he saw the two puppets holding in Chen Xian's hand, with a slightly darker expression: "You can look for it."

When Su Zhe replied, Chen Xian put two puppets on his desk and asked, "Did you carve this girl doll?"

"I used to be a beginner."

"Who is it? Is it your life-savior's orphan?"

Su Zhe lowered his eyes and said lightly: "You have asked a lot tonight, which makes me vaguely think that you are caring about me."

Chen Xian curled her lips: "I just feel a little sorry for you. You can't send this out until she gets married."

"Who told me to be thin-skinned?"
Chapter completed!