After My Top Ex Gave Me A Room Card Chapter 62
byChapter 62
Bai Song didn’t react at first, with a confused look in his eyes.
When the memory was fixed on the moment of the game, Bai Song’s face was redder than an apple.
Oh my god, I love Fang Xingcheng so much.
…For a moment, the other guests had different expressions.
Fang Xingcheng asked: “What do you eat?”
Only Ji Shijie responded the fastest: “You can eat anything! Thank you, Teacher Fang!”
“What about you, what do you want to eat?” Fang Xingcheng asked Bai Song.
“Me?” Bai Song stuttered a little after not enjoying Fang Xingcheng’s kind of care for a long time: “I can eat anything.”
Fang Xingcheng glanced at Bai Song meaningfully and nodded in response.
After looking around again to make sure no one was “ordering” again, Fang Xingcheng rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen.
“Just stir-fry two vegetables. I’ll stir-fry the rest!” Bai Song’s voice trailed behind.
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They both know how to cook, and have always done so.
In fact, in comparison, the dishes made by Baisong all taste like home cooking.
And Fang Xingcheng is a real “chef”. He cooks as an art and doesn’t care about the time, but the taste must be delicious and the presentation must be good-looking.
Back then, there was an inexplicable cooking competition between the two of them. There were no judges and no audience, just young lovers messing around.
Fang Xingcheng tried his best.
The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, which is both expensive and delicious from preparation to cooking, completely conquered Bai Song’s stomach.
Baisong’s five bodies worship him.
Even if Fang Xingcheng looks like a fairy, the food he cooks is also of fairy quality.
Reflect on yourself.
Bai Song felt depressed for a long time.
I never want to enter the kitchen again!
You can’t go in if you don’t want to do things like the kitchen, but it’s absolutely impossible for Bai Song to look unhappy.
In the end, it was Fang Xingcheng who showed off his self-cultivation as an actor and coaxed and deceived to reveal that his favorite was Baisong Shao’s braised pork ribs.
Only then did Bai Song’s self-confidence come back.
From then on, braised short ribs represented more than just a dish.
After the two quarreled, they would also end the fight with a dish of “braised pork ribs”.
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There were not many dishes in the kitchen of the program team, and Fang Xingcheng looked at the ribs in front of him and fell into deep thought.
Let’s make braised pork ribs, it’s delicious.
After all, after all these years, there were only one or two jokes made back then.
Maybe Bai Song doesn’t even remember what “braised pork ribs” means.
Do it first and talk later.
Fang Xingcheng prepared the vegetables and started cooking the pan. Just when the braised pork ribs were about to come out of the oven, Bai Song sneaked in.
“What did you do?” Bai Song asked.
Because Fang Xingcheng was too engrossed in the matter, Bai Song’s sudden voice startled him.
He almost threw the pot away, but Fang Xingcheng quickly saved it and said casually: “Braised pork ribs.”
Who would have thought that Bai Song’s eyes widened and he held it in for a long time and said: “…What have you done to apologize to me?!”
Also very strange.
But Fang Xingcheng understood immediately.
Bai Song still remembers that incident!
What a joke between them!
He’s not the only one who takes it seriously.
“I don’t have any today. I’m not here to apologize to you.” Fang Xingcheng couldn’t suppress his smile: “I just want to eat, and the program team only gave me so little food.”
“Oh.” Bai Song said humbly, somewhat regretting his talkativeness.
How embarrassing.
Fortunately, Fang Xingcheng still remembered it.
“Why did you come in and not chat with them for a while?”
Bai Song’s eyes wandered and he hesitated for a long time: “It’s nothing, I just came to see if it’s hot and how well the food is done.”
The recording was in September, and the summer heat has not completely dissipated.
The kitchen is not easy to treat.
After all, the program team is a little more generous, and the air conditioning is sufficient, making it more comfortable than at home.
At least he was quite comfortable.
“It’s not hot.” Fang Xingcheng said, “Go out, you’ll be fine in a while.”
“I’ll give you a shot.”
He is also a restless master.
Start as soon as you enter the kitchen.
In a short while, the dishes were washed, prepared, and plated. They were done quickly, well, delicately, and beautifully.
Fang Xingcheng took a peek: “It’s pretty good.”
Bai Song cut the radish into flowers and garnished them on the plate.
“That’s right, awesome.” Bai Song was very proud.
Fang Xingcheng snorted: “Did you practice chasing after little girls?”
Weirdly, as if he was jealous.
Bai Song couldn’t help laughing: “No, don’t talk nonsense, I have never chased a little girl.”
I have never chased a little girl, but I have experienced coaxing children.
There was a time when Bai Bai didn’t like to eat, and he wouldn’t eat until Bai Song arranged the dishes beautifully.
Bai Song learned to be good at knife skills from that time and cut this and that for his son every day.
Anyway, Bai Bai likes the rabbit rice he made the most.
He’s happy to do it.
“I’ve never chased a little girl before—” Fang Xingcheng trailed off, “Then if I have…”
“No one!” Bai Song quickly interrupted Fang Xingcheng’s words. If he continued what he said, he didn’t know if there was any point.
Bai Song himself confessed: “I’m not chasing anyone, I only plan to chase you.”
“I didn’t plan to ask you this.” Fang Xingcheng whistled, pretending to be serious about cooking, but the corners of his mouth that smiled deeper and deeper revealed him instantly.
Fang Xingcheng was in a happy mood.
A plate of braised pork ribs and a plate of shredded potatoes were quickly placed in front of Bai Song.
Fang Xingcheng wiped his hands and said, “It’s done.”
Bai Song: “…really just cooking two dishes?”
Fang Xingcheng put on an innocent look: “Isn’t that what you said? Just stir-fry two vegetables. It’s not enough. Can I make some more?”
“No, no, no, I’ll do the rest.”
Bai Song forced Fang Xingcheng away.
He wanted to show off his talents to Fang Xingcheng.
After so many years, his cooking skills have improved a lot!
“Okay.” Fang Xingcheng nodded.
But he didn’t leave. He hid in the corner of the kitchen and didn’t help or go out.
“Why don’t you go out and chat with them for a while?” Bai Song asked while cooking.
Fang Xingcheng said: “They feel uncomfortable when I go out.”
Yes.
Although there are old friends like Ji Shijie, to most people outside, Fang Xingcheng is still a big shot.
They had to be careful when talking to Fang Xingcheng.
This is the current situation in the entertainment industry. Whoever is famous has more friends, and whoever is famous has the final say.
Bai Song acquiesced to him, stopped talking, and concentrated on cooking the food in his hand.
His movements were too skillful and everything was not done in an orderly manner.
At first glance, Bai Song always cooks at home without any mess.
The smell of rice spreads from the kitchen, and hot dishes are about to be cooked.
Fang Xingcheng asked: “Do you need help?”
Bai Song really wanted to give Fang Xingcheng a roll of his eyes!
He was just pretending to see the right moment!
Bai Song raised his head and looked at Xingcheng above, and Fang Xingcheng smiled.
It’s obviously intentional.
Facing his expression, Bai Song could never get angry.
Hey, how many more mistakes would he make on Fang Xingcheng’s face?
“It’s okay, it will be done in a moment.” Bai Song said, “Would you like to taste it first?”
“Eating on the sly?” Fang Xingcheng raised his eyebrows.
“How can you say that? Try my craftsmanship.” Bai Song said.
Bai Song took a pair of useless chopsticks, picked up a piece of fried meat, and slowly blew the heat away.
He raised the fried meat in front of Fang Xingcheng: “Ah——”
It was as if Qian Xingcheng was coaxing and feeding him fruit.
Who is Fang Xingcheng? He opened his mouth and bit down the piece of meat without changing his expression or heart.
He suddenly exclaimed: “Hiss…it’s so hot.”
Can freshly cooked stir-fry be cooked without the shovel being taken out of the pot?
Bai Song quickly stood up on tiptoes to help Fang Xingcheng play: “Sorry, sorry, I thought…”
“Pfft.” Bai Song was fussing around, but Fang Xingcheng started laughing.
He stretched out his hand to hug Bai Song and said warmly: “It’s delicious to tease you.”
Bai Song breathed the air in Fang Xingcheng’s arms.
“As long as it’s delicious.”
While the two of them were busy in the kitchen, the six people outside were also busy.
They couldn’t squeeze into the kitchen, and they didn’t want to use it as light bulbs.
In addition, Ji Shijie broke up the relationship between “Xing Yan” and “Xing Yan” many years ago, and vaguely mentioned this matter to Zhao Yiqing.
These two people are definitely watching the show.
For the rest, some don’t care, some don’t pay attention, and some care about gossip and attention but don’t dare to go there.
No one can be idle in front of the camera, so a few people set the table first.
Bai Song greeted and started the meal.
Several boys followed Fang Xingcheng and Bai Song to bring the dishes to the table and sat down one by one.
“Wow! It’s so beautiful!” Yin Zhu first noticed the small decorations on the dish and praised them repeatedly.
Facts have proved that girls really like Baisong’s small design, which is embellished with small thoughts and is easy for girls to handle.
Time for a meal.
Bai Song was promoted to “Women’s Friend” – becoming the most favorite man among girls to share stories with.
Easily close the distance and get inside, becoming a good socializer.
Bai Song really knows a lot of things.
We can talk about skin care, we can talk about jewelry, and he can even talk about having children.
Zhiyue even suspected that he was born with the wrong gender!
That’s not the case.
But since he started raising children, Bai Song has been involved in a wider range of things.
Pay more attention to it.
The two neglected boyfriends, Ji Shijie and Yang Jiancheng, looked at each other. You looked at me and I looked at you.
They couldn’t understand what was being said on the other side.
Ji Shijie looked at Zhao Yiqing blankly, and asked rather depressedly: “Teacher Bai, are you so powerful now?”
Don’t ask, I just feel resentful that I can’t be by my wife’s side.
“What is he not good at? Our teacher Bai is very good.” Fang Xingcheng said softly.
The distance now is just not enough for Bai Song to hear his voice.
And Bai Song is focusing on dealing with the few people in front of him.
So Fang Xingcheng boasted unscrupulously.
He didn’t even look away, he kept secretly staring at Bai Song.
Yang Jiancheng and Ji Shijie exchanged glances, and each read “Oh~~~” in each other’s eyes.
Quietly teasing.
It was not a secret ten years ago that Fang Xingcheng was a fan of Bai Song.
Fans have made trouble and made troubles, but there is nothing they can do.
My brother pushed it up hard.
It’s really love-hate.
Fans of Fang Xingcheng can only dote on him.
The same goes for White Pine fans.
The two of them should have more to talk about.
Not only in life, but also in career.
No matter what the environment is, as long as Bai Song is involved.
There will be no second person with Fang Xingcheng’s answer.
Only white pine.
Over time, fans have become accustomed to desensitization.
Back then, who didn’t know that Fang Xingcheng and Bai Song had the best relationship in the world.
Where is it like now.
When mentioning Fang Xingcheng and Bai Song, one would either ask who Bai Song is, or ask whether Fang Xingcheng and Bai Song actually know each other?
“So…” Ji Shijie was still paying attention to something. He asked Fang Xingcheng in a low voice, “Which dishes did you cook?”
“Can’t you eat it?” Fang Xingcheng asked.
The method of making it is different from that of Baisong, and there are some differences in taste.
Ji Shijie chuckled and said flatteringly: “Isn’t it true that the cooking you two make is so delicious? Who can taste it? They are both delicious. They are both delicious.”
Fang Xingcheng lowered his head and smiled: “Bai Song just asked me to cook two dishes.”
“Ah?” Ji Shijie was stunned for a moment, then realized: “So you really only made two? Are you so obedient to him?”
Fang Xingcheng nodded innocently.
Ji Shijie hesitated to speak.
But Fang Xingcheng and Ji Shijie were no longer new friends. He could see through Ji Shijie’s thoughts at a glance: “You want me to continue to be responsible for the meals for the next few days?”
Is it ok?
Ji Shijie raised his eager eyes.
In fact, Bai Song could do it, he wouldn’t pick it.
Fang Xingcheng smiled and said, “You have to ask Bai Song.”