The next day, I got up early and dressed up before the driver sent me to the Song family's house.

On the way out, we passed by the security booth, and the driver deliberately drove very slowly.

Every time I passed by the security booth before, I always asked the driver to drive slowly so that I could appreciate the handsome profile of the security guard.

Today, I turned my head and glanced at the security guard standing upright at that moment.

He saw me and frowned impatiently, with a very disgusted expression on his face.

But strangely, I loved this indifferent attitude towards me, and I became more infatuated with him.

I shivered and immediately turned back, saying, "Uncle Li, are you not full this morning? Drive faster!"

Uncle Li looked at me in surprise and stepped on the accelerator.

I looked at the food box in my arms, which contained the stomach-nourishing porridge made by Auntie.

Song Shiyan has always had a weak stomach, and I guess he didn't eat well yesterday because of anger.

As the saying goes, don't bite the hand that feeds you. I can't bring a gift and then be kicked out.

"Miss Xu, Master Song is not at home."

I looked at the butler of the Song family who was smiling at me.

But his words were really unpleasant, and Song Shiyan is a well-behaved young man.

Drinking, smoking, fighting, he has nothing to do with it.

The only bad habit he probably has is liking me.

I don't believe he's not at home so early in the morning. He must be avoiding me.

I sat down at the entrance of the Song family villa with the food box in my arms.

"Then I will wait here for him to come back."

The butler glanced at me and ran back.

I waited for two hours and finally saw Song Shiyan come out.

He was wearing a gray sweater, and his hair in front of his forehead fell down to cover one of his eyes.

He had a tall figure, and there was a hint of abnormal redness on his face.

I got up from the ground, patted off the dirt from my clothes, and ran towards him with the food box in my arms.

"Are you sick?"

As I said this, I wanted to touch his forehead with my hand, but he quickly avoided.

"I'm fine."

I presented the food box to him like a precious treasure.

"I thought you didn't eat well yesterday, so I got up early to cook stomach-nourishing porridge for you."

As I spoke, I lowered my head with disappointment. "But I waited for you for so long, so it may have cooled down a bit."

Song Shiyan looked at me as if he was meeting me for the first time.

"Since when did you learn to cook porridge?"

"..."

Why was he so curious about that?

While I was thinking about how to answer him, he spoke again.

"You didn't cook it for me, did you?"

I immediately opened the food box, and the fragrant aroma of the porridge filled the dining room.

I swallowed and my stomach made a grumbling sound.

I had forgotten to eat breakfast because I left in a hurry in the morning.

I embarrassingly covered my stomach with my hand.

Song Shiyan took the food box from me, went into the kitchen, and brought out two small bowls filled with porridge.

He placed a bowl in front of me and ate from the other bowl himself.

Throughout the entire meal, we didn't say a word, but I clearly saw a faint curve at the corner of his mouth.

I rejoiced in my heart, it seemed that Song Shiyan was indeed the best breakthrough.

I picked up the porridge and ate it eagerly.

Song Shiyan ate slowly, treating a regular bowl of porridge as if it were some precious ingredient.

I propped my chin on my hands and looked at him, asking, "Is it delicious?"

He glanced at my hands and answered without answering the question, "Don't cook for me anymore in the future."

It wasn't delicious? That shouldn't be the case, after all, I didn't cook it myself.

Song Shiyan finished eating and took out a medical kit from the cabinet.

He handed me a tube of burn ointment.

It was then that I noticed I had accidentally burned my hand when I was in a hurry to bring the porridge, and now there was a red patch on the back of my hand.

So he thought I was hurt and that's why he asked me not to cook anymore?

I immediately took advantage of the situation and directly stretched my hand in front of him.

"You help me apply it."

My tone was demanding, but Song Shiyan was used to it and sat beside me, actually applying the ointment for me.

I thought my previous image was that of a spoiled young lady.

Now suddenly changing would attract too much attention.

The annoying appearance that Song Shiyan liked before might be what he liked.

Plus, I didn't want to be some selfless and sacrificing little white flower.

After Song Shiyan finished applying the ointment, I grabbed his arm and said, "In a few days, let's call Zhou Yu and Lin Hangzhi out. I messed up my birthday yesterday, so I want to celebrate it again."

Mentioning yesterday, I could clearly feel the muscles in his arm stiffening for a moment.

After all, I embarrassed Song Shiyan in front of so many people yesterday.

"I was just in a bad mood yesterday. You know I like dogs the most. When I said you were a dog, it means I like you."

I felt like I was a genius at sophistry.

I could even turn such nonsense into something reasonable.

But who knew that Song Shiyan accepted my explanation.

"I'll ask them, but I'm not sure if they will come. After all, you..."

Song Shiyan's words suddenly stopped, as if he didn't want to mention the past absurdity.

I immediately nodded and promised that this time I sincerely wanted to apologize to them.

After all, these people will be my benefactors in the future.

I will definitely treat them well.