Chu Rong felt something was wrong, walked over, sat on the sofa, and reached out to touch Song Ci's forehead.

Song Ci is hungry, he can cook, but Song Ci is not right, Chu Rong feels Song Ci is uncomfortable there.

However, I touched Song Ci’s forehead, um, although the temperature was a bit low, Chu Rong, who knew Song Ci, knew that Song Ci’s temperature was originally low. This temperature was normal, and there was no fever or anything else.

"I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you first." Chu Rong said, standing up.

He is going to let everyone come over for dinner and make a lot of meals.

But Song Ci is hungry, so why do you have to make something for Song Ci first?

"Okay." Song Ci smiled happily, without the pillow, the virtuous little wife is still there.

"Huh?" Chu Rong was just about to go to the kitchen, when Chu Rong suddenly saw something stepped on his feet.

It looked like a small shopping ticket, but it was the back, and Chu Rong didn't know what it was.

Kneeling down to pick it up, Chu Rong glanced casually.

Seeing the sanitary napkins of various brands on the small ticket, Chu Rong looked away calmly, and then threw the small ticket into the trash can.

Chu Rong didn't think much about sanitary napkins or something, isn't there a cute girl in this apartment?

Chu Rong didn't know that what he just threw into the trash can was not an ordinary small ticket, but a truth!

Unfortunately, Chu Rong doesn't know now.

He just wondered if there was something wrong with the time of the small ticket.

But that's what Chu Rong thought, and then went straight into the kitchen to make noodles for Song Ci.

Song Ci swept his eyes to the trash can, and then his face became stiff.

That small ticket is a bit familiar.

Isn't this the small ticket that the proprietress who specially gave her a black bag when she just bought her aunt's towel in the small shop?

Turning his head and glanced at Chu Rong in the kitchen, Song Ci couldn't figure it out, Chu Rong could see if there was anything.

However, Song Ci picked up half of the snacks on the coffee table and threw them directly into the trash can.

After seeing the white receipt covered by the plastic snack bag, Song Ci raised the corner of his mouth.

Chu Rong glanced at it anyway, and, there was no unusual reaction, Song Ci just pretended that Chu Rong didn't know.

It's okay to hide the ears and steal the bell, anyway, Song Ci just pretended that Chu Rong didn't know anything.

In fact, Chu Rong really didn't know if Song Ci didn't hide his ears and steal the bell.

Although when I looked at the small ticket, I glanced at the time, and it felt strange.

However, thinking of the things on the receipt, Chu Rong didn't look at it much.

When a girl bought his aunt's towel, he looked carefully at what he was doing.

Pour the poached egg in the pot into the bowl, Chu Rong took a pair of chopsticks, put it on the bowl, and came out with the bowl.

"I added a poached egg to you. How about eating a little bit and then having a big meal later?" Chu Rong walked over with the bowl and said.

"Okay." Song Ci looked at Chu Rong, smelling the fragrance in the air, feeling happy.

Chu Rong put the noodles on the coffee table, and suddenly found that half of the snacks on the coffee table had been thrown into the trash can.

"Isn't it delicious?" Chu Rong asked not about the noodles, but the snacks thrown in the trash can.

"It's kind of." Song Ci said casually, and picked up the chopsticks on the bowl, ready to start eating noodles.

"If you don't like it, don't buy it in the future." Chu Rong didn't say much. Song Ci didn't like it, so buy less.

It's not a big deal.