Hello, Mr. Major General

Huo Shaoheng is going to cook himself?!

Gu Nian was agitated. She had just followed Huo Shaoheng when she was twelve years old and had a meal made by Huo Shaoheng herself...

Later, it was eaten in the canteen of the army garrison. Although it was specially provided by the generals, it was always a big pot of food, not as good as Huo Shaoheng's.

"Mrs. Huo, let's go out quickly. It's too narrow here. Uncle Huo can't turn away." Gu Nianzhi happily coaxed Song Jinning out.

The two went to the outside living room and continued to have a friendly conversation on topics of mutual interest such as clothes, shoes and bags.

The more I talked with her, the more Gu Nianzhi became sure that Song Jinning's memory really stayed at the age of her eighteen, nearly thirty years ago.

Some brands she was familiar with no longer existed, and she knew nothing about the new brands that appeared later.

What kind of disease is this?

How can you remember things before the age of eighteen, but forget what happened after the age of eighteen?

And every day after that, I would forget the things of the previous day, except for the things before her eighteen.

Gu Nianzhi planned to wait to see the display when he was free, and ask him about Song Jinning's situation.

The two had spoken outside for less than half an hour, and suddenly a mellow smell drifted over from the small kitchen.

Gu Nianzhi's taste glands automatically secrete saliva and are greedy.

How come it smells so good!

It is the aroma of pure food, there are green beans, seafood, and eggs...

Gu Nianzhi sniffed his nose and involuntarily touched the kitchen door.

Huo Shaoheng is loading the fried rice with a spatula.

Looking back, Gu Nianzhi's probe came in and raised his eyebrows, "Can you still eat?"

Gu Nianzhi nodded again and again, "I can do it!"

Huo Shaoheng: "..." Turned around calmly and took another small bowl, and gave her a small bowl of three fresh fried rice.

Song Jinning followed in, standing a little timidly behind Gu Nianzhi, not daring to step forward.

Huo Shaoheng looked at her, did not speak, but put a white orchid ice jade porcelain plate on the table. On the plate was piled a small pile of golden fried rice. The rice grains were full and golden, and each grain was soaked in egg juice. The fresh green beans are sweet and refreshing. Although the shrimps are thawed, they are marinated with a little rice wine. They are very delicious and have no fishy smell.

Gu Nianzhi ate a small bowl of Sanxian fried rice in almost two mouthfuls. After eating it, he still had a lot of thoughts. He wanted to lick the bowl again.

It was so delicious, the taste seemed to have magical power, instantly resurrecting Gu Nianzhi's taste system that was dull due to fever.

Song Jinning sat silently across from Gu Nianzhi, holding a spoon and started eating fried rice.

As she ate, her brows frowned, and she looked up at Huo Shaoheng suspiciously, and then at Gu Nianzhi.

"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious? I'll help you eat it..." Gu Nianzhi stretched out her hand and said that she would help Song Jinning "clean up".

Huo Shaoheng held her hand and put it back, his eyes a little stern, "You can't eat anymore."

Gu Nianzhi pursed his lips, silently got up and poured tea.

Song Jinning asked Huo Shaoheng quietly: "Excuse me, how can you make this kind of taste?"

"Learned from others." Huo Shaoheng said lightly, glanced at Song Jinning with complicated eyes, then turned to call Gu Nianzhi, "Would you like to go out for a stroll?"

"Yes, yes!" Gu Nianzhi quickly brought the tea tray over and put it in front of Song Jinning, and said: "Mrs. Huo, after you have eaten the fried rice, drink some Pu'er to relieve you." He turned his head and looked at Huo Shaoheng with both eyes Stars are about to appear: "Really take me out for shopping?!"

"Today is boxing-day. Many famous stores in the Imperial Capital will have good things coming out." Huo Shaoheng gave a step aside, "Aren't you going to buy something?"

"Oh oh oh! Yeah, yeah!" Gu Nianzhi blinked his right eye towards Song Jinning, "You eat slowly, I'll go out and buy something."

Song Jinning nodded in confusion, still looking at Huo Shaoheng and said: "...This taste is so familiar, I can make this taste too."

"Really?" Huo Shaoheng smiled.

...

Gu Nianzhi followed Huo Shaoheng down the third floor and asked him in a low voice: "...Why did your mother ask you that this tastes so familiar?"

"Because this is the fried rice that she often made for me when I was young, and I loved it when I was young." Huo Shaoheng said lightly.

Just as Gu Nianzhi was about to show sympathy, Huo Shaoheng suddenly raised his hands and squeezed her face, "Don't think too much, I'm not so sentimental."

Huo Shaoheng's hands were stronger, and he squeezed out Gu Nianzhi's small white face casually. He couldn't help smiling, patted her face, and turned downstairs.

As soon as he turned a corner, he ran into Huo Jialan who hurried upstairs.

"Huh? Why are you down?" Huo Jialan raised her head and greeted them, "Have you seen Mrs. Song?"

Huo Shaoheng nodded, "Thank you."

Gu Nianzhi followed behind, clutching her pinched red face, secretly gave Huo Shaoheng a white, and asked from behind him: "Aunt Lan, why do you call Madam Huo Madam Song?"

Although Song Jinning is surnamed Song, she should be called "Mrs. Huo" when she married the Huo family!

Although women in the Chinese Empire did not change their husband’s surname after marriage, they generally used the husband’s surname before calling to express the difference from single unmarried women.

Gu Nianzhi sensitively discovered yesterday that she was the only one who called Song Jinning "Mrs. Huo", and everyone else, including the servants of the Huo family, called Song Jinning "Mrs. Song."

Huo Jialan blinked interestingly with a pair of bright apricot eyes, looked at Huo Shaoheng, and smiled: "Brother lobby, haven't you told Miss Gu?"

Huo Shaoheng put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned his eyes to look at Gu Nianzhi, "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette." As he said, he walked on quickly as if he didn't want to talk any more.

Gu Nianzhi's foggy eyes looked at Huo Shaoheng's back, then at Huo Jialan who was smiling, and said suspiciously: "What happened that I didn't know?"

"Let the lobby brother tell you." Huo Jialan patted her on the shoulder, raised her head and smiled at Huo Shaoheng's back, and walked upstairs with graceful steps.

Gu Nianzhi looked back at Huo Jialan's curvy back, sighed in envy, and secretly said in her heart that she must have such a waist, such a leg, such a hip, she has to work harder to get fit...

Huo Jialan was dressed neatly when she was at home. Today she is wearing a pink-purple cheongsam with snow-white fox fur trimming, revealing her curvy figure.

When she went upstairs, Gu Nianzhi felt that her waist was twisting like a figure of eight.

Of course, this was not Huo Jialan's intention to do this, but her rugged figure, and she wore a narrow cheongsam. When she went upstairs, she must be swaying in grace, nothing could be done.

Gu Nianzhi couldn't blink his eyes, and wanted to learn a little bit of this unrevealed style.

She is still young...

Gu Nianzhi sighed quietly, and when he went downstairs, he kept looking back and peeking at Huo Jialan's upstairs style.

Until he was completely invisible, he turned his head angrily, and when he looked up, he saw Huo Shaoheng with one hand in his trouser pocket and a cigarette in the other, leaning against the handrail at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for her.

"What are you looking at? So fascinated? Are you not afraid of falling down a petition when you go downstairs?" Huo Shaoheng stretched out her free hand.

Gu Nianzhi held his hand and stared at the smoke between his fingers, "Uncle Huo, do you want to smoke in the house?"

"You go change clothes first. Wait until I finish smoking this cigarette." Huo Shaoheng let go of her hand and walked to the door of the house.

Gu Nianzhi went back to the house and changed her clothes, wearing a Burberry horn button coat and carrying a Mulberry backpack.

As soon as I left the door, I saw Huo Shaoheng coming out of the second bedroom. The dark blue shirt was covered with a brown-black half-length leather jacket. It was not a jacket style, but a casual suit jacket style. The back was slightly retracted, a bit like a hunting outfit, but no hunting. It is cumbersome to wear, lighter than a coat, and thicker and warmer than a wool suit jacket.

Wearing on Huo Shaoheng, it looks more shoulder-width and leg-length, and more heroic, just like walking from the world's top fashion magazine, but which male model has Huo Shaoheng's face?!

Gu Nianzhi was fascinated.

"Let's go, what's in a daze." Huo Shaoheng walked past her, taking out his car key from the leather pocket.

Gu Nianzhi ran out behind Huo Shaoheng.

The two of them traveled in plain clothes, and Huo Shaoheng only arranged for a few plain clothes guards to follow and protect them secretly, and they did not have the same fanfare as when they received Gu Nianzhi last time.

"Where to go?" Gu Nianzhi followed Huo Shaoheng's car and asked cautiously: "Uncle Huo, can you drive?"

Fan Jian drove it every time. Fan Jian was on vacation these days, and Huo Shaoheng did not find another driver to drive him.

Huo Shaoheng didn't look at her, and while starting the car, he said indifferently: "No, what should I do?"

"What can't you do?!" Gu Nianzhi glared at him for a while, looking at his handsome profile, suddenly laughed softly, and muttered very quietly: "Yes, you're handsome, you talk, you can do whatever you want ."

"What are you talking about?" Huo Shaoheng finally gave her a sideways glance. "Sit down and fasten your seat belt."

Gu Nianzhi fastened her seat belt and praised the Bentley from the front to the back, from the inside to the outside.

She was exaggerated and talkative. Huo Shaoheng was thinking about her heart while listening to her voice as background music. Gu Nianzhi didn't need to respond to him anyway. The time with her was always easy and passed quickly.

It didn't take long before they arrived at Cylon Square, the center of the famous store in the Imperial Capital.

Parked the car in the underground garage, Gu Nianzhi got out of the car excitedly, reached out his hand and turned around, happily said: "This parking lot is bigger than the mall in the United States!"

Huo Shaoheng locked the car out, and said blankly: "Let's go, go to the eighth floor."

The world famous stores are on the eighth floor of Cylon Plaza Building.

Gu Nianzhi ran to follow, watching the number of people in the parking lot gradually increasing. She pursed her lips, walked to Huo Shaoheng's side, and said in a low voice: "Huo...Huo Shao, discuss something with you. "

"Say."

"Well, I'm outside today, I won't call you uncle, okay..." Gu Nianzhi asked blushing.

She wanted to go shopping for a day with Huo Shaoheng like her peers and leave a good memory.

But if you keep calling him "Uncle Huo", this memory is not beautiful...

Huo Shaoheng: "..."

He tilted his head and looked at her, and said faintly: "You are so jumping, even if you don't call me brother-in-law, others will think you are my junior."

Gu Nianzhi hurriedly stopped, "I didn't jump around! I wanted to talk to you, who made you go so fast!"

Sure enough, she dislikes her for being too young and lacking a mature woman...

Gu Nian felt sad for a while, but still resisted, without showing it.

Hearing this, Huo Shaoheng slowed down, and matched her pace, as if strolling leisurely in the courtyard, took her into the elevator and went directly to the eighth floor.

Opposite the elevator on the eighth floor is Chanel's flagship store in China Empire.

"You go in and pick your clothes." Huo Shaoheng took out a cigarette, "I'm waiting for you here."

He stood in the corridor outside the Chanel store, lit the cigarette, and waved to Gu Nianzhi.

Gu Nianyi was dizzy when he saw the full-bodied blushing eyes. Without a word, he went in to meet up with Chanel in the latest season.

Huo Shaoheng looked at her bouncing back, with a smile on the corner of her lips, leaning on the railing on the eighth floor, and silently smoking a cigarette.

Half an hour later, Gu Nianzhi came out of the Chanel flagship store with several paper bags with a smile on his face. Just as he was about to show off her record to Huo Shaoheng, he heard someone rushing over in surprise, "Huo Shao?! That's not Huo Shao?! You are finally back! I haven't seen you in so many years!"

This is the second more three thousand five hundred words, and it is the first time for the lord Ren Xiaoyao 2722 to reward the fate of spiritual favor in July.

It's the last two days of the end of the month. All your monthly and recommended tickets will be voted for the major general!

There are a lot of monthly tickets for my dears to stimulate me to do more hahahaha!!!

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