690: C690 The Last Thing I Need Is Money

C690 The Last Thing I Need Is Money

When the elevator reached the top floor and they reached Soong Mingxun's suite, Yan Shu was just about to ask him to swipe his card to open the door.

Soong Mingxun passed the card to her first. "Sister, you do it. Let me see how the door opens."

Yan Shu was helpless for two seconds. She took the card and swiped it at the sensing area.

After pushing the door open and entering, she introduced the layout of the suite to Soong Mingxun, where the drinks were, and where the daily necessities were.

Soong Mingxun followed closely behind her as if he was listening very seriously.

After introducing and playing, Yan Shu turned around and said to Soong Mingxun, "If there are any other questions, you can call the front desk. I'll be going to get busy first."

"Sister, didn't you say you would let me have a taste of your cooking when you have time?" Soong Mingxun blinked his eyes and looked at Yan Shu. "I am free today. I don't know if I can taste it."

Yan Shu was going to the kitchen later to prepare lunch for the two little fellows. She only made two more dishes and it did not take much time.

She asked Soong Mingxun, "What do you want to eat?"

Soong Mingxun revealed two shallow dimples and said with a smile, "I will eat whatever elder sister does. Then I will wait for elder sister in the room."

When Yan Shu went out, she felt that something was strange, but she also felt that she was thinking too much.

This weekend, there were many people who came to the hotel to eat. The kitchen was very busy.

Yan Shu saw that they were unable to do anything, so she helped to stir-fry two dishes.

When she was free, she prepared the food for the two little fellows and asked Shan to send them home. She then washed the pot and made Soong Mingxun's food.

When Yan Shu carried the cooked food to the suite, she saw that Soong Mingxun had already changed into a set of blue home clothes.

There were a few manuscripts and a few thin scripts on the table in the living room. There was a brown guitar on the sofa beside it.

Yan Shu was surprised and asked, "You have already started working?"

"No. I just took the things out and read two pages of the script." Soong Mingxun said as he took the lunchbox from Yan Shu.

When the lid was opened, the fragrance came out.

"It smells so good." He took out his chopsticks and sat by the table, eagerly eating.

Yan Shu saw that there was still a stack of manuscripts and scripts on the table. She helped him put them aside so that the dishes wouldn't get dirty. "I know that singing has to protect the throat, so I made it light."

Soong Mingxun kept eating as if he had been hungry for a few days.

After eating a few mouthfuls, he spoke to Yan Shu when he had time. "Older sister, your cooking skills are too good. I feel that my cooking skills are not worth mentioning in front of you."

"It's just a simple home-cooked dish, yet you can cook it so delicious."

Yan Shu went to make a cup of rose tea and brought it over to him.

Looking at the pile of papers, she could not help but ask, "Singing, even acting is so tiring. Can you hold on?"

"These are all things that I love. Because I love them, I don't feel tired." Soong Mingxun said with a happy smile on his face.

"That's true." Yan Shu smiled.

She liked to cook. She always tried new dishes and new flavors tirelessly.

She was very satisfied when she saw the little guy eating the food she made with his sparkling eyes.

Soong Mingxun took out a script from the pile of papers and handed it to Yan Shu.1

"I was the male lead in this script last time."

"Can I read this?" Yan Shu asked jokingly, "Don't the scripts have to be kept secret? If I accidentally leak it to your fans, what should I do?"

"Compensation," Soong Mingxun said carelessly. "What I don't lack the most is money."

... ""

Yan Shu thought of the man who had spoken to her like that in front of her, and her mouth unconsciously twitched a few times.

There were not many words in the script.

Soong Mingxun had only eaten half a box of rice, and Yan Shu had already finished reading it.

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