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Chapter 163 The theme of the final competition(1/2)

Chapter 163 Finals Competition Theme

Friday afternoon.

Fang Xing was practicing singing in the company's training room. After practicing, he glanced at his phone.

Half an hour ago, Lu Xiang'er sent a WeChat message.

Lu Xiang'er: What do you want to eat tonight? I decided to try cooking by myself today.

Fang Xing: Whatever. You can do whatever you can. The fire extinguisher is placed in the cabinet on the far left. Just pull the safety cover and it will spray.

Lu Xiang'er: What do you mean?

Fang Xing: Isn’t this just in case?

Lu Xiang'er: Tell me quickly, what do you want to eat?

Fang Xing: Then just fish-flavored shredded pork.

Lu Xiang'er: Hmm...how to make fish-flavored shredded pork?

Fang Xing: It's simple. You pick up the phone, unlock the screen, find the yellow APP, open the APP, enter "shredded pork with fish flavor", click to place the order, and wait half an hour, the dish will be ready.

Lu Xiang'er: You don't believe me.(The dragon roars.jpg)

Fang Xing: How could it be? Of course I believe you...

Fang Xing: Really not possible.

Lu Xiang'er: It's too much. It's too much. Our relationship is now in jeopardy.

Fang Xing: Come on! Waiting to taste your craftsmanship.

Lu Xiang'er: Humph!



Six p.m.

Fang Xing came home from the company and opened the door. He saw no billowing smoke. The situation was better than expected.

The light in the living room was relatively dim, and Fang Xing was about to turn on the light.

Lu Xiang'er's voice suddenly came from inside: "Don't turn on the light, just come in."

Fang Xing felt a little strange. He put the key on the shoe cabinet and walked in to take a look.

I saw only the light of two candles on the dining table.

The dim firelight swayed gently, illuminating the living room and creating a soft atmosphere.

On the dining table, three dishes, one soup, and two drinks were placed.

Obviously this was a candlelight dinner specially prepared by Lu Xiang'er.

Fang Xing felt a little weird in his heart. He usually thought she was silly, but he didn't expect that she would create such an atmosphere after being obsessed with her.

"Sit down quickly." Lu Xiang'er pointed to the seat opposite.

Fang Xing sat down and took a look at the dishes on the table.

Lu Xiang'er pursed her lips and smiled: "How is it?"

Fang Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "It looks pretty good. Which store did you order it from?"

Lu Xiang'er pretended to be angry with a straight face: "What! I...I did it."

Fang Xing picked up the chopsticks, turned over the shredded fish-flavored pork, and said while suppressing a smile: "Shred green peppers, shredded carrots, and shredded pork. They are all cut neatly. It doesn't take more than ten years of knife skills to make them."

"Looks like I'm lucky because my girlfriend is a secret chef."

Lu Xiang'er's cheeks were a little red and she admitted: "Okay. This dish is made using the method you taught me. At least I can cook this dish."

She pointed to another bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

Fang Xing used chopsticks to fish out the seaweed and egg drop soup again: "This egg drop is beaten so finely that there are no eggs in one piece. Moreover, the seaweed and egg drop soup in general stores does not contain bok choy and is very processed.

good."

Lu Xiang'er's eyes widened: "Can you see this?"

Fang Xing shook his head and smiled: "But the cabbage is well placed, very good."

Lu Xiang'er pouted and said, "I saw that there were not many green vegetables, so I washed some and processed them. At least I made them myself."

Fang Xing gave a thumbs up and said, "Very talented, great."

Lu Xiang'er always felt that this sounded strange, so she reached out and patted the rice cooker and said, "At least I cooked the rice. This is definitely true."

Fang Xing glanced at the rice cooker and asked uncertainly: "Did you put the water in when you cooked the rice?"

"Do you think I'm stupid? Of course I'll let it go, and I've checked how much water to put in, so I'm sure it won't be wrong." Lu Xiang'er assured confidently.

"Okay, then I'll try some rice."

Fang Xing said, picked up the rice spoon, turned on the rice cooker, and prepared to serve rice.

However, after opening the lid of the rice cooker, the rice spoon froze in mid-air.

"What's wrong?" Lu Xiang'er asked in confusion.

"This rice looks a bit strange. The rice is rice and the water is water. It's quite original." Fang Xing commented seriously.

Lu Xiang'er frowned in confusion, stood up and looked into the rice cooker, and was stunned.

Just as Fang Xing described it, the rice in the rice cooker is rice and the water is water, just like when they were first put in.

Lu Xiang'er's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief: "Did I forget to press the switch?"

Fang Xing pulled out the plug from the back of the rice cooker and said, "It's not that I forgot to press the switch, you didn't even plug it in!"

Poof!

Lu Xiang'er burst out laughing, covered her mouth and walked aside, covering her head with a curtain.

"It's okay, it's good, at least it didn't burn the pot."

Fang Xing said, plugged in the electricity, started the rice cooker and started cooking.

Lu Xiang'er got into the curtains, laughed for a while, stuck her head out, and warned: "Don't tell anyone about this, especially don't let Ning Xiaoyun know, otherwise she will laugh to death from me."

Fang Xing suppressed a smile and said, "She should be used to your cheating status, right?"

Lu Xiang'er insisted and shook her head: "No way! Ning Xiaoyun and I are together, and I take care of her."

"Are you sure?" Fang Xing looked disbelieving.

"Of course." Lu Xiang'er nodded very firmly.

"I'll just pretend it is. Come and eat the food quickly. Eat the food first, and after half an hour, the meal will be almost ready." Fang Xing began to invite her to come over and eat the food.

While eating, Fang Xing praised: "Not bad, not bad, this dish is well ordered."

Lu Xiang'er kept rolling her eyes.

After the meal was finished, Lu Xiang'er brought a plate of fruit.

It's almost eight o'clock.

Lu Xiang'er turned on the TV, and the two of them watched TV under the candlelight.

She watched very carefully, especially when Fang Xing sang.

She was at the scene at the time, and now watching it again on TV, she feels very satisfied.

When she was at the scene, she was worried that the song was not sung for her, so she felt a little confused.

Don't worry now, when you look at these pictures, you feel completely different.

"By the way, you don't have to record "Singing" anymore. Aren't you free?" Lu Xiang'er remembered something and asked.

"What? You want me to take you out to play?" Fang Xing guessed.

Lu Xiang'er shook his head and said: "Didn't I get a ranking in the last violin competition? I got the qualification to participate in the Paganini International Violin Competition. The competition will be held next month. So I have to practice piano seriously. If you

If we have less time, our time will not match up."

Fang Xing said: "Actually, I'm preparing for the Spring Festival Gala, so I'm not too busy. I'll fly to Kyoto to rehearse next week."

Lu Xiang'er's eyes suddenly widened and she exclaimed, "Really? We're going to the Spring Festival Gala?"

"I'm not completely sure yet. It depends on the effect of the combination." Fang Xing didn't finish his sentence.

"Yes, you have many songs that are suitable for singing at the Spring Festival Gala. Which song is going to be performed at the Spring Festival Gala?" Lu Xiang'er's eyes were shining and she hurriedly asked.

"Currently, we have selected "Song of the Seven Sons" and "Young China"." Fang Xing replied.

"This is too fast. The Spring Festival Gala is coming so soon." Lu Xiang'er's eyes were filled with little stars, and she was even more excited than Fang Xing.

At this moment.

The eighth episode of "Singing" comes to the back.

Zhong Yuanxun won third place that night. In the final preparation session, he vowed to win first place and said that he had figured out the characteristics of the domestic audience, which is that they like singers to sing high notes.
To be continued...
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