Jian Jian stayed in the kitchen for more than an hour, banging, banging, banging, and finally cooked the porridge. She washed the bowls and pots several times and scalded them with boiling water before she was satisfied.
He brought it to the dining table and reluctantly shouted into the living room, "It's time to eat."
Yi Huaiyang came in after hearing the sound, and his tall figure suddenly made the originally spacious and bright hall, where you could easily walk around at will, become small, even a little narrow. The air suddenly disappeared even more, as if it was suddenly stolen.
Okay, I just had shortness of breath and took a few shots.
"Porridge?" Yi Huaiyang looked at the white porcelain bowl on the table. It was cooked just right, not too dry, and there was no excess water. The white porridge was still smoking. It looked very appetizing and attracted people's sympathy.
Endless.
"That's right, otherwise what do you think it is? You don't have anything at home except rice. It's difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Even if she has that skill, she won't be able to use it." There are not even any preserved eggs, not to mention that you want one.
The finishing touch is the green onions. It is a complete waste to have a large refrigerator. It also uses electricity.
"Ahem." Yi Huaiyang coughed dryly, and a touch of embarrassment flashed across his handsome face. He also forgot that there was nothing in his house, except for things for rest. If it weren't for Zhong Bo, rice would be a luxury, let alone drink.
It's impossible to lose your porridge.
Yi Huaiyang took a sip from the spoon and slowly put it into his mouth. He didn't add anything. It was very light but very fragrant. The first taste made him feel warm in his heart. He raised his eyes and saw that not only was the original color on Jian Jian's cheeks gone,
The two lumps of flesh that looked a little childish added a bit of maturity. The tip of his nose was probably bored in the kitchen for a long time, and there were a few beads on the tip of his head. The pair of eyes stared at him expectantly, as if
There was a beautiful and delicious meal in front of me. After I swallowed the food in my mouth, I said appreciatively, "It's delicious." Even though it was just a simple white porridge.
She simply twitched the corner of her mouth, a little embarrassed. She thought Yi Huaiyang would vomit, but this really made her a little unprepared. "Then I'll go back first."
“How much is the fare and laundry?”
He couldn't move his steps before walking to the restaurant. He simply pursed his slightly dry lips and said, "Yi Huaiyang, what do you mean?" His eyes were filled with disbelief, and there were sorrow and joy in his eyes like a child, but they were sandwiched between them.
The light of surprise.
I am so kind-hearted, I am feeding the donkey's liver and lungs to the dog.
Yi Huaiyang's Adam's apple rolled up and down, "I don't want to owe you anything."
Her simple and small chest was filled with anger, and a ball of fire burned her reason. "You don't want to owe me anything." She half-sneered, and fluttered her long eyelashes, "Feed the dog."
After saying that, he huffed and left without looking back.
Yi Huaiyang stared at the tightly closed door, thinking as if in a trance. No one knew what he was thinking. After a long time, he turned his head, took a spoonful and put it into his mouth. When it cooled, it condensed into a ball.
Some of them are difficult to swallow, and some are slightly bitter, just like the bowls of dark Chinese medicine I drank when I was a child. They are astringent and bitter, and they are bitter to the heart.
He simply wanted to leave, but he just said it in a hurry, but who knew it was so hurtful. The water flowed out by the words he said could not be taken back, and he could only make mistakes.
Jian Jian rushed downstairs in a fit of anger, looked at the window with the bed curtains drawn, and glared hard for a few times. Although she wanted money, she didn't want to charge for just cooking a bowl of porridge for others.