"How about it, I'm pretty good."

Song Jiamu turned the racket proudly. His fingers were slender and beautiful. As a hand controller, Yun Shuqian liked his hands the most. Even when she hated him so much before, she couldn't find anything wrong with his hands.

The racket is also very obedient in his hand, as if it is performing acrobatics, this guy can be cool.

"It's just average."

Yun Shuqian went over to pick up the ball. She had to bend down to pick up the ball.

And when bending down, she would cover her collar in a ladylike manner to prevent non-existent exposure.

After thinking about it, she learned how to use the racket to pick up the ball like Song Jiamu did. Unfortunately, she could easily scoop up the vegetables in the pot with the spatula, but when she used the racket, she couldn't scoop up the badminton ball on the floor.

Seeing her clumsy look, Song Jiamu also found it funny.

"You need to be more flexible with your fingers. Use your wrist like this, with some rotational force, and pick it up quickly and lightly...Hey, wouldn't it be nice?"

Song Jiamu easily picked up the ball with his racket and played with it steadily with one hand.

"Slow down, I didn't see clearly!"

"...This movement can't be slowed down. Try it yourself."

Song Jiamu put the ball back on the floor. Yun Shuqian was like a little quail, with his left hand slightly stretched back, half-bent, sticking out his little butt, and clumsily holding the racket with his right hand to scratch the floor.

Fortunately, it wasn't a frosted concrete floor, otherwise no matter how many times she slapped it, the paint would be scratched off.

Although she has been unable to pick up the ball, Yun Shuqian is having a lot of fun.

It turned out that she liked this kind of life more and more. If Song Jiamu was not here, she would probably just cook some noodles and have nothing to do after eating. After taking a bath early, she would go back to her room to read and write alone.

Lying on the bed and sleeping.

Song Jiamu had always been in her life, and it was only now that she felt that he had broken into her life again like he did when she was a child.

"I don't care, you have to teach me anyway, and I will beat you sooner or later."

"What if I never win?"

"Then keep fighting!"

She held the racket like a sword and threatened him fiercely.

The dumplings are steamed in the kitchen.

Yun Shuqian gave the racket to Song Jiamu. Song Jiamu put the racket away and she went to the kitchen to serve dumplings.

He opened the lid of the pot, and when it was steaming, Yun Shuqian took out the plate with tongs.

At this point, she particularly admired her parents, because they seemed not to be afraid of being burned and could take out the plates with their bare hands.

"Wash your hands and eat. You can prepare the dipping sauce yourself."

Yun Shuqian took the dumplings out and put them on the coffee table. If there weren't too many dishes, she always liked to sit on the sofa with Song Jiamu and eat them.

Just like adjusting hot pot dipping sauce, there are 10,000 ways for 10,000 people to prepare it, and everyone thinks their own recipe is the most delicious.

Song Jiamu put a spoonful of minced garlic, a spoonful of chopped green onion, a spoonful of sugar, a spoonful of vinegar, a spoonful of soy sauce, a few grains of spicy millet, and some sesame oil.

Just put a spoonful of dried shrimps, a spoonful of sesame paste, a spoonful of chopped peanuts, a spoonful of sesame oil, and lots and lots of coriander.

The coriander is grown by herself, and it tastes particularly fragrant to her.

"Want a drink?" Song Jiamu opened the refrigerator.

"I want orange juice!" Yun Shuqian turned on the TV and looked for the program he wanted to watch.

Song Jiamu poured two glasses of orange juice and sat down next to her. The sofa sank a little softly, so the girl next to him also leaned a little closer to him softly.

"What do you want to see?"

"this."

Yun Shuqian turned on Bili TV, and there was a recent program called "The Unpredictable Abo and His Schoolmate". She liked to watch this kind of sweet stuff.

"What a scam, why do you need to sign up for an extra membership to watch TV..."

“You can choose TV screencasting on the app, and there are also bullet screens for screencasting.”

"Ah, can it still be like this?"

Yun Shuqian opened the Bili app on his mobile phone again. After using the screen mirroring, he was able to watch it, and there were also barrage. When he watched the barrage directly on the TV, he instantly felt that he had paid the IQ tax before.

"It's delicious. Try this."

Song Jiamu took a dumpling and dipped it in his own seasoning, then put it in Yun Shu's shallow bowl.

The plump and white dumplings were still stained with a few chopped green onions. Yun Shuqian was stunned for a moment, and then he naturally put them into his mouth.

She has a small mouth, and Song Jiamu takes one dumpling at a time, but she has to bite it in two bites.

“It’s so spicy!”

"This is quite spicy."

"You taste mine."

She also gave Song Jiamu some dumplings, with several slices of coriander on them.

Song Jiamu ate it in one bite.

In fact, both of them can eat onions and coriander. As their relationship changes, even their tastes begin to change.

The couple looks like they are eating each other's saliva all day long, and their eating habits tend to be the same. In the end, the couple becomes more and more similar.

"What are you talking about? Is the heroine so small?"

"Hmm~ Pure love episode."

"Father's love story, right?"

The two of them were eating dumplings while watching the show. When the male and female protagonists interacted in the scene, Yun Shuqian would watch it very seriously, and then the movement of eating dumplings would slow down, and the corner of his mouth would make his aunt smile.

Song Jiamu felt that watching her was more interesting than watching the show.

If he wasn't afraid of being beaten by her, Song Jiamu would definitely take a photo of her expression and make an emoticon.

Looking at the clinginess of the heroine in the series, Song Jiamu remembered that when Yun Shuqian was a child, she would cling to him in class, cling to him after class, cling to him when eating, and cling to him like an octopus when sleeping.

Song Jiamu gently knocked her shoulder.

"Hey, the clouds are thin and shallow."

"What are you doing? Don't disturb me."

"If you were in love, would you be so clingy?"

"Hey, how is it possible..."

…

After eating the dumplings, my stomach was full and satisfied.

After packing up, Song Jiamu picked up his schoolbag and went home.

Yun Shuqian helped him watch the wind, leaned on the cat's eye and looked at the door opposite, then quickly opened the door to let him out.

It's already seven o'clock in the evening, and my parents are having dinner.

When they heard the door open, they all turned to look at him.

"I'm back."

Song Jiamu put down his schoolbag, supported the wall with one hand, and buckled off his shoes with the other hand.

The kitten sitting on his usual dining chair also ran over, and one of them swooped into his crotch.

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"Meow~"

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat it. The dumplings I ate tonight, what do you two eat?"

Song Jiamu hugged Nian Nian and walked over to take a look.

Mom and dad held forks in their left hands and knives in their right hands, and were eating steak happily.

It was decorated like a Western restaurant, with white porcelain plates and red wine on hand. The steak looked like it was carefully prepared by my father. The presentation was also very beautiful. In addition to the fragrant steak, there were also pasta and Western dishes.

Orchids, carrots and fried eggs, paired with a glass of red wine, this is a bourgeois life!

"I'm not at home, you just eat this?!"

"Yeah, if you're not here, we can just make some."

Song Jiamu was tired and didn't like it. Why was this way of opening different from other people's homes? He thought his parents knew how to make plain porridge with dried radish. He felt a little guilty for eating dumplings next door. Now when he saw it, this couple

Steak and red wine were served.

"Are you full? There is still some noodles in the kitchen."

"It's better to eat dumplings to be healthy. I'm going to take a shower. I'll go to Yun Shuqian's house to code words later. You two can continue to live in the world of two."
To be continued...