"There seems to be a stack of plastic over there in the study."
Song Jiamu couldn't reach the air conditioner, so he went to the study and moved a chair over.
It was a very ordinary red plastic high chair. I took out one and stepped on it to test the height. It was still a little off, so I stacked two more and stepped on it.
Yun Shuqian, who was washing vegetables in the kitchen, appeared at the door of the room again at some point. She was wearing an apron and was tearing the baby cabbage in her hand.
Seeing Song Jiamu standing so tall, she was quite nervous.
"Be careful."
Yun Shuqian put down the dishes, walked over and bent down to hold the chair.
"You're so tight."
Song Jiamu pried open the air conditioner cover several times but failed to do so.
"It definitely won't work if you force it like this. Look for any other openings."
"The one in my room is very loose, and it opens with a little effort."
Song Jiamu didn't force himself, because there was no ladder, and he couldn't see clearly whether there were any buckles on the air conditioner, so he could only raise his arms and look up to slowly explore.
Yun Shuqian also looked up. She bent down to hold the chair and looked up even more tired, so she stood up again and held his butt.
Feeling the small hands on her buttocks, Song Jiamu lowered his head and glanced at her.
"What would happen to me if I touched you like this?"
"You will die miserably. Also, please pay attention to your wording. When did I touch you?"
Yun Shuqian slapped his butt angrily.
The sound is crisp and loud.
This made her feel a different kind of fun. Song Jiamu's butt was quite perky, and it looked very elastic due to regular exercise.
The two have known each other for such a long time. What's wrong with touching his butt, but he can't touch her, otherwise he will be acting like a hooligan!
"I remember this slap." Song Jiamu lowered his head and glanced at her.
"...What do you mean, are you threatening me?" Yun Shuqian slapped his butt again. Not to mention, this is really addictive.
"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble..."
Song Jiamu felt uncomfortable being photographed by her. After groping for a while with his fingers, he finally found the buckle of the air conditioner cover.
"No need to help, just get out of the way, a lot of dust will fall on your hair later."
"Then be careful."
Yun Shuqian stepped back a little, and Song Jiamu opened the air conditioner cover with a click. A thin stream of smoke and dust floated up. Fortunately, it had not been washed before, but it was quite dirty from last year to now.
Song Jiamu fanned his mouth and nose with his palms and took out two air conditioning filters.
"Look, is it dirty?" He looked a little proud, as if the dirtier he was, the more sense of accomplishment he had.
"yue~ so disgusting!"
Yun Shuqian was shocked. He looked at the two filters covered with dust and dirt. He didn't know how many bacteria were hidden inside. The air conditioner looked clean from the outside, but it was so dirty inside. When he thought about how he breathed this in winter and summer, he was shocked.
The wind blowing from inside gave her goosebumps.
"Take it out and soak it, and then bring me a rag and a small basin." Song Jiamu ordered Yun Shuqian.
"oh oh."
Yun Shuqian was very well-behaved. She ran out holding two pieces of filter mesh in her fingers, and soon brought over a small plastic basin and a rag.
"Ah, I forgot to tell you, it's best to add some disinfectant."
"……oh oh."
Yun Shuqian ran out again.
Song Jiamu felt very excited, he could actually command her! Is this what it felt like to give orders? He was even more greedy for the position of president.
Yun Shuqian added disinfectant and came over holding a small basin and a rag.
"Want me to help you wring out the rag?"
"Give it all to me."
"Then you take it..."
Yun Shuqian put the rag in the water basin and held it up to him. Song Jiamu held the water basin in his left hand and held the rag dry with his right hand. He carefully wiped the air conditioning grid, wind direction dial, and other sanitary dead spots above the air conditioner.
once.
A basin of water also turned pitch black.
"I've been standing here for a long time. My neck feels sore when I raise my head. My legs also feel sore. Please give me a squeeze on my legs."
"oh oh……"
Yun Shuqian felt like he couldn't do anything, so he had to raise his little hands and squeeze his calves and thighs.
After pinching him twice, she finally felt something was wrong. She blushed and slapped him on the butt again.
"Song Jiamu, you are addicted to summoning people, aren't you?"
"...It's really sour."
"Then finish it quickly and don't wait any longer!"
"Okay, okay..."
Song Jia numbly wiped the air conditioner, tremblingly handed her the small basin and rag, and said cautiously: "Change the water for me..."
"……oh."
Yun Shuqian then helped him change the water.
After scrubbing it twice, the sanitation of the air conditioner is considered complete. After all, we are not professional in repairing air conditioners, so this is okay.
If you hire someone outside to do it, the disassembly and cleaning will be more thorough, but it will cost at least two hundred yuan to start with.
Song Jiamu used to be envious of those who repaired air conditioners, worked as teachers, worked as supervisors, and delivered express delivery. He never expected that he could hardly get the entire air conditioner in the beautiful girl's house. He didn't get anything out of it, and even received a few slaps on his butt.
As for standing on the chair and looking down, will you see the scenery inside the girl's collar? For Yun Shuqian, such a scenery does not exist unless you bury your head in it, like Graves' line
'Put your head down, bury your head down!'
"Be careful and give me the basin."
"You still care about me?"
"I'm afraid that if you fell down at my house and it was known that you secretly came to my house, it would look weird!"
Song Jiamu thought about it for a while. He was probably limping while holding on to his waist. Even his parents didn't believe that he was just here to wash the air conditioner, right?
Yun Shuqian put the basin on the ground and stretched out her little hand to pick it up. Song Jiamu took the girl's soft and white hand, and with the help of her strength, he got down from the high chair "seemingly clumsily".
The reason for appearing 'clumsy' is of course gentleness. You see, Yun Shuqian feels valuable at this moment and has a sense of participation.
His palm was much hotter than hers. When he held it, Yun Shuqian's heartbeat would speed up. After seeing him come down, she calmly withdrew her hand.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You go back to the kitchen and wash the vegetables. I will wash the filter."
"Okay, then hurry up and finish it. We will eat in a while."
Yun Shuqian picked up the baby cabbage and returned to the kitchen.
Occasionally, when she looked back through the bathroom door, she could see Song Jiamu cleaning the filter carefully for her.
He rolled up his trousers. He had several times more hair on his calves than she did, and his calves were not as tender as tofu like hers. He had strong muscles, and the two filters in his hands were very dirty and watery.
When it was washed down, it turned into gray-black color. He carefully brushed it with a small brush, cleaned it and then washed it again with disinfectant water.
The girl in an apron put the washed dishes on the plate one by one, and arranged the plate specially. The ingredients on the plate were arranged like flowers, which looked very beautiful. After they were done, they took them out and put them on the dining table.
She brought the induction cooker, turned it on to boil water, and put in the hot pot base. It was a very healthy soup base, including wolfberry, red dates, angelica and so on.
Then put the chicken in, and add some chicken to the seafood soup to cook, which will make it taste even better.
Song Jiamu returned to her room, put the air conditioner filter back, closed the air conditioner cover, and started the air conditioner to blow the air.
"The air feels a lot cleaner!" Yun Shuqian didn't know when she stood next to him again. She even had the illusion that Song Jiamu stood in her room very harmoniously and matched well.
"It's true or false, isn't it a psychological effect?"
“It’s really much cleaner! When the air conditioner was first turned on, the air blowing out had a weird smell.”
"Ah, I'm so exhausted."
"Thank you~"
"What, what did you say?"
"I said, thank you, I am really lucky to have you." The girl gritted her teeth.
"Don't dare, don't dare..."
Song Jiamu picked up the chair. The two high chairs were stacked on top of each other. After being stepped on for so long, they actually merged into one body and couldn't be pulled out.
"Do me a favor."
"You must be too heavy...!"
Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian each grabbed a chair and pulled it out in two directions, and then they pulled it out.
"Let's eat!"
"Wash your hands and go quickly."
Seeing him about to take the bowl and chopsticks, Yun Shuqian patted the back of his hand.
Song Jiamu had no choice but to wash his hands. He had already washed them, but he had to wash them again before eating. This was a damn ritual.
Sitting opposite Yun Shuqian, Song Jiamu couldn't help but praise her as he looked at the table full of ingredients, the beautiful presentation, and the gurgling soup in the pot.
"Hey Yun Shuqian, you are quite capable! If you let me clean it up, it will definitely be a mess."
"I bought the soup base, and it's just a matter of washing the vegetables. There is no technical content." He said this, but hearing his flattery, Yun Shuqian was still very happy.
She put a lot of thought into setting up the plate, but when she said it it turned into "throw it on the plate and it will be like this"
Song Jiamu once suspected that if he put her mouth in a hot pot for two hours, he would probably be able to break out the teeth-like hardness after taking it out.
"I didn't make your dipping sauce, you can make it yourself."
"What did you put in that bowl?"
"Tahini, a little fermented bean curd, mashed garlic, light soy sauce, add some soup so it won't be salty, and then there's a lot of coriander."
"...You don't have to say anything about coriander, I can see it."
Song Jiamu was speechless. Her bowl was full of coriander. Before she started eating, she had already eaten the coriander.
"Let me show you what dipping sauce is delicious."
Song Jiamu took the bowl, poured some chili oil, added sesame paste, spicy millet and minced green onion and garlic, then added a little sugar, and like her, added a little soup and stirred it.
“It smells delicious!”
"...What kind of dark dipping sauce is that?"
"I admit that you can cook, but you're not as good as me when it comes to making dipping sauces. Why don't you make hot pot a little spicy?"
"That's because you've never tasted my dipping sauce. It's 10,000 times more delicious than yours."
Well, when it comes to hot pot seasonings, ten thousand people have ten thousand recipes, but everyone thinks their own recipe is the most delicious.
"Would you like some drinks?"
"Okay, there is a refrigerator."
"what would you like?"
"It will be all right."
Song Jiamu looked around and took a few cans of beer.
Plan to bully her.
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(Thank you to the leader of Baige Dazzling! The boss is handsome! The boss is making a fortune! The boss is happy every year and everything goes well!)