After not working for almost two years, Cen Yunong deliberately set the alarm clock early and climbed out of bed at six in the morning.
Zhou Ziqiao didn't go to the university to teach today, so she could help her look after the child at home. This was also a good thing for her to save worry. After all, it is better to have a university professor look after the child than an illiterate nanny!
Moreover, Zhou Ziqiao has been out alone all year round, and has long since learned how to cook well, especially the fried eggs and fried bacon in the morning, which makes Cen Yunong unforgettable!
Sure enough, when she just came downstairs at six o'clock, she could smell the aroma of fried eggs and bacon, and of course, her favorite Singapore white coffee.
"It smells so good!" Cen Yunong sniffed her nose vigorously, with a happy expression on her pretty face.
"Are you up?" Zhou Ziqiao, wearing a Winnie the Pooh apron, looked like an angel in the morning light, giving her a feeling of warmth and happiness.
"Well." Cen Yunong slid down the stairs, jumped up to Zhou Ziqiao in three steps, and rubbed against him coquettishly, looking at him with a smile, "I don't know who will be lucky in the future.
You can be my sister-in-law!"
As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a piece of freshly fried bacon. He quickly stuffed it into his mouth without caring about heating it.
She has loved to eat secretly like this since she was a child. When she was a child, because she could never eat good food, she would put the food on the table and give it to her stepfather first, then to Zhou Yuhan, and then it was her turn to eat the last dish.
In order to grow taller and because she was not convinced, she always liked to eat secretly while cooking in the kitchen.
Later, she burned her finger once, and Zhou Ziqiao discovered it. From then on, as long as he was at home, she was not allowed to cook - he did it himself, and she served as an assistant.
The time spent cooking together is the most cherished memory in Cen Yunong's heart.
She was immersed in the blissful past, but she didn't notice that Zhou Ziqiao's hand shaking the tomatoes trembled slightly, stopped in mid-air and never moved again.
"Sister-in-law?" Zhou Ziqiao whispered, taking a deep breath, as if he didn't dare to turn around and look at Cen Yunong standing beside him.
"Why do you suddenly want a sister-in-law? Do you think I'm a hindrance to living here?" There was a warm smile on his face, but the movements of his hands were frozen in mid-air, as tight as a statue.
Cen Yunong was completely unaware of the subtle changes in his body. He just reached out and took the plate with the omelette, turned around and put it on the middle table.
"My son is older than my mother, let alone my elder brother! Although I am reluctant to let go, you can't let me delay my brother's marriage! Otherwise, you may not hate me so much!"
Cen Yunong said with a smile, and ran to Zhou Ziqiao's side again, reaching out to bring the plate of bacon.
After both plates were brought over, she realized belatedly that her brother's pestle had been there for a long time without moving.
"Brother, why are you so stunned!" Cen Yunong couldn't help but smile, his big curved eyes full of teasing, "What's the matter, when you talk about your wife, you think about it right away?"
After hearing her joke, Zhou Ziqiao finally came to his senses. He paused and coughed lightly to cover up his nervousness and gaffe.
"You girl, the older you get, the smarter you become." Zhou Ziqiao turned around, his handsome face had already changed into a relaxed expression, "You are becoming less and less worried!"
Cen Yunong smiled brightly, placed his knife and fork skillfully, and then added a spoonful and a half of sugar to his white coffee, squeezed in a few drops of fresh lemon juice, and then added a fresh green mint leaf.
It was served on a beautiful coffee saucer.
"You still remember." Zhou Ziqiao couldn't help but sigh slightly when he saw her skillful movements.
Although the girl in front of him was no longer the childish girl from a poor family, to him, she seemed to stay forever on the first day they met.
At that time, he had just entered high school. Although the curriculum of key high schools in the province was heavy, it was not difficult for him with a high IQ.
After playing basketball that day, he returned home in the envious eyes of all the girls, only to find a little girl sitting at the door.
He is thin and small, wearing coarse clothes, and his hair is messy, but fortunately it is not dirty. But his eyes are really good-looking, pure black and cold. Well, cold. There is a stern taste in the indifference.
He was startled. He didn't know why there was such a little girl sitting at the door of the apartment. He thought for a while, could it be that she was lost?
So he stepped forward, leaned over and asked her: "Little sister, where is your mother?"
The little girl looked at him and shook her head warily.
He smiled and stretched out his hand to pull her up. Unexpectedly, his hand reached in front of the little girl. The little girl just looked at him indifferently, then turned her body, turned her face in another direction, and ignored him.
he.
Zhou Ziqiao was slightly embarrassed. Just when he was stuck there unable to move, suddenly the corridor door opened and his father came out with the nanny.
"Yunong, why don't you call me brother when you see me?" The nanny always looked respectful. At this moment, she was yelling at the little girl, asking her to call her, brother?
Zhou Ziqiao could see that the little girl and he were both embarrassed. Well, he was a little embarrassed, but the little girl was more shocked.
She turned her head and stared at herself coldly, as if she was a mistress who destroyed their family...
Although in the days that followed, the little girl was slowly softened by him, and gradually became his closest family member, his dearest...sister.
younger sister.
younger sister.
Not related by blood, sister.
Zhou Ziqiao just felt choked up. This feeling of depression has been stuck in his heart since the day she grew up at the age of 18. She went from being such a small, skinny, and skinny child to a bright and beautiful girl.
The stunningly beautiful girl. Day by day, she was like an ugly duckling turning into a swan, transforming into the most beautiful butterfly in front of his eyes.
But, he couldn't, but couldn't hug her like he imagined in his dream!
He once deceived himself into thinking that as long as he left here, his heart would not be restless.
But he was wrong.
At least now, he knows how wrong he was.
The rich aroma of coffee floated quietly in the room. He lowered his head and looked at the exquisite cup of coffee in his hand, and finally spoke softly: "Xiao Nong, I have something to say to you."
Cen Yunong was eating fried eggs and ham. When he heard Zhou Ziqiao's words, he reluctantly raised his face from the plate: "What are you doing?"
Zhou Ziqiao glanced at her and saw a bacon crumb stuck to her cheek. He couldn't help laughing, and his eyes suddenly softened: "You are such a child!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the bacon crumbs from her cheeks.
Cen Yunong shrugged nonchalantly, and said half coquettishly and half seriously: "It doesn't matter, my brother is always by my side anyway, so what should I be afraid of! As long as you take care of me, I don't want to grow up!"
Zhou Ziqiao felt warm in his heart when he heard what she said. He just looked at her quietly, as if he had forgotten all the questions he wanted to ask just now.