Xiaoyi was greedy for a while, and the box was empty. She was so full that she lay on the bed and giggled. Although she was beaten and passed out, she felt lucky today. Uncle Huo invited her to dinner and received a delicious dessert.
, Xiaobai also called her, and it felt as good as a dream.
The next morning, I was thinking about what happened yesterday. If I go to school today, I will definitely get scolded. I just asked for leave.
An Xin makes breakfast for Xiaobai at home.
Her cooking skills were only so-so. During the most difficult period in the past, in order to save money, she and Xiaobai always cooked by themselves. She was the one on single days and Xiaobai on double days. They also shared the cleaning in the room.
It's her on both days, Xiaobai on both days.
Xiaobai's picky eater may be due to being pampered since he was a child. Xiaobai's family is a typical well-off family. His mother is a middle school teacher and his father is a civil servant. He was pampered by both of them since he was a child. Later, when he was fifteen years old, in order to
Dreaming of working hard on my own made life difficult.
But his bad habit of being a picky eater has not changed at all. He hates onions and won't eat onions and garlic. He especially hates eggs, especially boiled ones. He doesn't like to eat much. He was very thin for a while. Xiaoyi feels sorry for him and eats it every day.
I cooked porridge for him in different ways, chopping up various things and adding them to it, using his favorite things to cover up the taste, and then he gradually became normal again.
He likes to eat tomatoes, so Xiaoyi made the noodles himself, rolled out the noodles and made tomato noodles for him at noon, adding some chestnuts, which he liked.
When Xiaoyi carried the food and pushed out of the ward, there was already a shelf for tableware on the bed, with a bowl of lunch on it. Xiaoyi looked at the time and saw that it was not nine o'clock yet. He had a bad habit of taking time off.
When I was there, I didn't like breakfast, and you couldn't even think of him using his chopsticks. He didn't seem to notice that Xiao Yi was coming, and he was busy writing with his head down and writing songs.
Xiaoyi saw that he was very serious. It must be the time when his inspiration was the best, so he sat down quietly on the sofa in the distance and dozed off against the back of the sofa without disturbing him.
After a while, he seemed to be hungry. He raised his head and saw Xiao Yi taking a nap on the sofa. He suddenly had an idea. She closed her eyes and leaned there, her hair was slightly warm, and the sun hit her exposed face.
On half of her face, the shadow lengthened her eyelashes, and the scene looked extremely beautiful.
He seemed to have thought of something, picked up the pen he had just put down, and started writing furiously. After about half an hour, he probably finished writing, and slowly walked towards her in slippers, smiling and writing with one hand.
Pushing her: "Sluggard, get up quickly."
Xiaoyi opened her eyes a little uncomfortable, and he was standing in front of her, facing the sunlight: "Xiaobai, why did you get out of bed?"
"What's that? My injured foot is not my hand. I just changed the song I wrote for you last time. How about I sing it to you..." Before he could finish his words, he suddenly paused and his smile turned into
He looked shocked, then frowned in distress: "What happened to your face? Who did it?"
"One of my classmates, but she didn't get lucky either." Xiao Yi said lightly. She tried to cover it up with the cosmetics Song Yu gave her before, but it seemed to be unsuccessful.
"I know you won't suffer. Have you applied the medicine? Will it leave any scars?"
"I'm fine, the scar will be fine. By the way, I made the dough for you, but it probably got cold." Xiaoyi opened the thermos box and handed it to him.