In the kitchen, Xu Xinyi was also a little strange. Although her cousin was quite good at cooking, she rarely cooked since she went to college. She didn't know why she had a seizure today. She ran to pick her up as soon as school was over and then pulled her.
Then I went to the vegetable market and bought a lot of fresh meat and vegetables.
"Cousin, is it grandpa who is coming back today?" Xu Xinyi asked while picking vegetables. Ouyang Fengde's daughter is Xu Xinyi's mother, and the grandpa in Xu Xinyi's mouth refers to Ouyang Fengde.
"No! Grandpa doesn't know how long he will be crazy outside!" Ouyang Mingyu said with a smile as he stir-fried the chestnut chicken in the pot.
From a personality point of view, the gentle and shy Xu Xinyi seems more like a girl who can cook, but sometimes, the facts often contradict the suspicion.
Xu Xinyi is the only daughter in the family. She has been doted on by her parents ever since, and she does not need to do housework at all. However, Ouyang Mingyu's parents both lost their lives in a car accident when she was seven years old.
This also made Ouyang Mingyu grow up with Ouyang Fengde since he was a child. Although Ouyang Mingyu's temper is not very good, he has been very sensible since he was a child. When he was more than ten years old, he began to learn to cook. Now
, already has quite good attainments in cooking.
At this moment, Xu Xinyi was even more surprised to hear that it was not her grandfather Ouyang Fengde who had come back, and asked again: "Then what day is today? You cooked so many delicious foods?"
"Hehe, no way, we have to live a healthy life! It is also necessary to improve the quality of life occasionally." Ouyang Mingyu said with a smile, but judging from her slightly blushing expression, it was obvious that she was not telling the truth.
Zhang Yiming smelled the fragrance and approached the kitchen, and happened to catch the conversation between the two women. Although the sliding door of the kitchen was pulled up so that Zhang Yiming could not see Ouyang Mingyu's slightly blushing face, he still had a slight feeling in his heart.
touch.
"Could it be that this girl is cooking for herself?" Zhang Yiming thought with some astonishment. If it hadn't been for his complaints in the morning, why would Ouyang Mingyu suddenly become so kind? Not only did he cook, but he also couldn't do it.
Less good food?
"Woman, you have moved me. Come on, let me hug you in my heart and thank you, okay..." Someone closed his eyes affectionately, pouting his chrysanthemum-like lips to the air, and suddenly
The sliding door was moved away with a roar.
"Um, Zhang Yiming, when did you come back? Why are you hiding here so secretly?" Xu Xinyi walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of cooked chestnut chicken, but she saw Zhang Yiming leaning against the wall, stretching his neck.
Pouting his lips in a wretched manner, he frowned slightly and said /zhongjijiandao/ultimate kendo/a.
Ever since Zhang Yiming was knocked into the bathroom last night, Xu Xinyi felt an unnatural feeling when she saw Zhang Yiming. She always felt that Zhang Yiming's eyes fell on her, as if he could pierce through her clothes, and her heart felt tense. Invisibly
, which made Xu Xinyi feel wary of Zhang Yiming.
"Uh... I'm intoxicated! Wow, it smells so good!" Zhang Yiming was so intoxicated just now that he didn't notice Xu Xinyi coming out. When he heard Xu Xinyi's question, he laughed without blushing and his heart didn't beat.
"Hehe, doesn't it smell good? This is my cousin's specialty, chestnut chicken. It often makes grandpa hungry!" Upon hearing that Zhang Yiming was intoxicated by the aroma of chestnut chicken, Xu Xinyi felt a little relieved, and added
The way Zhang Yiming looked just now, it really looked like he was inhaling aroma, and his vigilance suddenly dropped by half.
"Hey, come on, let me pick up a piece and try it first." Zhang Yiming rubbed his hands, came closer, took another deep breath on the steaming plate, and exclaimed: "It smells so good!" Then he stretched out his hand.
After picking up a piece of chicken on the plate, Xu Xinyi did not refuse.
"Well, it's delicious. Hehe, I can finally have a delicious meal tonight." Zhang Yiming chuckled.
Ouyang Mingyu in the kitchen heard Zhang Yiming's excited laughter, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"He must have had a very hard life in the past! Otherwise, how could a plate of chestnut chicken make him so happy?" Ouyang Mingyu took it for granted that Zhang Yiming's excitement was entirely because of the chestnut chicken. In fact, Zhang Yiming today
A good mood comes from many aspects...
Although he was hit by a car several times, there were many good things. First, the beautiful Yu Xin took the initiative to give him a lift, and then he tasted Yan Yaoyao's red lips. Now when he returned home, he saw Ouyang Mingyu taking care of him like this.
, deliberately improve the food for himself, and the three beauties treat him like this. As a man, how can Zhang Yiming be in a bad mood?
When the meal was served, two women and one man gathered around the dining table. The two women ate gracefully, but the look of a certain man could be described as voracious.
Although Zhang Yiming's image is inelegant, Ouyang Mingyu and Xu Xinyi are very happy to see them. The greedy look of others is an affirmation of their cooking skills!
"Zhang Yiming, eat slowly, no one will compete with you!" Ouyang Mingyu chuckled. He also picked up a piece of beef with soy sauce and put it in his mouth. After taking a bite, he pursed his lips carefully.
Chewing.
"Hmm! It's okay. Mingyu, I really didn't expect that your cooking is so delicious. Hehe, I will be very lucky in the future!" Zhang Yiming chuckled, seeming to be full of longing for the future life.
When Ouyang Mingyu heard this, his face turned red, he rolled his eyes at Zhang Yiming, smiled and said: "You have a good idea! I won't cook every day and make my body smell like oil." She said today.
It was also because she was touched by Zhang Yiming's difficult life that she made such a kind gesture. She would not be happy to ask a big beauty to cook every day! Moreover, she felt that Zhang Yiming always spoke with an ambiguous meaning, "Will there be any in the future?"
There is quite a bit of ambiguity in this sentence...
"Hehe, that's right. If my cousin cooks every day and spoils your stomach, what will you do if you keep pestering my cousin in the future?" Xu Xinyi also chuckled and said with a smile.
"What can we do? I'll just keep following her! If it doesn't work, Mingyu, just marry me!" Zhang Yiming laughed shamelessly.
"Zhang Yiming, if you talk nonsense again, I will make stinky tofu for you to eat next time!" Ouyang Mingyu rolled his eyes and said, this guy has such a beautiful idea, hum/aoshidaguigong/the latest chapter of The Proud Turtle Gong/a!
"Mingyu, can you make stinky tofu?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Yiming's face immediately showed a look of surprise, and he said excitedly: "Stinky tofu, that's my favorite! Come on, let's have a supper tonight.
Just eat stinky tofu, okay?”
"..."
After dinner, the task of washing the dishes fell on Zhang Yiming. Although someone was a little reluctant, he did not contribute to the cooking, but he ate a lot of food. Therefore, Zhang Yiming had no choice but to accept the unanimous request of the two women.
.
Life in college is exciting, but also boring. After dinner, there is basically nothing to do. Ouyang Mingyu and Xu Xinyi huddled in the room playing on the computer without taking Zhang Yiming in, which made someone deeply feel that they were single.
The days are so lonely, especially when the moonlight shines, the loneliness is even more profound.
Looking at the huge bed with only his own thin body lying on it, Zhang Yiming felt that this was a shameful waste. With housing prices so high now, how could he have such a big bed to himself? Such a big bed.
, it must sleep with at least three or two people to be worthy of its existence!
"Oh, this girl Mingyu has suddenly become nice to me, but I feel embarrassed to just take advantage of it... It's really a pain in the ass! I don't know what the password of the photo album in her computer is!" Zhang Yiming put it on the bed.
He was wearing the shape of a Tai character, but his mind was thinking about the encrypted photo album in Ouyang Mingyu's computer.
"Could it be Mingyu's birthday?" Zhang Yiming suddenly raised his eyebrows and thought with some excitement that girls like to use birthdays as passwords. If they get Ouyang Mingyu's birthday, maybe they can unlock the album password!
"Hey, I'll ask another time. She's been so kind to me. I want to give her a small gift on her birthday. I shouldn't be suspected of anything, right?" Someone was smiling, but he looked very unscrupulous...
After lying down for a while and thinking about some unhealthy things in his head, Zhang Yiming finally felt that he had digested a lot of the feeling of being full after dinner, so he sat up from the bed and crossed his legs.
Zhang Yiming's strength was not obtained by accident. Although he looks a little cynical and lecherous on the outside, inside he is an out-and-out hard-working kid who never neglects his martial arts practice.
After running Yanzimen's internal skills for several weeks, Zhang Yiming exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly withdrew the skills to let the true energy in his body calm down.
"The small peak in the middle of the sixth grade, I don't know when I can go further!" Zhang Yiming murmured with some expectancy. Sometimes things like practicing kung fu don't just rely on hard work. Breakthroughs in kung fu also depend on opportunities.
coincide.
After completing the daily practice exercises, Zhang Yiming took out the Heart-stealing Mirror again.
The palm-sized heart-shaped iron block seemed a little heavy in the hand. Even if it was carried close to the body for a long time, there was no heat on it. From the beginning to the end, it was as warm and cool as water.
"Baojian, Baojian, where are your precious skills hidden?" Zhang Yiming helplessly turned over the secret book, and then sighed. He clearly held an artifact for picking up girls, but he didn't have the key to open it. Indeed,
It makes people feel extremely miserable...
"Could it be the same as the magic weapon in the prehistoric era, requiring blood or something?" Zhang Yiming guessed, and now he could only rely on guessing and gradually trying to guess.
As soon as he thought of it, Zhang Yiming's face turned grim, and he bit his middle finger, and then with a click, a little blood dripped on the secret book.
The bright red blood droplets condensed into a mung bean-sized blood bead and lay quietly on the black iron block, motionless. There was no chance that the blood would be swallowed up on the spot as Zhang Yiming imagined.
