To have such a strange dream, it seems that I am really hungry. I need to wake up quickly and buy breakfast to fill my belly.
He chuckled to himself, patted his forehead, turned around, and walked toward the bedroom, intending to return to bed and "wake up and wake up."
Zuo Qingqing, who was serving porridge, heard the noise, turned around and glanced at him, seeming to be looking at him, but not looking at him, then immediately turned around, "Hey, you woke up so early? Go and wash up.
, you can have breakfast soon.”
Tang Ziqian paused and slowly turned his head back inch by inch. After a long time, he responded stupidly, "Oh." Then he turned back three times and walked into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and shaved.[
Everything in front of me is too real to be like a dream. Could it be...
Tang Ziqian stopped splashing water on his face, supported the sink with both arms, and stared at his reflection in the water. He hesitated, raised his hand, and pinched his cheek hard.
It will hurt! That means
He raised his head suddenly and stared at his head in the mirror as if he was seeing a ghost. He was so stunned that he couldn't move.
If it hurts, it means it's not a dream... So, was that person just now really Zuo Qingqing?
After hesitating for three seconds, he left the sink, rushed to the door, paused, stuck his head out, and looked towards the living room.
The table, chairs, sofas, and furnishings all remained unchanged. The only thing that changed was that Zuo Qingqing had finished handling the things in the kitchen and came to the living room carrying steaming salty porridge.
He was so surprised that he just stared blankly at the white figure, standing at the dining table, half-bent, and his movements were natural, as if he had done it thousands of times before, neatly placing the dishes and chopsticks.
It really wasn't a dream, and I saw it right, she really cooked breakfast at his house...
What he saw before him was completely beyond his cognition. He had come into contact with Zuo Xiwu several times. He was a standard Zhong Kui, a wife slave and a daughter slave at home. Under such prerequisites, Zuo Qingqing could actually cook.
It's really unreasonable.
However, he felt that her busy figure was not obtrusive at all, but more like a mistress who was born for this house. He saw that unknown warmth overflowed from his heart until it filled the entire place.
heart.
He had never felt this kind of feeling with any woman.
Zuo Qingqing, who was busy, seemed to realize that she was being looked at. She raised her head and met his head sticking out of the door and his dull eyes.