This military jacket is wide and wide, and it can almost cover most of Song Xiangran's body, especially the coat seems to have some familiar flavor.

After understanding that this was probably a coat that Fang Qingming often wore, Song Xiangran blushed, feeling that he was surrounded by Fang Qingming's breath, and he felt quite secure.

"Brother Qing Ming. Song Xiangran sat up and folded his coat neatly on the sofa.

Seeing that Song Xiangran finally woke up, Fang Qingming rubbed his eyes, closed the large stack of materials, and stretched.

"Wake up, let's go home. Fang Qingming picked up the car keys from the table.

The word "go home" made Song Xiangran stunned.

"Okay. Song Xiangran had just woken up, and the whole person was ignorant, following behind Fang Qingming, walking in small steps.

When he got outside, Song Xiangran found that it was already afternoon.

The setting sun stained the sky red, and a few clouds lay leisurely on the horizon.

After getting in the car, Song Xiangran remembered a question, before going to bed, they came to the army for lunch, and now that she woke up, it was time for dinner.

However, Fang Qingming obviously had no intention of continuing to eat in the canteen.

"Brother Qingming, what are we going to eat at night?" Song Xiangran asked.

"Eat. Fang Qingming said.

Song Xiangran was speechless for a while.

"But there is no food in the refrigerator at home. Song Xiangran recalled the refrigerator with only two eggs.

"We're going to the market now and buying some groceries. Fang Qingming thought about it and turned the car in a different direction.

At this time in the afternoon, there are not many people in the vegetable market, but there are not many small vendors selling vegetables.

Fang Qingming seemed to be very skilled, walked straight to a few small vendors, skillfully picked and selected, and paid.

"Brother Qingming, you are so skilled. Song Xiangran suddenly admired Fang Qingming a little.

As far as Song Xiangran knew, almost no men could cook, so Song Xiangran couldn't help but worship Fang Qingming's ability to cook.

Fang Qingming raised his eyebrows disapprovingly and said, "Isn't it strange?"

"It's not strange, it's just that I haven't seen it much, and my dad can't cook. Song Xiangran said honestly.

Fang Qingming turned his head to look at Song Xiangran and laughed softly.

"Is there anything you'd like to eat?" Fang Qingming looked at Song Xiangran, his expression seemed as if there was nothing he couldn't cook.

Song Xiangran thought about it seriously and said, "Scrambled eggs with carrots?"

"You look down on me too much. Fang Qingming pursed the corners of his lips helplessly.

"Do you like duck?" Fang Qingming pointed to a duck and asked Song Xiangran.

The duck was still alive, and when she saw Song Xiangran, she barked at her a few times.

"Beer duck?" Song Xiangran remembered that once Chen Meiyun made a beer duck, and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

The duck didn't dare to call for an instant, because Song Xiangran's eyes were glowing when he looked at it, and the duck took a few steps back.

Fang Qingming pointed to the duck and said to the boss: "Just this one, half is fine." "

"Okay. The boss expertly grabbed the duck and got to work.

The whole process was done in one go, although for most girls, they would be a little scared when they saw this kind of scene, but Song Xiangran felt breathtaking.

"Uncle, you're so skillful. Song Xiangran gave a thumbs up to the boss.

The boss smiled innocently, then put the cut duck into a bag and handed it to Fang Qingming.

On the way back, Fang Qingming couldn't help but ask Song Xiangran: "Xiangran, weren't you afraid when the boss killed the duck just now?"

"Why be afraid?" Song Xiangran looked at Fang Qingming in confusion.

"Don't you feel bloody?" Fang Qingming raised his eyebrows, he remembered the last time he saw Hou Tingting crying because she stepped on an earthworm to death.

Song Xiangran recalled the duck killing process just now, shook his head and said: "It's a bit bloody, but I read it with reverence, and I'm very happy to think that I can eat beer duck later." "

Fang Qingming smiled and said, "You are very honest. "

Finally arrived at Fang's house, Fang Qingming rolled up his sleeves and started cooking.

And Song Xiangran, who originally wanted to be lazy, was caught by Fang Qingming to help him.

Everything else is fine, but Fang Qingming actually asked Song Xiangran to chop vegetables!

Song Xiangran trembled and picked up the knife and began to cut the shredded carrots intently.

The final product is a bunch of shredded carrots of different thicknesses, and it may be more accurate to say that there are long carrot pieces.

Fang Qingming looked at the plate of shredded carrots, sighed silently in his heart, took out the shredded carrots, and cut them again.

"Brother Qingming, your knife work is so good. Song Xiangran watched Fang Qingming cut the shredded carrots of different thicknesses and cut them again, and the approximate thickness was about the same.

Fang Qingming held back a smile, brushed the pot again, put some oil, and when the oil began to sizzle, he put the plate of shredded carrots in.

After a while, the shredded carrots softened and the oil turned golden.

Fang Qingming took out the shredded carrots, poured the beaten eggs into the pot, and when they were about to be fried, he poured the shredded carrots just now into a piece and stir-fried.

The sweet fragrance of shredded carrots, mixed with the aroma of some eggs, made Song Xiangran swallow his saliva.

Song Xiangran felt that he was always greedy today, otherwise why did he keep swallowing saliva?

Finally, a plate of scrambled eggs with shredded carrots, a plate of beer duck, and a bowl of tea tree mushroom soup were served.

It's simple, but it's nutritionally balanced.

After tasting a sip of tea tree mushroom soup, Song Xiangran smashed it and said, "Brother Qingming, you should change careers to become a chef." "

Fang Qingming raised his eyebrows slightly, also took a bowl of tea tree mushroom soup, and took a few sips.

"It's okay, it's fresh. Fang Qingming was quite satisfied with the tea tree mushroom soup he cooked.

"Brother Qingming, it's a pity that you are not a chef. Song Xiangran sandwiched several chopsticks and carrot shredded scrambled eggs, and said with emotion.

After eating beer duck, Song Xiangran didn't have time to speak, so he just ate it.

Looking at Song Xiangran, who was feasting in front of him, Fang Qingming also felt that these dishes were delicious.

This is the first time that Fang Qingming feels that cooking is such an interesting thing.

After eating, Song Xiangran volunteered to take on the responsibility of washing and cleaning up the dishes.

Fortunately, although Song Xiangran can't do it, he can wash dishes. Otherwise, Fang Qingming really didn't dare to let Song Xiangran do housework.

After washing the dishes, Fang Qingming looked at the clock and asked, "Xiangran, do you want to go for a walk when you're full?"

"Just the two of us?" Song Xiangran asked while washing his hands.

After asking, Song Xiangran began to regret it.

Fang Qingming raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "You can find the third person in the family, you can also do it." "

Song Xiangran hurriedly shook his head and said, "Don't do it!"

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