After coming back from Nanfang Yunyan that day, Gu Xiaoman has been in a trance, she has been thinking about how to tell Du Shiyan that she wants to go to Ji Nan to learn cooking.

After all, it's not her alone now, and she hasn't graduated from college yet, so there's a gap between her and him, if she runs halfway to learn cooking, will she get farther and farther away from him?

Originally, she was a little confused in the past two days, and an old friend of Aunt Su came to Jiangcheng, so Du Shiyan allowed her to take a few days off to hang out with her friends.

Now there are only the two of them left in the villa, and the three meals a day are Gu Xiaoman's masterpieces.

This weekend, Du Shiyan rarely didn't go out, and was busy in the study early in the morning.

After changing his clothes and going downstairs, Gu Xiaoman walked into the kitchen, ready to make egg fried rice for Du Shiyan.

After a busy morning, Du Shiyan, who was tired all over, was aroused by a fragrance of gluttonous worms in his stomach.

Stretching, Du Shiyan went downstairs and saw a busy figure in the kitchen.

Glancing at the place where he was lying on his stomach just now, he ...... Why did you fall asleep in the living room? And on the table.

Hearing the footsteps, Gu Xiaoman turned around and looked over, watching him go downstairs, Gu Xiaoman turned off the fire, and then walked out of the kitchen.

"Uncle, are you done?"

With a soft 'um' answer, Du Shiyan looked sideways at the kitchen.

"Uh...... That one will be ready in a minute, wait a minute. Gu Xiaoman pointed to the kitchen behind him, and the rice in the pot was making a 'sizzling' sound.

"Good. ”

"Hmm. With a chuckle, Gu Xiaoman nodded and turned around and threw himself into the kitchen again.

Eating egg fried rice alone will be very dry, and it is morning, Gu Xiaoman cooked some winter melon pork rib soup, and the soup is paired with egg fried rice, which not only relieves greasy but also alleviates the monotony of egg fried rice.

Today's cooking is an authentic Shanghai snack lard and vegetable rice.

That was the first dish that Uncle Luo taught her, and it was also the most famous dish in Uncle Luo's hometown that could not only enter the hotel but also fall into ordinary people's homes.

Uncle Luo said that every year in the cold winter of the lunar month, a large pot of lard and vegetable rice will be cooked, and the house will be full of fragrance.

A piece of lard and a bowl of white rice, then a few drops of soy sauce and a little green onion are sprinkled, it is a simple bowl of lard bibimbap, which is also called lard rice in Honggang.

"Among the cereals, white rice is the best, a bowl of lard rice, and I was grateful and wept after eating. Mr. Cai Lan, a gourmet, once wrote an article "Must Eat Before Death", listing several delicacies in the world, and lard rice was selected as one of them, and gave a high evaluation: "In the age of poverty, that bowl of things is our delicacies from the mountains and seas." ”

Last time Aunt Su went back to her hometown, Gu Xiaoman thought about making him a lard vegetable rice, so she took advantage of Du Shiyan's absence to boil a big bowl of lard.

I dug a small spoonful and put it in the hot pot, and immediately the aroma gushed out, and the whole villa was filled with the aroma of food.

After cooking, Du Shiyan had already changed into a decent suit, his hair was combed cleanly, and the whole person was refreshing and handsome.

Sure enough, good-looking people look good in anything.

It's just a change of clothes, and it's like a different person.

"Uncle, it's time to eat. ”

Although Aze is also a little cutie, she still likes Du Shiyan, who is a little arrogant and a little self-conscious.

In the life that the two get along day and night, they have long been familiar with each other's life patterns and rules, and their movements are skillful like old husbands and wives, Du Shiyan walked into the kitchen and helped her bring out the cooked soup, while Gu Xiaoman put the dishes and chopsticks with egg fried rice.

The two sat facing each other, and Du Shiyan picked up the chopsticks and handed them to her, "Let's eat." ”

Taking the chopsticks, Gu Xiaoman nodded, "Eat." ”

Sitting and eating face-to-face silently, Gu Xiaoman was also cooking this meal for Du Shiyan for the first time, and he didn't know if it suited his appetite, his eyes looked at the movements in his hands, until he watched him eat a bite of lard rice, and the expression on his face did not react too much.

Feeling her eager eyes, Du Shiyan looked up at her while chewing, "What's wrong?"

Biting his lower lip, Gu Xiaoman asked in a low voice, "How does it taste?"

Listening to her words, Du Shiyan put another spoonful into his mouth, slowly tasted it carefully, and the tight corners of his mouth slowly evoked a smile, "The taste is ......"

Obviously, he had already made a final assessment, but he was still pretending to pause, and Gu Xiaoman, who was hooked, followed him panting and glared round.

"Not bad. ”

"Whew~" let out a long breath, and Gu Xiaoman's face relaxed for a moment.

Not bad means delicious, right?

Anyway, I didn't say that it was unpalatable, it was delicious!

He didn't say it wasn't delicious, so she thought so.

It's good to be delicious, it's good to be delicious.

But can this craft really go to the competition?

Gu Xiaoman fell into self-doubt again.

The two had breakfast quietly, and Fang Zheng didn't have to go to school, Gu Xiaoman sat in the small pavilion in the courtyard and drank tea leisurely in the sun.

The case in the morning is not finished yet, some finishing work needs to be dealt with, and there are many organized issues that need to be sorted out.

When he stood up after everything, the bones of his whole body were stiff and screaming.

Habitually walking to the window, the stretched hands and feet suddenly paused, and a dazzling scenery downstairs almost took away all his attention.

The girl was curled up on the small sofa in beige loungewear to bask in the sun, the book in her hand had fallen to the ground for some time, but the girl had fallen asleep with her eyes closed.

It's still the helpless and pitiful sleeping face, the round face, like a freshly boiled egg white, crystal clear, and the pink lips are closed one by one with the breath, which makes people want to kiss Fangze.

Thinking so, the body walked out of its most instinctive reaction, and a stream of heat rolled in the throat and swept through the whole body from the heart.

He's been so strange lately, how he can react just by watching from such a distance.

What a shortage of women he is!

Walking downstairs, Du Shiyan walked out with a thin blanket.

Although the sun is warm, it is winter after all, and it is still cold when the wind blows.

Walking under the gazebo, the breeze stroked and rolled up Gu Xiaoman's long hair.

Her long, silky hair fluttered on the chaise longue like silk, and the ends of her hair fluttered in the sea breeze.

He bent down and put the thin blanket in his hand over the girl's body, and sat down with his tall body.

Looking at the tea brewing on the table, Jasmine?

Turning his head to look at the little white flowers planted in the small flower garden, it turned out that the withered flowers were used for this.

Is it good to make tea with this?

With doubts, Du Shiyan took a sip of the water cup, and savored the warm water in his mouth.

The corners of his mouth went up, and sure enough, the tea made from this little white flower seemed to be indeed interesting, very sweet, and had a natural sweet taste.

The breeze is warm, the lover is in the arms, and there is nothing better than the quiet years at this moment.