After the two arrived home, Yu Leyao consciously carried the ingredients to the kitchen, and Shen Zhongqing sorted the daily necessities he bought.

The tacit understanding between the two people is very good, obviously there are no extra words, only Shen Zhongqing's questions come from time to time, but there is a kind of warmth surrounding them inexplicably.

Along with his prepared meal, a cup of sweet honey water was served.

Woo woo, if the object is like this, what more can the husband ask for?

She woke up early the next morning, I don't know if it was because of Le Yao's family, she didn't even have a bed, and she got up.

It was rare that he didn't hear any movement inside when he passed by his room, so Shen Zhongqing cooked the noodles he bought yesterday. She doesn't know much, but she's a good hand at cooking noodles.

When he went downstairs, Yu Leyao almost thought that it was the time when he was sick and went downstairs three years ago, when the little girl still had short hair and wore large slippers in and out of the kitchen of his house.

At that time, she was just a neighbor's child, at most half of his students, but now?

The man rubbed his fluffy hair as he approached the girl who was scooping noodles, his hands wrapped around her slender waist and his chin pressed against her shoulders.

The girl was very thin, and there was no flesh on her shoulders, and at first glance it seemed that there was only a skeleton left, and he rested his head lightly on it, secretly thinking about raising more flesh.

"Why did you get up so early today?" Yu Leyao put one hand on her waist, and the other hand raised and rubbed her smooth black hair.

The little girl's hair grew longer and hung down under her butterfly bones, supple and well-behaved.

Shen Zhongqing: "Brother Yao, you're awake." Hmm, it seems that you trained to wake up early some time ago. ”

Yu Leyao's eyes deepened, and the movements of her hands paused for a moment, but she began to stroke her hair rhythmically from top to bottom.

"Really? That's a big credit to me. ”

Shen Zhongqing snorted, "I'll make you trouble next time!"

Unexpectedly, the man tilted his head to look at her, and then returned his gaze to the face in the bowl, "Okay." ”

"I'll be with you. ”

This is the second time I heard him say that he would accompany her, and as soon as Shen Zhong's hand to pick up noodles was released, the slippery noodles fell into the water again.

Yu Leyao directly reached out and took the chopsticks in her hand, and steadily took out the ones that fell back.

"Brother Yao, you go out first, I'll just come here. ”

The girl snatched back the chopsticks from his hand and pushed him a little the back.

Yu Leyao: "Huh?"

Shen Zhongqing: "I'll come by myself, I, the noodles I make are delicious!"

The man chuckled, and when he saw her trying to prove his appearance, he went with her, and he was there to determine whether she was delicious or not.

But the noodles made by the little girl are really good, they look good, and the sauce poured is just right, and they smell fragrant.

After eating, Shen Zhongqing said that he had made an appointment to go to Aunt Zhang to get something, Yu Leyao originally wanted to send her over, but after answering the phone, he had something to do, and Shen Zhongqing urged him to go to the errand.

Yu Leyao still sent people downstairs to Aunt Zhang.

The community where Aunt Zhang's family lives is an old-fashioned building, and the walls have faded several layers of color, with a strong sense of age.

I don't know how long she stood downstairs, but Shen Zhongqing saw Aunt Zhang wearing a thick cotton jacket and rubbing her hands, looking at the mouth of the alley while rubbing.

She ran quickly, and as soon as Aunt Zhang saw her coming, she shouted Miss Miss.

Shen Zhongqing: "Aunt Zhang, don't call me Miss, just call me Qiqi." ”

Aunt Zhang paused for a moment, a little embarrassed, "Miss, I've called you Miss since you were a child, and I'm used to this." ”

Shen Zhongqing directly took her hand, "Aunt Zhang, you watched me grow up, and you are also my elder, so it is right to call me a sentence of seven or seven." ”

Aunt Zhang was still a little restrained, and Shen Zhongqing was soft and hard for a while before she finally let her shout the word seven or seven.

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