The first thing Xu Shuang did to become a housekeeper was to make lunch for Chen Chi every day. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Many years later, when the two looked back on the past, they agreed that Xu Shuangchuan's cooking skills had been greatly tempered in August of this year, thus laying a solid foundation for surpassing Chen Chi in the future.

In August, they flew to Belgium. Chen Chi goes to school every day to help the professor do things, like a husband who makes money to support the family, Xu Shuangchuan nests in the apartment, very good wife, she waits for Chen Chi to go out, collects the breakfast plate, cleans the room, washes the clothes of the two, and when the interest comes, she runs out to the supermarket, buys some vegetables and comes back to prepare lunch for Chen Chi.

Xu Shuangchuan brought two recipes, both of which were exquisitely patterned, and when he looked at which dish he drooled, he changed his methods to search for ingredients, or find alternative ingredients, and made them blindly.

She now knows the disadvantages of Chen Chi's open kitchen, the weather was originally hot in August, cooking a meal, the room was instantly hot, and the temperature immediately increased by one or two degrees, and the thin coral velvet slippers that Chen Chi picked out for her were almost unbearable, and she often stood by the stove and sweated. But she was never sloppy, and when Chen Chi returned home at half past eleven, two dishes and one soup were always prepared.

Chen Chiren was outside, and he couldn't give her timely guidance, but he was very able to control the key points, and firmly remembered that safety was more important than deliciousness, so he cleverly set two principles for Xu Shuang. First, any dish must be simmered for a while before it is cooked, and it must be cooked thoroughly. Second, any seasoning can only be placed in a spoon, and it is not necessary to shake it with a slight shake of the wrist, and then shake it more.

Xu Shuang was in charge at the beginning of the year, and she was very worried and implemented Chen Chi's principles very honestly, which led to the dishes she made were a bit like stews, and the taste was very mediocre and very distinctive. Chen Chi praised every dish of hers, and when she never disliked it, she praised Xu Shuangzhuan's confidence greatly, and she even wanted to bring dinner together.

However, dinner was Chen Chi's special session, and this was the time for him to give Xu Shuangchuan a teaching demonstration.

"Frost, I'm back. He entered the door and hooked his feet, closed the door behind his back, grabbed Xu Shuangchuan with both hands, kissed her on the face, and smiled, "What do you want to eat for dinner?" ”

I am back. Anyone who can say this is a happy person.

When Chen Chi was a child, he was covered in dirt from playing, making a sweat mark and a dirt mark, and when he ran home, he must shout at the first sentence: "Grandma, I'm back." ”

When Xu Shuangchuan was a child, she carried a small schoolbag on her back and sat on a small stool at the door of her house to warm her book, and when she heard her mother's footsteps hurrying home from work, she raised her head and said, "Mom, I'm back." ”

In this August, every day out of school, Chen Chi is full of wind under his feet, and when he sees acquaintances along the road, he just says hello with a smile, and never stays for too long, his blue gray soft-shell crab is looking forward to him going home. The moment Xu Shuang opened the door for him, it was always Chen Chi's bright smile and the impatient sentence "I'm back".

When Chen Chi cooks, Xu Shuangchuan must be on the sidelines, and she specializes in hands, such as handing over a spice bottle, pulling a piece of paper to wipe Chen Chi's sweat, and tasting the taste. Chen Chi often laughed, because she was like a little poor who couldn't get rid of her, when he was concentrating on cooking, he turned his head and found her waiting beside him, but whenever he spoke, she would pick up the stubble and talk non-stop, just like they did in those days at her uncle's house, as soon as he came back a little free, she would report to him about her day's activities.

By the time she sat down at the pine table to eat, Xu Shuangchuan had usually finished talking about herself, and she began to care about Chen Chi: "Are you tired today? Eat more." ”

Pine table, white porcelain bottle, there are flowers in the bottle every day. If Chen Chi buys flowers, it is all roses, and when the roses fall, Xu Shuangchuan likes to pick them by herself, and she is often tired of roses, and she prefers to insert a single carnation or golden sunflower in a white porcelain bottle.

At night, the two turned off the lights and opened the window to admire the lights of the opposite building, the night of the alley, and the starry sky that had to stand in a specific position to see.

"Frost, I'll change places and find an apartment with no buildings in front of me. Chen Chi whispered in her ear.

"No, I like it here. ”

Xu Shuangchuan really likes it, she is used to living there, Chen Chi is easy to get in and out of the middle of the noisy, the most important thing is that there are a lot of warm memories of them in this room, with them from the first acquaintance to the present, she is reluctant to move out.

Chen Chi was considerate, and before leaving, he bought an embroidered dough fan, pressed it at the bottom of the box and brought it over. There was no air conditioning in his apartment, no electric fans, and even if it cooled down at night, it was still a little hot. He picked up the fan and shook it gently, and Xu Shuangchuan sometimes muttered in a low voice: "It's useless, it's not as windy as the fan." ”

"Han Da, who said that the pu fan is uneven and will press the clothes out of creases?" Chen Chi laughed, "Who said that the summer here will pass in a while, and it is useless to bring a fan?"

"It's me. Xu Shuang became more and more scoundrel in front of Chen Chi, "Isn't it wrong?"

"Okay, it's always okay for the fat sister to make mistakes. Chen Chi didn't think about it, so he answered, and continued to fan her diligently.

Storytelling is still a must before bedtime, Chen Chi will pick up the unfinished topics at dinner, tell her about the people he happened to meet outside, and if she is curious to ask a few more questions, he will also bring some gossip and interesting stories between classmates and friends to her. Of course, his collection of childhood stories has never been interrupted, and now there is an audio broadcast serialized until he graduated from primary school. The reason why the serialization is so slow is because Chen Chi also wants to listen to Xu Shuangchuan's growth story, and the two often talk about it.

It's just unfair that Chen Chi said it humorously, and the names of his friends can make Xu Shuangchuan familiar, but when it was Xu Shuang's turn, it was only a few words, which was very dry. Occasionally, Chen Chi hugged her upset: "Whose family is that child? Why is it so bad, deliberately blowing soap bubbles on your skirt?"

"Forgot. Xu Shuangchuan said as a matter of course.

After a few times, Chen Chi couldn't help but get up, hugged the computer and rested it on the pillow, and re-admired his remade childhood photos of Xu Shuangchuan. "You see, you've always been like that. He pointed to the doll wearing a flower robe and a saliva pocket and smiled, "The heart is wide." ”

Xu Shuang was sluggish, and it took a while to slowly react, and the fat child was said to be wide-hearted, but it was not a good thing to be obedient, and he immediately did not let go: "You will bully me and I am not smart." ”

Chen Chi laughed breathlessly, the fat sister didn't follow him when she was a child, just because she suffered a loss and was at a loss, how could he see it?

When Xu Shuang was making a fuss, Chen Chi obediently begged for mercy and the effect was not very good, so he would hum a song to appease. Whenever this time, Xu Shuangchuan nestled quietly beside him and didn't say a word.

The gray curtains isolate the alley from the street lamps, and in the warm and drunken night, a small and peaceful room is enclosed, the windows are closed, and the room may be warmer, Xu Shuangxia sometimes lies on her back and looks at the ceiling, sometimes lies on her side on the old rattan chair facing the window, and a few fine strands of hair in her ears will rise with the light wave of Chen Chi's fan, and in the dark night, the tail of the tip sways back and forth regularly, enjoying herself. Xu Shuang's torso limbs, muscles, and blood qi that had been steamed by the heat during the day suddenly cooled down at this time. Even though Chen Chi's body temperature seemed to be higher than hers, she was extremely docile to him.

"Am I humming a natural sound?" Chen Chi couldn't help but tease.

"No, it's a lullaby of failure. Xu Shuangchuan chuckled, "I've always wanted to hear it." ”

Chen Chi was right, the whole month of August was their honeymoon.

In the eighth month of the Gregorian calendar, the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the fire flows from the heat to the cooler. When any thing, an object, or an emotion is extremely strong, there will be no one like it in the future.

This is the August summer of Chen Chi and Xu Shuang. They have just learned to be a young couple, left their homeland, came to a foreign land, no parents, relatives and friends to give advice, the whole world is wide and free, they occupy a warm little corner in a distant place, depend on each other, only each other in their eyes, only each other, and stay together happily every day.

When Xu Shuangchuan combed through the past, he suddenly woke up to the sharp turning point that the ups and downs of life could be seen at that time, and the seemingly ordinary, ordinary life without ups and downs would also have arcs, and the track of deviation had already been laid inadvertently.

But when she found that shear point, she regretted it countless times, could she go back in time and make a correction?

It was just a sunny Saturday and nothing big happened. (To be continued.) )