The sunset tasted like honey mixed with lemonade, and the sun on the horizon was hidden in half a cloud, like a half-fried egg. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Okay, well, I'll admit that I can't do without food when I write this.

I spent forty or fifty dollars on a very small plug-in pot, the kind that has to be heated for three minutes when plugged in.

But you can eat by yourself after buying a pot, and although the food in the restaurant outside is cheap, I dare not say that it is completely clean.

It's much cleaner to make yourself, and you can buy a few handfuls of vegetables and a piece of meat for a meal.

"Did you buy the pot?" Square looked at the cardboard box I took out of the plastic bag, his eyes lit up.

"Yes." I nodded, unpacked it, and poured water into it to boil.

"Do you know how to cook?" Cube asked, fiddling with my pot curiously.

"A little bit." I poured out the hot water and grabbed my purse from the bed.

"Grocery shopping?" Sitting on the bed, the cube asked me innocently,

"Or not? Going out and having fun? I leaned against the door.

"What do you mean by having fun?" The cube blinked his eyes, and this action showed an inexplicable sense of joy in his body.

"Uh." I was a little speechless, "It's just looking for happiness, yes, looking for happiness." ”

There is a vegetable shop that is not very big about 100 meters on the road in front of the dormitory building, and the vegetables sold in it are very cheap, and a few tomatoes and eggs add up to only ten yuan.

After buying vegetables, I bought a few yuan of steamed buns along the way, and went back to the dormitory before it was too late.

The cherry blossoms of the cherry blossom tree in front of the door had long since fallen, and I stood on its edge and looked at the wounds that had not healed after it had bloomed.

Enter the dormitory, plug in the electricity, take the money shopkeeper's cutting board and knife to cut tomatoes, and set them aside.

I sprinkled some peanut oil in the pot, first scrambled a bowl of eggs, and then put the tomatoes in and stir-fried.

Sprinkle with a little salt and serve in a bowl.

The whole process is smooth and completed without the slightest stop.

The cube tasted it and spit it out.

"Did you put half a packet of salt?" The cube looked at me like an old woman selling salt.

"No, maybe, a shake of your hand?" I took a bite hesitantly, and the next second, my face was wrinkled like an old vegetable.

"I'll borrow your pot." The cube patted his leg and stood up, took the remaining tomatoes, and cracked a few eggs.

"It's hidden, man." I sighed as I watched the cube's skillful hand.

"I used to do it a lot, I used to do it a lot." Cube rubbed his head a little embarrassed.

The cubes brought the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, not to mention, they looked better than mine in terms of color alone.

When I took a bite, it was much more delicious than I made with half a bag of salt.

"You're good at cooking." My eyes were full of adoration, "You should be my master!" ”

"If the master can't be called, there will be a few, and there will be a few." The cube smiled.

"Awesome my brother." I cleaned up the pot and put it on the empty bed.

In the evening, the money shopkeeper came back, and as soon as he came back, he sat down at his desk and took out the newly purchased Japanese practice questions.

The money shopkeeper is about to take the exam, and after this exam, he will go back to his hometown to marry his daughter-in-law, and he will not come back.

I heard the teacher at the front desk say that I want to make up two new roommates.

But I'm not really looking forward to it, it's almost three months since I left high school, and I still have half a year to go.

I'm looking forward to going back to school, even if I only have half a year left to say goodbye to high school.