Although he fell asleep at three o'clock in the evening last night, Yuan Zelang got up at six o'clock the next morning, this is a habit he developed in his previous life, he doesn't need to set any alarm clock, he will wake up automatically at six o'clock in the morning, and it is still the same when he changes his body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Kicking slippers to the bathroom and starting to wash, and then practicing in front of the mirror for half an hour, Yuan Zelang came to the kitchen.

He opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of water to drink, then went to the studio to get a folk guitar and practice the "Childhood" to be sung later in the preliminary competition, although he had been practicing for a while when he was washing up just now, but there is a difference between singing and having an accompaniment. Although this difference is only to add some guitar melodies, it can make the whole song glow with a different vitality.

However, when he opened the refrigerator, Yuan Zelang changed his previous thoughts, because he found that the refrigerator was full of all kinds of food.

He was a little surprised, originally he thought that Bu Qianqian was not cooking here, but in fact, this is mostly the case. Bu Qianqian does rarely cook by herself, but although she rarely cooks here, Aunt Zhao will update the food stored in the refrigerator soon, in case Bu Qianqian sometimes has something to eat when she is hungry at night.

Morning is the beginning of the day, the beginning of people's activities. The whole morning is an important time for work, work or study, so a nutritious breakfast is quite important. The saying 'eat good breakfast, full lunch, and little dinner' speaks volumes.

In particular, people who do mental work need to eat breakfast well, because brain activity requires enough energy and nutrients, and the dinner eaten on the first day has long been used up after being consumed overnight. People who lack breakfast nutrition tend to experience sluggishness and lack of energy due to lack of energy and nutrients.

Yuan Zelang knows that the quality of breakfast has a great impact on health, so in his previous life, he would usually make a hearty breakfast by himself when he had nothing to do, and this was also one of his joys when he was hidden in the snow.

Good habits must be maintained, so Yuan Zelang decided to bring this good habit to this world as well.

Seeing that there are pasta, beef, snow peas, red peppers and other ingredients in the refrigerator, Yuan Zelang decided to make two servings of fried pasta with black pepper beef.

In his previous life, Yuan Zelang boasted that he was a chef, and things like fried pasta with black pepper and beef were a piece of cake for him.

He first boiled water in a pot, put in pasta and half a tablespoon of salt, boiled for 8 minutes, drained, added olive oil and mixed well, then cut the beef into small slices, grinded in a little black pepper, added a little salt and sugar to marinate evenly, then added a little starch and 1 tablespoon of water and stirred well, and finally poured in half a tablespoon of confit oil.

Quickly pick and blanch the snow peas, and shred the red peppers. Heat the oil in a pan, pour in the beef, fry quickly on high heat until it changes color, pour in snow peas and red pepper shreds, then pour in the spaghetti that has just been cooked, stir-fry well, and finally grind in a little crushed black pepper, add a little light soy sauce and stir-fry evenly, add salt to taste, Yuan-style black pepper beef fried pasta is really declared complete.

Bringing the two portions of pasta out of the kitchen, Bu Qianqian had woken up, covering her mouth with her little hands, yawning downstairs, her hair was a little messy, the morning sun shone in through the window, hitting her body, Bu Qianqian's whole person was like a lazy kitten.

Bu Qianqian watched Yuan Zelang walk out of the kitchen with two breakfasts, was stunned, and then opened her eyes and said in surprise: "You made breakfast?" ”

"Well, Yuan-style black pepper beef fried pasta, go wash up, wash and have breakfast." Yuan Zelang put the pasta on the table and smiled and said to Bu Qianqian.

"I'll eat first, and taste your craft." Bu Qianqian ran to the table excitedly.

"Okay, I haven't done it in a long time, how about you taste it." Yuan Zelang looked at Bu Qianqian and turned into a little gluttonous cat for a second, and handed her the fork in his hand.

Bu Qianqian took the fork, stuck a piece of pasta with the fork, turned it a few times, let the noodles wrap around the fork, and then couldn't wait to put the noodles into her mouth and savor it carefully.

Yuan Zelang didn't eat, he looked at Bu Qianqian's expression carefully, for a person who likes to cook, other people's affirmation of their own food is their greatest pursuit, so Yuan Zelang wants to hear Bu Qianqian's affirmation.

Bu Qianqian swallowed the pasta in her mouth into her stomach, her eyes sparkled, and she exclaimed: "Wow, it's delicious, it's better than what is made outside." ”

"yes, my brother is a musical wizard!" Yuan Zelang laughed when he heard this.

"It's delicious, but what does it have to do with the music wizard?" Bu Qianqian glanced at Yuan Zelang and said speechlessly.

"Why doesn't it matter? Music and food are all in common, both are a job that requires love, and the pasta you are eating now is full of my love. Yuan Zelang's right hand was intimate, and his expression was very exaggerated.

"Gross... I can't stand you, I'm going to throw up. Bu Qianqian slapped her forehead with her left hand and made a gesture of vomiting, indicating that she couldn't stand Yuan Zelang's narcissism, but the movement of her right hand did not stop, because the fried pasta made by Yuan Zelang really suited her appetite.

"You cook so well and get up so early, why don't I leave breakfast to you later." Bu Qianqian suddenly said jokingly.

"Okay? No problem. Yuan Zelang was very happy to see that his cooking skills had been affirmed by Bu Qianqian, and he agreed without thinking about it after hearing this, even if Bu Qianqian didn't say so, he would do it.

"Uh... Really agreed? Bu Qianqian looked at Yuan Zelang with some surprise, she originally thought that Yuan Zelang would refuse, or even if she agreed, she would make any requests, but what she didn't expect was that Yuan Zelang actually agreed so readily.

"Of course, if a gentleman says a word, it is difficult to chase a horse." Yuan Zelang spoke.

"I find that you're really not as annoying as the legend says."

"Rumors stop at the wise."

"But you're really narcissistic."

"No, I'm only going to state the facts once in a while."

"Well, you win!"

"Concession, concession!"

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After breakfast, Bu Qianqian went to wash up, Yuan Zelang saw that it was still early, so he went to the recording studio to get a folk guitar and sat on the sofa to practice "Childhood".

"What is this song called? Did you write it yourself, too? After Bu Qianqian finished freshening up, she walked out of the bathroom, looked at Yuan Zelang who was playing and singing to herself, and asked.

"It's called "Childhood", how about it, do you think it sounds good?" Yuan Zelang asked.

"It's good, the melody is light, it's pleasant, I like it very much." Bu Qianqian thought for a moment and spoke.

When Yuan Zelang heard this, a smug smile appeared on his face: "Of course, brother is ......."

"Stop, go change your clothes, Brother Hu will come to pick us up soon." Bu Qianqian saw that Yuan Zelang's narcissism was about to be committed again, so she hurriedly stretched out her hand to stop his next words, and then walked quickly to the third floor.

"We? You're going too, huh? Yuan Zelang asked suspiciously.

"yes, I'm going to go, and besides, you're mine... My, my... Gee, do you want to change your clothes? "Bu Qianqian has been with me for a long time, and I haven't come out of anything, so I have to say with some annoyance.

"Okay." When Yuan Zelang heard this, he also put down his guitar and walked to the second floor.