If you can't sleep, count the sheep first, although this method has not been effective since childhood, but it is worth trying.

Useless.

When you really can't sleep, let alone counting live sheep, counting lamb legs doesn't work.

Raichu jumped up from the bed and paced by the window, fantasizing about what it would have been like if Gong Xiao hadn't suddenly appeared just now. Thinking about it, it doesn't feel right, if Gong Xiao hadn't appeared, she might have died of shame in another thirty seconds.

The problem is that after coming back, Gong Xiao is gone, and there is no night breeze blowing from the artificial lake, Song Pingguo still avoided her and went to sleep in the bedroom, which obviously didn't want to answer! In other words, the kind-hearted Song Ping was afraid that her answer would hurt Lei Qiu's feelings.

The more Raichu thought about it, the more he felt that it was useless to give her a roast leg of lamb, let alone counting the roast leg of lamb at this time.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Raichu finally fell asleep.

Raichu had a dream in which she dreamed that she was back when she was a child, still in that small village, enduring the terrible food in the school cafeteria, hoping to return in the evening and have a good meal. But the dishes that my mother brought to the table were always more vegetables and less meat, and as soon as Richu protested, she said, "I go to your school every Monday to look at the menu, and if you eat it so well at noon, and then eat it again in the evening, you will be fat in a few months." ”

At that time, Lei Qiu thought in his heart while picking up rice, if you let me eat meat every day, I will be fat and have no regrets.

When she grew up, Raichu repented, and she realized that she didn't like meat, but that she liked to eat delicious food. For Leichu's mother and the master chef in the elementary school cafeteria, it is obviously much easier to make the meat better than to make the vegetables well.

What's more, the canteen master even makes the meat very difficult to eat.

When he grew up, Raichu repented and found that he was a lucky person who didn't eat fat - at least more than the average person.

Looking back now, Raichu's childhood was still very happy, but memories are one thing, and it is another thing when the person experiences them, and dreaming about it in such a restless late night is undoubtedly a nightmare.

Leiqiu dreamed of her when she was in the first grade of primary school, it was the happiest day since she went to elementary school, because of the Dragon Boat Festival, the school added a dish, three dishes were buttoned meat, fried amaranth and boiled prawns, and everyone also sent a cut salted duck egg, that day I don't know if this ingredient is too easy to make mistakes or the master master is in a good mood and plays extraordinarily, the buckle meat with thick gravy is placed on the rice in Leiqiu's bowl, fried amaranth with fried vegetables are crisp and tender, not fried like ordinary vegetables are fried into soft stomachs, Not to mention the boiled prawns, if this dish can be made unpalatable, then Leiqiu will really kneel for the canteen master.

Until the second class in the afternoon, Lei Chu was still reminiscing about the oily yolk of the salted duck eggs.

But in the dream, before Raichu could dig out the egg yolk, the director shouted the card.

Oh no, it's the picture that changes.

Lei Qiu turned back into an adult who could eat more, sitting in front of a table of delicious things, and next to him sat Xu Ran, Gong Xiaoye, Sang Zhi, and Lu An - but Song Pingguo was nowhere to be seen.

She sat on the chair and twisted around, looking around for Song Pingguo's figure, and finally saw her holding a bowl...... He came out of the kitchen with a basin, put the pot of chicken soup in the center of the table, and then sat down in the empty seat next to Raichu, took the chopsticks with his right hand, reached under the table with his left hand, pinched the palm of Raichu's hand with his hot fingers, and complained in her ear: "It's so hot." ”

Lei Qiu comforted Song Pingguo while stretching out his chopsticks to snatch the chicken leg from the chicken soup, but the chopsticks were still in the air, and the chicken soup turned into a big rib meal.

She was dressed in a Qing Dynasty palace costume and squatted under the eaves of Hengdian to eat a boxed lunch.

Raichu ate a big steak of rice at that time, and squatted there and thought, if this person were my mother, then my childhood must be much happier - even if the master can't coax me to learn from her.

The first two Mengleiqiu didn't have time to eat a good meal, and since this meal was in front of her, of course she couldn't miss it, and the chopsticks poked at the big row.

Then she woke up.

Raichu struggled to press the alarm on the bedside table, feeling that she had no strength in her body, she had never been the kind of person who had special self-control, and she chose to go back to the quilt and sleep for a while after sleeping late last night and uncomfortable in the morning.

When she woke up again, she felt as if she had something cold in her mouth, and it didn't taste good, but she had a fever in her body, and it was quite comfortable to hold on, so she bit it.

Raichu lay with her eyes closed for a moment, and suddenly sensed that someone was going to take this thing out of her mouth, she said nothing, and the upper and lower rows of teeth used a little effort, and the other party immediately let go.

At first glance, it is specially picked and pinched with soft persimmons. Raichu was sarcastic in his heart. That's it, I can hit ten of them.

After a while, Song Pingguo's angry voice sounded in Lei Qiu's ears: "If Lei Qiu bites the thermometer and drinks the mercury, then I won't have time to save you if I call an ambulance." ”

Well?

Lei Qiu hurriedly opened his eyes, first saw a white ceiling, and then Song Pingguo's face.

"Loosen your mouth, when the time comes, I see if you burn it strictly."

Raichu obediently opened his mouth and replied inarticulately: "I don't think it's too strict, I'm just a little hot......"

"Listening to you, you're burning very hard." Song Pingguo raised the thermometer and looked at the light, "Thirty-eight degrees, it's okay, I don't have a high fever." ”

"I'll just say it's not strict." Raichu tugged at the corner of her coat, "Little Apple, I'm hungry." ”

“…… It's not very strict. Song Pingguo breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me to death, if you are seriously ill and bedridden here, it seems that it is all my responsibility to drag you for a walk yesterday......"

Raichu didn't seem to hear what she was saying, and rolled over and fell asleep again, muttering something sweet.

Song Pingguo turned back to the kitchen and stayed in front of the stove to look at the pot of freshly cooked preserved egg and lean porridge.

Well, sweet is sweet, you don't drink such a delicious porridge, I'll drink it alone. Song Pingguo leaned over and opened the cabinet, picked out the largest apple from it, and cut it horizontally at the upper end, as if cutting off a lid from the apple.

Song Pingguo put the lid of the apple aside, dug out the core of the apple, put milk, honey and butter in the place where it originally belonged to the core, then closed the lid and put it in the oven.

The temperature of the household oven is not very stable, and the size of the apple will also cause the temperature and time required to be different, Song Pingguo stood in the kitchen wearing an apron, observing the state of the apple through the transparent glass of the oven, and suddenly heard a hoarse and nasal cry from the guest room: "Little apple!" ”

She thought something was wrong with Raichu, so she hurried to the guest room, and halfway through, she heard Raichu shouting again: "What are you baking!" It smells so good! ”

I'm really worried about her. Song Pingguo ignored her, turned around and walked back to the kitchen to continue staring at the apples in the oven. I'm stupid to worry about her again.

Raichu in the room over there shouted again, "Little Apple, please pour me a glass of water!" ”

Okay, stop screaming, the idiot is here to pour you water.

When Song Pingguo returned to the kitchen again, the apple in the oven was finally baked. She pushed the crumpled apples from the roasting net onto the plate with chopsticks, and served a bowl of porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork, and served it to Rachu.

When she walked into the room, Raichu closed her eyes and asked, "Baked apples and lean porridge with preserved eggs?" ”

Song Pingguo stuffed the tray into her hand: "It would be nice if someone had such an open-mindedness in other aspects of eating." ”

Raichu asked her straight and straightforward, "Are you angry?" ”

"yes, you can see it."

Lei Qiu carefully looked at Song Pingguo's face and poked the apple with a spoon: "That...... Can I still eat it? ”

Song Pingguo made her cry and laugh, and waved her hand helplessly: "Eat, eat, eat, I can't kill you." ”

Because of Lei Qiu's fever, Song Pingguo turned on the air conditioner in the guest room for her, and now the whole room is warm, and the redness in the two illnesses on Lei Qiu's cheeks is more obvious, like two dazzling plateau reds.

While waiting for Song Pingguo to make breakfast, in order to welcome breakfast in a better mental state, she supported the sick body to get up from the bed and brush her teeth and wash her face. She took a bite of the sweet baked apple, scooped a spoonful of fragrant porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork, and finished breakfast on the bed with the same momentum and speed as usual.

After eating, she burped with satisfaction, and pulled the corner of Song Pingguo's clothes.

"Don't tell me, you haven't eaten enough." Song Pingguo looked at the empty bowl on the plate and the apple with a handful of apples left, "Don't tell me that you really ate more than usual when you had a fever, but fortunately I didn't bet with Gong Xiao." ”

"It's not." Raichu blinked, "I just wanted to ask if you would like to be my girlfriend?" ”

“…… I tell you Sù Leichu, most people don't be so straightforward, it's only when they propose. ”

"Isn't it often that I'm expelled from the ranks?"

"Okay, you're amazing. Willing. You loosen my clothes first, I'm afraid I'll tear them. ”

Lei Qiu let go of his hand with a smile and opened his arms towards Song Pingguo: "Hug." ”

"Alright then, hug." Song Pingguo patted her on the back.

"Kiss."

“…… Well, kiss. Song Pingguo lowered her head and touched her mouth, smelling the sweet smell of baked apples in her mouth—and a little preserved egg and lean porridge, "Do you have any other requirements, little ancestor?" ”

Raichu smiled even more smugly: "Hold high! ”

Song Pingguo slapped her back on the bed: "Can't move!" I was given medicine and lay down to sleep. ”