"Really?" Shao Yiluo pondered. "You'll know if you try." Mike obediently enlightened him, "Wash the vegetables first, then cut the vegetables, I'll take a look." ”

He really cooperated and began to concentrate on washing and chopping vegetables, although the cutting was ugly, but at least it was cut, Mike desperately resisted the urge to laugh, and said: "Then I'll call you this dish first, and wait for you to come by yourself." Put the vegetables in the pot, and while stir-frying, he said to Shao Yiluo: "Just like this, you try it." ”

The frying spoon turned into his hand, and he was a little confused, and hesitated for a long time before he began to move. She looked at his movements, frowned, and put her hand on his elbow slightly, "Raise it a little." ”

By this time, they were already close together, and he blushed and said, "I see." ”

"What's wrong?" Mike said in hindsight, "Is it too hot?" Turn on the hood. I wanted to get past him to the button, but I always came close, "You stop for a while, I'll come." Shao Yiluo's tone was impatient, her hair always teased his skin, making his mood inexplicably 'irritable'.

Mi Ke looked at Shao Yiluo a little aggrieved, he didn't know how to provoke him, he was thinking about him, his eyes were wide and a little wet.

Shao Yiluo looked at her eyes, trembled inexplicably, and said, "Okay, I'll cook it, eat it." "I gave her a pair of chopsticks.

Mi Ke reluctantly picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of the dish, put it in his mouth, chewed, swallowed, and said leisurely: "Didn't you put salt and monosodium glutamate?" ”

Shao Yiluo blinked his eyes and asked innocently, "You didn't say it again." Miko almost didn't take a breath and fainted.

"In the future, remember to put MSG and salt in each dish, otherwise the dish will be tasteless." Mi Ke said slowly word by word, and Shao Yiluo was a little angry when he heard it, and said sullenly: "Got it." ”

A meal was 'baked' under the guidance of Shao Yiluo's helplessness and Gamico's black line.

Sitting at the table, looking at Shao Yiluo opposite him, Mi Ke swallowed the food in his mouth, and said slowly: "Shao Yiluo, I have to go out this afternoon, about 40 minutes." ”

Shao Yiluo raised his head, paused, didn't say anything, just nodded.

"You remember that you kept your promise." Miko couldn't help but remind him that he was too good at backsliding, and he had fallen for him more than once.

Shao Yiluo was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Of course, you will make me a cup of coffee later, and when I come back, I have something to ask you for." ”

Mike nodded and looked at him suspiciously: "What's the matter?" ”

"Good thing." Shao Yiluo said gently: "Let's eat, if you don't eat again, it will be cold, my craftsmanship is not bad." ”

Mikola lowered her face, "You're narcissistic enough. "It's hard for her to ask about what he doesn't tell her, anyway, won't she know later? However, to be honest, it was the first time that I was able to do this.

After a brief tidying up, Miko stood in front of the kitchen counter, watching the machine rotate mechanically, the mellow coffee through her nose, clearly transmitted to her brain, and instant enjoyment, no wonder those luxurious European aristocrats like to sit in the courtyard, enjoy the breeze on their faces, taste the strong coffee, tell the fun of life, and this is enough to languish.

It's not that I haven't envied that kind of life, it's not that I haven't been jealous, it's not that I haven't thought about it, and in the end, I have been ruthlessly beaten back by reality, and I have moved back in my head, slowly, more and more faintly, almost untouchable, and gradually lost my traces.

Gently holding up the tray, he walked slowly to the room, "Can I come in?" ”

"Come in."

Miko put the coffee in his hand on the desk, "I'll go out first." ”

Shao Yiluo listened to her lazy tone and asked lightly, "What's wrong?" ”

Miko smiled reluctantly, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired." "Then you can go and rest for a while." His gaze returned to the copy, and his tone was so faint that it was imperceptible, as if it came from a distant sky, and he couldn't really hear it.

She was stunned, not knowing if he had spoken, turned her head, and walked out of the room. Walked to the room, put on his little bag, let out a long breath, put on a thick coat, and walked out.

Winter is gradually entering the depths, the wind is blowing on the face, and it hurts, Mi Ke walked slowly, and the breath exhaled by the exercise turned into a white mist on the side of his mouth, with the tendency of swallowing clouds and spitting out fog, which was a little fun, and showed a faint smile.

Seeing some movement in the middle of the bushes, she stabilized her mind and said, "Who?" ”

A gray-haired head emerged from the bushes, startling Miko, and handed over an "ah" sound.

"Miss, did it scare you?" A loving voice came, and in front of her stood a grandfather who was close to the sixtieth year, but with a very strong body, was smiling at herself, pressing her hands in front of her, trying to comfort herself.

Miko smiled and shook his head, "Grandpa, what are you doing here?" ”

Grandpa smiled, "Give the branch a good-looking 'figure'." She was amused by his playful tone and humorous language, and laughed out loud.

"Miss, that's right," said Grandpa with a smile, "Actually, you look good when you laugh." ”

Miko blushed and whispered, "Thank you." ”

"How did you get in?" Grandpa asked casually.

"I'm Shao Yiluo's classmate, and now I live here, and I want to go to the house in the back for some things." Miko pointed to the red-brick house not far in front of him.

Grandpa said thoughtfully: "Well, now that everyone has gone out, it is estimated that there are not many people there, what are you going to do?" ”

Mike was obviously stunned and muttered, "Well, it's not for nothing." Then he smiled at his grandfather, "Thank you, grandpa, I went to find someone, it seems that I ran in vain." ”

"Not necessarily." Grandpa smiled mysteriously, "Do you want to go there and sit?" Pointing to a stone table quietly placed in the bushes, with steaming tea on it, it was quite poetic, she nodded, quietly followed behind her grandfather, thinking about who his grandfather was, from his temperament to Uncle Shao to a little similar, but people are more easy-going than Uncle Shao, can be so free in this place, plus those tea is probably brewed by grandfather, such a skilled grandfather, how can he not see how he is not a servant.

Sitting down quietly, Mike couldn't wait to ask, "Grandpa, are you?" ”

Grandpa laughed, "I'm the tree cutter here." ”