When I got home, I naturally went to tidy up the fridge and put it in sorts. Fold the plastic bag and put it in the box. Then I took out two cups like a baby. Boiled water in a small milk pot. Blanch, blanch, rinse with cold water. I poured half a glass of warm water from a thermos into a white cup and took a sip.

Is it delicious?

The senior brother looked at my sister's face while putting on an apron, and asked me helplessly.

I poured water into another cup and brought it to his mouth.

Delicious. Yes, the taste of a lifetime.

After saying that, I knew I was blushing, stuffed the cup to him, and ran outside the kitchen to cool down. Although such a promise for a lifetime is still a long way off, no girl is resistant to the meaning of this sentence.

After I finished drinking, I put the cup on the side of the table against the wall, and refused to go to the kitchen. Until my brother called me.

Let's choose the dish.

I hurried in. The senior brother was cutting the meat slices, and the chili cubes had been broken. The tomatoes are also cut. I was worried about what to do, and my brother pointed to the refrigerator with his back to him.

Stir the garlic. Put the apron on.

Stir-fried chili peppers with minced garlic will be very fragrant. I quickly plucked the three cloves of garlic and put the rest back in the fridge. Then he handed the plucked garlic to his brother and watched him flatten and chop it into minced pieces. I washed the knives, cleaned up the cutting board, beat the eggs, and prepared the plates. Senior brother stir-fry. Every weekend, we both work together tacitly, and I enjoy the fruits of my labor. From time to time during the meal, I looked at a pair of cups and looked at me silly, and my brother looked at me with idiot eyes several times. Despise me as much as you like, mortal happiness, what do you know as a great god?

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