Chapter Eighty-Three: "Cohabitation" Everyday Life
The next day, Zhou Ran got up with hazy eyes and went straight to the bathroom in the living room to wash, and when she came out, Gu Cheng was already sitting on the sofa, with a computer on his overlapping legs.
Seeing her come out of it, Gu Cheng looked at the computer screen, spit out a low sentence of "That's it", then closed the computer and put it on the low table.
Zhou Ran rubbed his long unkempt hair and walked over to him with a smile, "Good morning, Mr. Gu." ”
"Good morning." The girl's furry fur rose from her forehead, and she sat sleepily on the other side of the sofa.
Gu Cheng glanced at her thin white sweater without a trace, reached out and picked up the remote control to increase the temperature in the room, then stood up and walked into the kitchen.
The man in home clothes walked into the kitchen silently, and Zhou Ran couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he looked at his tall back.
After a while, Gu Cheng brought out a breakfast for two from the kitchen, put it on the dining table next to the floor-to-ceiling window, and then rolled up his sleeves and set the dishes and chopsticks one by one, and then looked at her sideways.
"Come over for breakfast."
The man's voice was still hoarse as if it was a morning start, like the low sound of a gorgeous cello, scraping Zhou Ran's eardrums.
He can cook?? This time, Zhou Ran was interested, and walked over without any twist, sat on the chair he pulled out, and looked carefully at the food on the table.
Toast, barley porridge, soy milk, milk, eggs...... There's even a bowl of ravioli?? Zhou Ran pointed to soy milk and wontons, and looked at Gu Chengze with a serious face curiously.
"You did all this?" At the end, he added, "Is this a Western breakfast or a Chinese breakfast?" ”
"......" Gu Cheng was silent for a moment, raised his eyes to look at someone's big eyes, and reached out to put the spoon into the barley porridge in front of her, "Eat." ”
After getting along for a while, Zhou Ran found that Gu Cheng was actually a person of few words in private, so she was not surprised by his silence, and obediently picked up the spoon and drank the porridge quietly. Well...... Well? The taste is not bad......
The girl in front of her was drinking porridge intently, her long hair fell on her shoulders, her eyelashes trembled and trembled, and Gu Cheng's fingertips pinching the cup moved slightly.
A bowl of porridge quickly bottomed out, Zhou Ran stroked his half-full lower abdomen, put down the spoon and looked up at the man who was drinking coffee slowly.
"Mr. Gu, it's not suitable to drink coffee in the morning."
Hearing this, Gu Cheng drank coffee with his hand, raised his eyebrows lightly, and looked at her puzzled.
"Drinking coffee on an empty stomach stimulates stomach acid secretion and is not good for the heart." Zhou Ran picked up the milk in his hand, pushed it in front of him, tilted his head and said with a smile, "It's better to drink this, it's better to eat something before drinking." ”
That look again, as if full of stars, made his heart burn, put down the cup in his hand, poured a glass of milk again and put it in front of her, picked up the cup she pushed over, put it to his lips, and took a slow sip.
"That's right, Mr. Gu." Zhou Ran took a few sips of the milk he poured, but looked at him with his eyes and asked, "Do you want to go back for the Spring Festival?" ”
"Spring Festival?" There was a milk mustache around her lips, like a well-behaved cat, and Gu Cheng's eyes were dark.
These two words are far away from him, and even he himself can't remember how many years he hasn't had this festival, probably more than ten years, Gu Cheng thought about it.
"I'm not the Spring Festival."