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The early morning of the four of them started with a rather sad scream, but the sound from the kitchen to the master bedroom had greatly reduced its power, so Fu Yuanzhuo just turned over and continued to murmur in his dream, as for Song Xizhe, one leg was on the edge of the bed, and he didn't wake up a bit.

Only Cheng Mo looked at the time on his phone, it was only two minutes before his alarm clock rang, so he turned off the alarm clock and got up, there was a gray glimmer in the gap in the curtains, Cheng Mo unscrewed the machine cat night light at the head of the bed, and suddenly a warm yellow burned in the dark bedroom.

Cheng Mo put on his slippers, picked up the T-shirt hanging on the chair, and when he put it in, he heard Fu Yuanzhuo's muttering in his dream, which was reciting the "self-introduction" he wrote yesterday

Cheng Mo hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, and instead of going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, he pushed open the door, intending to see why Yan Yitong screamed

The air in the living room is colder than the bedroom, the cylindrical Gree air conditioner in the corner of the wall has not been turned off overnight, the blades are swinging slowly, the canopy outside the window has turned white, and the gurgling Xiangjiang River can be seen through the balcony, and the chaotic sound of "ping pong" came from the kitchen, which runs through the ensemble of range hoods.

Cheng Mo walked through the living room and dining room, and through the transparent glass partition in the kitchen, he saw Yan Yitong's slender back wearing black cat ears and a black and white maid outfit, her slender and rounded long legs were wrapped in white stockings, and a black lace pattern was attached to the thighs

Even if Cheng Mo is used to seeing beautiful women, he can't help but take a few more looks, the length of this leg is too rebellious, and it restores the perfect body proportion of the nine-headed body of the two-dimensional girl, no wonder Yan Yitong still has such a high level of attention and fans as an OSE who rarely makes films and neither sells meat nor attends events.

Cheng Mo's hand pressed on the glass door and stopped for a moment, and then he heard Yan Yitong sobbing and reciting: "After turning the fried egg, turn on the heat to low heat and fry it on both sides one to three times according to your preference."

Cheng Mo hesitated, opened the door and entered the kitchen, the sound of the smoking hood instantly increased, and the light smell of fried eggs came to his face, Cheng Mo saw a silver stainless steel heart-shaped omelette mold in the pan, the eggs in the mold were not cooked yet, the yellow egg yolk was still liquid, but there was already some paste underneath, Yan Yitong was using a spatula and chopsticks to turn the egg over, but her heart-shaped egg instantly cracked and became an incomplete heart.

Yan Yitong also heard the sound of someone coming in, holding chopsticks in one hand and holding a "broken heart" with a spatula in the other, turning his head and seeing that it was Cheng Mo, tears couldn't stop falling, crying and saying: "Why is it so difficult to omelette!"

There was a faint sunshine floating on her milky innocent face, and her smooth forehead was covered with beads of sweat, maybe she didn't sleep well, maybe because she was still crying, the lying silkworms around her eyes were a little swollen, and her eyes were like amber

It's really an infinitely beautiful face of first love.

At this moment, Cheng Mo felt a kind of heartfelt beauty, he quietly took a deep breath, and looked at the garbage basket at Yan Yitong's feet, which was full of egg shells, and there were seven or eight shapeless omelets piled up on a plate on the white marble countertop, and two boxes of ten eggs on the side, one of the plastic boxes was almost empty, but in addition to this, there were several omelette molds on the countertop, five-pointed stars, sunflowers, Little bear, on the cutting board is the already cut ham sausage and chopped green onions, and the lid of the rice cooker in the corner is lifted, and the inside is probably boiled porridge, and the reason why I say it is probly, it is because the water is less, and it has been boiled into a particularly thin rice

Yan Yitong's hazy teary eyes and the disaster scene in the kitchen made the originally quiet morning look a little messy.

Cheng Mo sighed in his heart, closed the glass door of the kitchen, and asked, "Isn't it okay not to fry the heart?"

Yan Yitong shook his head desperately, and the black silk ribbon tied on the collar was immediately raised.

Cheng Mo stretched out his hand to turn off the fire, "I'll come!"

Yan Yitong flattened his mouth, put the failed work just now on the plate, then handed the spatula to Cheng Mo, pulled up Cheng Mo's white T-shirt, wiped the tears in his eyes, and whispered: "Am I stupid?

"You can't be born with anything, you have to learn to walk, let alone something as complicated as cooking. As he spoke, Cheng Mo took the pan to the sink and flushed it, wiped off the burnt material that stuck to it with a rag, cleaned it again, and put the pan back on the stove.

Yan Yitong watched intently as Cheng Mo quickly brushed a layer of oil on the heart-shaped mold, put the heart-shaped mold in the center of the pan, lit the fire, poured some oil into the mold, and then quickly picked up an egg, knocked it twice on the edge of the pan, moved to the top of the heart-shaped mold and broke it, and the transparent egg white and bright egg yolk flowed into the silver mold.

Then Cheng Mo quickly took a bowl of water, poured it into the pan, and a shallow layer of water was spread outside the heart-shaped mold, and then the omelette became half-fried and half-cooked

Yan Yitong opened his eyes wide and saw that the eggs in the heart-shaped mold were not fried, so he slowly solidified into a good-looking appearance, grabbed Cheng Mo's arm and jumped up, "Wow!

Cheng Mo didn't speak, sprinkled some salt on the eggs, and when the layer of water in the pot turned into water vapor, he turned off the fire, took away the heart-shaped mold with chopsticks, and then picked up the spatula and a heart-shaped plate, and put the heart-shaped egg with a golden yellow side and a white and tender inlaid with a fresh yolk into the plate

Yan Yitong immediately said: "I'll come, I'll come, let me try again"

Cheng Mo gave up his position, watching Yan Yitong repeat the steps he had just done in a hurry, and finally made a complete heart-shaped omelette with great effort.

She carefully put the heart-shaped omelette on the plate where Cheng Mo put the omelette just now, posed as two hearts overlapped, and said with a slightly shy smile on the plate: "This is your heart, this is my heart"

At this time, Fu Yuanzhuo opened the glass door and heard what Yan Yitong said, he looked at the two heart-shaped fried eggs on the white porcelain plate, and hurriedly said, "Excuse me! ”

After speaking, Fu Yuanzhuo slammed the glass door shut, and then the entire living room was filled with his unbridled laughter