Shen Tingzhou, whose heart was beaten by Meng Wanyi, silently returned to the kitchen to cook her a bowl of egg noodles.

When it was served, Meng Wanyi didn't even look at it and said that she was full and didn't want to eat.

Shen Tingzhou patiently persuaded, "Eat some, you will be hungry in the middle of the night if you only eat snacks." ”

However, Meng Wanyi was very stubborn, "I don't eat." ”

Meng Wanyi's stubborn temper, Shen Tingzhou had been taught, so he could only sigh.

Go back to the kitchen to tidy up the mess.

At one o'clock in the morning, Meng Wanyi, who was not sleepy, lay on the bed and swiped the food video, and then her stomach was hungry.

She extinguished her phone and rolled on the bed a few times in an attempt to hypnotize herself: when she fell asleep, she would not be hungry.

But it didn't work.

As soon as she closed her eyes, her head was full of images of those delicious foods.

The more I think about it, the more hungry I get, and the more depressed I get, the more I want to eat.

After Meng Wanyi repeated the failure of self-hypnosis, she still decided to get up and find something to eat.

Since you can't resist, then follow your heart.

After making a decision, Meng Wanyi tiptoed barefoot and opened the crack in the door to observe the situation.

The custard bun in the living room heard the movement, squeezed the dog's head into the crack of the door, and raised his eyes to stare at her.

There was a big question in his round eyes.

Meng Wanyi made a silent action, and sure enough, the range of action of the custard bun was a little smaller.

At this time, the living room and the second bedroom were dark and quiet, presumably Shen Tingzhou should be asleep at this moment.

Thinking of this, Meng Wanyi went straight to the kitchen with confidence and boldness.

As a result, when I went in, I found that all the food on the snack rack was gone, the refrigerator was empty, and the bowl of noodles was nowhere to be seen.

Meng Wanyi gritted her teeth when she held on to the refrigerator door, and the dog was still Shen Tingzhou's dog.

If you don't eat the noodles he cooks, you will cut off her back road.

Just as Meng Wanyi was about to go back to the nest and continue to sleep in frustration, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the casserole on the stove.

She walked over and touched the lid to find it hot.

Meng Wanyi lightly opened it and saw that it was boiled peanut pork rib porridge, and green onions were carefully sprinkled on it.

The seductive aroma instantly made Meng Wanyi appetite, and she couldn't help but pick up a small bowl and fill it with a bowl.

The white porridge is already very thick, the pork ribs are in good shape, the bones and meat have been separated, and the peanuts taste just right.

Meng Wanyi sat at the dining table and ate a big bowl before realizing that this was specially made for herself by Shen Tingzhou.

After all, before going to bed, there is no such pot of porridge.

Thinking of this, Meng Wanyi suddenly lost her appetite, and she didn't go to serve the second bowl, and after cleaning up the scene, she went to the recliner on the balcony to spread out.

The evening breeze is long, the moonlight is like water, and before you know it, it is June.

Meng Wanyi lay on the rocking chair, swaying gently, swaying, and all kinds of emotions that were suppressed on weekdays flooded.

She looked up at the sky in silence, her eyes filled with confusion.

It was so dark, so dark that she couldn't see the stars or the road under her feet.

Forgetting how she fell asleep, Meng Wanyi felt in a trance that she was being embraced into a wide embrace.

Then she was placed on the clouds, the tip of her nose lingering with the smell of the sun.

She snorted comfortably a few times, and said unconsciously: "Touch the back." ”

As a result, after a while, a pair gently patted her on the back, and the force was just right.

Meng Wanyi's frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and a hot tear slipped into her sideburns.

The familiar feeling reminded her of when she was five or six years old, when the family conditions were still relatively poor, and she lived in a tube building with her parents.

The conditions can be said to be more difficult, not only the house is small, the sound insulation is poor, but it is also easy to lack power supply and water and power outages in the middle of summer.

When there was no electricity, Meng Yiming was like now, while she touched her back, shaking a pu fan to coax her to sleep.

The gust of wind that sent her cool shook until Meng Yiming took a nap, and it would be suspended.

But as long as Meng Wanyi chirped twice, Meng Yiming had muscle memory, and even if he closed his eyes, he would continue to shake until dawn.

The environment in the tube building is poor, the sound insulation is not good, there is often the sound of slapping balls upstairs, the sound of slippers pulling on the floor, one after another, plus the non-stop screaming outside the window, which makes the already hot day add a touch of boredom.

But Meng Wanyi spent one beautiful night after another in Meng Yiming's pu fan and out-of-tune humming.

At that time, she never felt bitter, life was sweet, the lights at home were on, and she was not alone.

They called her Wanwan Baby.

Not a broom star, not a nemesis, and not a slut.