Qi Youmian thought that he would lose sleep in a strange place.

But unexpectedly, when she changed into soft and close-fitting cotton pajamas and walked out of the steamy bathroom, the heating in the bedroom was turned on just right, so that when she lay down in the soft and warm bed after taking a shower, she only sighed with satisfaction.

Wen Jiulan said that he often cleans and disinfects, which should not be nonsense.

Because when he buried his little face in the velvet quilt, the tip of Qi Youmian's nose was swept by a familiar light fragrance.

It's exactly the same smell as Wen Jiulan's body.

Maybe it's laundry detergent, or maybe it's the faint scent of disinfectant.

The mind that was awake in the shower and worried that it would be sleepless all night began to sink the moment it touched the bed.

Qi Youmian yawned slightly, adjusted his sleeping position and fell into the mattress more relaxed, when he caught a glimpse of a bunch of keys placed on the bay window.

It was all the keys that belonged to the master bedroom, Wen Jiulan took the initiative to find out and handed it to her, and repeatedly told her to remember to lock it at night.

Qi Youmian was drowsy, the corners of his lips curled, and he let his consciousness fall into a deep sleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was still pitch black, with only the heater light glowing a little.

Qi Youmian was still a little sleepy, closed his eyes, stretched his arm out of the quilt, and fumbled on the bedside table for a long time before he grabbed his mobile phone.

The screen lights up, making it a bit glaring in a dimly lit room.

Qi Youmian squinted his eyes, his sleepy brain was not fully awake, and he was struggling to process the information in front of him.

Then he sat up.

- It's already ten o'clock?

She rarely slept so late, especially when it was someone else's house.

Qi Youmian lifted the warm quilt and got out of bed and opened the curtains.

In an instant, the bright winter sun shone brightly into the room, and large spots of bright golden light fell on the girl standing in front of the window.

Qi Youmian urgently went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, put the cotton clothes he wore last night on the outside of his pajamas, and then opened the bedroom door.

She looked out, and the first thing she heard was the hum of the kitchen hood, which was a glass door, a little dull.

The next second, she moved the tip of her nose and smelled the aroma of frying.

Qi Youmian walked out of the bedroom, the cat ears on the slippers fluttered lightly, swaying slightly in the air as she walked.

The kitchen was made of fully transparent glass sliding doors, Qi Youmian bypassed the dining table, and saw Wen Jiulan with his back to her at a glance.

The boy looked down at the frying pan, his hair was jet black, but the exposed neck was extremely white.

He wore a plain black velvet pajamas, and when he raised his hand to pick up the spices, the sleeves slipped up, revealing the thin but powerful wrist bones with slightly protruding joints.

The frying pan rattled, but Wen Jiulan's movements were extremely calm, and he looked like he was often cooking.

Also, he has been living alone since a few years ago, how can he not be skilled.

Qi Youmian leaned against the kitchen door, looking at Wen Jiulan's back, his thoughts had already run away.

Therefore, when Wen Jiulan turned around, she didn't react for a while, and glanced at the boy through the glass door.

Wen Jiulan looked a little surprised, and walked over and opened the kitchen door. As the sliding door opens, the aroma of frying intensifies.

The gluttonous worms in Qi Youmian's stomach were all awakened, and he cooed twice.

"Woke up, did you sleep well?" Wen Jiulan also heard those two voices, and there was a little smile in her eyes.

Qi Youmian covered his stomach, and the tips of his ears were faintly powdered.

She was a little embarrassed, "Well, I slept well, I didn't expect to sleep so late......"

Wen Jiulan gently pushed Qi Youmian's back with the back of her hand, "Go to the restaurant and sit, I'll bring you breakfast." ”

He added, "If you sleep well, I can rest assured." ”

Qi Youmian obediently sat on the dining chair, turned his head and looked at Wen Jiulan's back, "When did you get up to prepare?" ”

Wen Jiulan paused, "It didn't take long." ”

His voice was low and hoarse, and he turned off the hood with natural movements.

- I didn't sleep much all night, waking up every hour. At six o'clock, I had already gotten up to buy vegetables and mix the filling, because I didn't know when Qi Youmian would get up, so I had already made three pots of fried buns, and when it was cold, I put it in the refrigerator, this is the fourth pot......

Anyway, he said that it wasn't long, and four hours wasn't long.

Qi Youmian naturally didn't know what Wen Jiulan was thinking, she sat down obediently in the dining chair and watched Wen Jiulan put a plate of fried buns in front of her.

The fried buns are small and white and tender, the skin is soft and swollen, but the bottom is fried to a charred and crispy crisp, and there will be a very nice clicking sound when you bite into it.

It is served with mellow soy milk bought at a nearby breakfast shop, with a small amount of sugar, and poured into a glass to exude a gentle steam.

Qi Youmian blew the hot air that had just come out of the pot, and at the same time ate a small and small fried bun.

Wen Jiulan adjusted the saltiness of the filling very appropriately, and there was an oily and fragrant gravy when he took a bite, and the fresh and fragrant taste filled his mouth.

Qi Youmian gave Wen Jiulan a thumbs up, "It's super delicious!" Brother Jiulan is too good at doing it! ”

Wen Jiulan's fingers at his side were all curled up with nervousness.

It wasn't until he heard the little girl's sincere praise that he breathed a sigh of relief, his unconsciously tense body relaxed, and his thin lips raised slightly, "It's good if you like it." ”

Qi Youmian was well fed, but in the end, her appetite was small, even if Wen Jiulan made all the fried buns small, she really couldn't eat four of them.

And when she put down the chopsticks, Wen Jiulan naturally moved the white porcelain plate in front of her, and ate all the fried buns left by Qi Youmian without changing her face.

Qi Youmian took a small sip of warm and mellow soy milk, and couldn't help but glance at the apron on Wen Jiulan's body that had not yet been ununtied.

Probably sent when buying something at the supermarket, the light green apron was wrapped with a yellow seam and a huge supermarket logo printed.

That is, the boy's eyebrows and eyes are deep and cold, and he is wearing this apron with an expressionless face, and he even has a bit of a fashionable feeling.

After drinking the soy milk to the bottom, Qi Youmian put the glass on the table and burped.

Wen Jiulan took two bites of a fried bun, and she had almost eaten it, and when she heard the slight movement of the bottom of the glass and the table top, she immediately raised her head keenly, "Do you want more?" ”

Qi Youmian hurriedly shook his head, "No need, I'm already super full." ”

Wen Jiulan nodded, didn't say anything more, picked up the plates and chopsticks and went to the kitchen.

There was a sound of rushing water from the kitchen, Qi Youmian glanced at it, and Wen Jiulan was washing dishes.

In the sound of the collision of dishes and chopsticks, he did not forget to advise, "There are washed fruits in the living room, the remote control is on the coffee table, if you are bored, go watch TV." ”

Qi Youmian: ......

She tilted her head slightly, her expression solemn.

Why, inexplicably there is a sense of déjà vu for an old husband and wife to spend the weekend?