It’s Colder Today

What's wrong? Wei Songying walked over and stood behind her.

Shi Yun probably read through some books while he was taking a shower. They were not adult magazines, but they were all world famous books.

Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign.

Shi Yun originally thought it was just for decoration, but when he randomly picked out two or three books, all of them were marked by reading.

Shi Yun was a little shocked: There are so many books.

Wei Zongying guessed why she was surprised. When she passed by, Shi Yun walked towards the kitchen: I am from the Chinese Department of the university.

Indescribable level of surprise.

As expected, the saying goes that people should not be judged by their appearance.

Wei Cong should open the refrigerator. Apart from beer, there was only some frozen food left in the refrigerator.

There are still a few eggs.

He took out the ingredients from the refrigerator. He was not very good at cooking, but after studying abroad for three years, he could still cook instant noodles and fry eggs.

When the pot was being cooked, Wei Congying came out of the kitchen and looked at Shi Yun, who was still standing in front of the bookshelf in disbelief. He was not angry, but smiled: It doesn't look like it?

Shi Yun nodded knowingly and walked over: It doesn't look like it.

The discussion about whether Wei Songying was a cultural person did not continue. He pointed out the dumplings and wontons he took out from the refrigerator to her: Which one do you want to eat? Or a little of both?

Let's all do it. Shi Yun has never been able to choose this kind of thing.

There was a pot waiting for the water to boil. He bent down and took out another clean pot from the dishwasher. He poured some oil into it and felt the temperature of the pot with his palm hanging above it. He held a spatula in one hand. , holding the egg in one hand, knocked it gently to the side of the cooking table, and beat the egg with one hand.

A sizzling sound came from the pot. He adjusted the fire and watched the egg whites bubble in the pot filled with hot oil: Do you like soft-boiled eggs?

Shi Yun: I like the older ones.

Wei Cong carefully flipped the eggs with a spatula. When he heard her request, he fried them a little longer.

The water over there was boiling. After he took the fried eggs out of the pot, he put a small plate next to it. I picked up the quick-frozen dumplings and wontons next to the cooking table and put fifteen pieces in each.

Shi Yun sat at the dining table outside and looked at the figure in the kitchen. He was not in a hurry. It seemed that sometimes he would cook a quick meal for himself to cope with the problem.

Ten minutes later, he brought out two bowls of dumplings and wontons in two trips. On the second trip, he had a plate with fried eggs and a bottle of vinegar in his hand.

Before he could sit down, Shi Yun asked as if ordering: Is there any soy sauce?

Wei Zongying turned around and went to the kitchen to find an unopened bottle of soy sauce from the cabinet for her.

Shi Yun opened the soy sauce bottle and poured soy sauce and vinegar on the fried eggs.

Wei Zongying watched her take a big bite and didn't mind. He doesn't like eating frozen dumplings and wontons very much. He always feels that the fillings inside are not as delicious as those made at home. But maybe it was because he really exhausted his energy just now. He ate the fifteen dumplings and wontons very quickly.

Wait for him to take a sip of soup before looking up again. There were still a few dumplings left in Shiyun's soup bowl, and there was a whole fried egg in the bowl next to it filled with soy sauce and vinegar. The egg white was gone.

Wei Zong responded: You don't eat egg huáng?

Shi Yun heard the sound and looked at the small bowl next to him, then nodded.

Wei Zongying asked again: Where are the boiled eggs?

Shi Yun shook his head: I won't eat eggs either.

Wei Zong responded: Where are the salted duck eggs?

Shi Yun nodded this time: I'll eat this.

Wei Songying seemed to be interested: What about the mixed ones? For example, whitebait stewed eggs, or scrambled eggs.

Shi Yun swallowed the three fresh dumplings in his mouth: Eat these.

He continued to ask: Do you have any other interesting flavors?

Shi Yun thought for a while: If it's a plate of braised chicken wings or a plate of braised chicken legs made at home, I'll eat it, but if it's a whole chicken cut into pieces and braised in braised sauce, I won't eat it.

Wei Zongying was amused by her: What if it's fried chicken?

Shi Yun: I'll eat this too.

After she finished speaking, the person opposite laughed even more happily. She thought this was not a funny thing.

Your taste is quite interesting. After Wei Songying finished speaking, he saw that her expression seemed to be disapproving and asked, No one said that?

Shi Yun shook his head.

Wei Zong responded: Then what did others say?

Shi Yun: It's difficult to raise.

It was not a very friendly word. After hearing this, Wei Cong put away the smile on his face and became more serious and focused: I feel like I will buy an egg white separator in the future.

'after'.

This is a magic word.

But Shi Yun knew that for people like Wei Congying, this word was like a scumbag who just wanted to have a one-night stand and promised the silly girl to call her at night when they separated the next day.

People like him are very good at making a bad story look good in just a few words.

In the end, there were still two dumplings and one wonton left. The dough had become a little hard and chewy. Shi Yun didn't eat it, so it was wasted.

The dishwasher starts working.

The two of them were too full and sat in the living room.

Wei Zongying continued with the half-assembled model before he started. Shi Yun continued to stand in front of his bookshelf. His fingers fell on the spine of the book and crossed the title of a book: There is actually a Dream of Red Mansions.

Wei Cong should be busy with what he is doing

After assembling the model, he looked up at her and then lowered his head to continue playing with the parts in his hands: My first sexual enlightenment book.