I almost touched the moon

After lying on the sofa for a while, Wen Song regained some strength and walked to the kitchen. Cheng Che was wearing the pink apron that Lawyer Wen bought for him, with a cat head printed on it.

Wen Song looked at it and thought it was a little funny, but with his figure, it was also a little...sexy.

She took a can of wine from the refrigerator, walked over, put her head in front of the gas stove, and asked curiously, "What are you cooking?"

Cheng Che's heart beat fast because of her sudden intimate behavior. He calmed down and whispered, "Tomato, shrimp, squid and vermicelli casserole. I saw there were shrimps and some squid in the refrigerator, so I cooked them together."

Seeing the wine in her hand again, he reached out and took it from her. When he touched the can, he felt the coldness and couldn't help but frowned, "You are not allowed to drink on an empty stomach."

"Suntori." Wen Song curled his lips and said silently, "It's just peach juice."

"It's not good to drink cold food on an empty stomach." Cheng Che put the wine aside and said softly, "Be obedient and drink after dinner. Go sit in the restaurant, you'll be ready soon."

"Cheng Che, you really are like my grandmother." Wen Song half complained and half scolded, "Only my grandmother would care about these things. Besides, you dare to order me around, you are so disrespectful."

"I was wrong." Cheng Che immediately begged for mercy and said to her, "Go sit down, it will be ready soon, I'll bring it to you."

While eating, Wen Song tasted the tomato vermicelli and was surprised to find that it didn't taste sour. He couldn't help but ask: "How did you make it? It doesn't taste sour. I really hate sour taste."

"I used canned tomatoes, not fresh ones, so they don't have such a strong sour taste. And I added a little more sugar and oyster sauce. Sister likes sweet food, so how do you feel about it? Is it too sweet?" he asked carefully.

"Just right." Wen Song smiled faintly and couldn't help asking, "Why do you know how to cook?"

“After coming to Zurich, I haven’t had a satisfying Chinese meal. I don’t like Western food, so I cooked it myself.” He smiled self-deprecatingly, “After all these years, I still have a Chinese stomach.”

"Me too." Wen Song also agreed, "White people's food is not as delicious as Chinese food, but I'm too lazy to cook."

"It's okay." Cheng Che smiled again, "I will cook for you. What do you want to eat tomorrow?"

Wen Song's eyes lit up when he heard this. He looked at him expectantly and asked, "Can you make jelly pot? I want to eat chicken wings or beef jelly pot."

"What else? Just a jelly pot?"

Wen Song thought for a while and said, "I'm afraid it's too difficult..."

"It's okay." Cheng Che said with a smile, "Sister, go ahead and talk first."

"Steamed spare ribs with black bean sauce. Actually, I also want to eat shrimp, red rice sausage and roast goose, but will it be too much for you?" She said a little embarrassedly.

Cheng Che shook his head and said, "The last two are a bit difficult. Steamed spareribs are ok. Can I make them for you tomorrow?"

"Okay." Wen Song showed a satisfied smile, "I found that after I met you, I became picky. Before, I could just eat anything, but now I want to have a big meal every day."

"What does it matter?" Cheng Che said unconcernedly, "Food is the most important thing for people. At most, I will cook for my sister every day. Anyway, I don't have anything to do recently."

Is that a promise... Wen Song thought silently in his heart. Looking at the serious eyes of the person in front of him, he suddenly felt that it was okay to believe what he said.

"Okay..." Wen Song nodded and said softly, "But you don't have to do it every day. It will be too tiring for you."

When leaving, Cheng Che stopped Wen Song from sending him to the gate of the courtyard and said, "No need to send me off. It's a bit cold at night. Tell me when you wake up tomorrow and I'll come over."

"Okay." Wen Song did not refuse, "Then tell me when you get home."

"Okay, sister, go back and have a rest." He said with a smile, and rubbed Petty's head again, "You stay at home with your sister, brother will come to play with you tomorrow."

"Okay." Wen Song looked at his childish appearance and urged, "It's getting late, go back and have a rest. See you tomorrow."

The next morning, Wen Song heard a frantic dog barking. She buried her head in the quilt, pretending not to hear the barking, and continued to sleep. But then she heard a strong knock on the door, accompanied by even more intense dog barking, which made her unable to fall asleep again.

"Petty!!!" she yelled, "Are you crazy? I want to sleep! Stop making noise! ​​Or I'll stew you!"

As a result, after hearing her voice, Petty not only did not calm down, but became even more excited, and the sound of knocking on the door became louder.

Wen Song had no choice but to call Wen Yiheng. On the other end of the phone, his mother's voice was still indifferent: "What's the matter? I'm in a meeting."

"Listen for yourself." Wen Song turned on the speakerphone and let her listen to Petty's noise.

"You didn't walk it?" Wen Yiheng rolled his eyes, a little impatient, "Ilia, I'm very busy now. I'm in a very important meeting. I don't have time to chat with you or listen to your complaints. Go walk Petty right now."

"Lawyer Wen, it's not even ten in the morning yet, I want to go to bed." She said unhappily, "You didn't tell me you were going to walk the dog in the morning, and now it's making so much noise that I want to stew it."

"Sister, it's common sense to walk the dog twice a day. Do I have to tell you this?" Wen Yiheng glanced at his watch and urged, "Go walk the dog right now. If it destroys the house, I will destroy you. If you stew it, I will stew you." After saying that, he immediately hung up the phone and returned to the meeting room.

Wen Song was at a loss. Listening to Petty's heart-wrenching barking, he couldn't bear to do it, so he had to get up and walk the dog.

After walking the dog for a while and returning home, she was exhausted. She didn't even have the strength to go back to her room. She just fell asleep on the sofa in the living room. Petty was tired from playing, so he also lay down obediently on the carpet in front of the sofa and took a nap with her.

When she woke up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and she also received a WeChat message from Cheng Che.

[Is my sister awake? ]

Wen Song yawned and replied: [I went for a walk with Petty early in the morning. I was so tired and just woke up.]

Cheng Che replied immediately: [Okay, I'll come over now.]

Wen Song stretched, got up from the sofa, and went to the kitchen to make dessert. While preparing the baking ingredients, he talked to Petty, "What do you want to eat?"

Of course Petty ignored her and just looked at her and smiled. Wen Song continued to talk to himself: "How about lemon Madeleine? Or vanilla Madeleine? Which flavor do you prefer?"

Petty seemed to understand what she said, stretched out his front paw and patted her leg. Wen Song nodded and said, "Okay, then sister will make both, lemon Madeleine and vanilla Madeleine, but you are too fat, you can't eat them."

"Hmm..." Petty uttered a whimper and silently lay back on the ground.

Wen Song couldn't help laughing when he saw it, he patted its head and said, "Okay, sister will give you something to eat, our Petty is not fat at all."