midsummer restlessness

Wearing a simple floral apron, ponytail, and shirt sleeves rolled up high, a small part of the exposed arm is still stained with water, and he is cutting vegetables on the chopping board neatly.

The kitchen knife made a rhythmic sound on the board.

This is what Wang Junkai saw when he went downstairs.

"Morning."

He walked into the kitchen with a sigh of relief, took out a bottle of soda water from the refrigerator, and leaned against the counter next to him, pointed to the various vegetables on the bottle with the bottle, "You are——"

"Make breakfast." Without raising her head, Xia An put the sliced ​​potatoes into the nearest bowl and ordered, "Come here and help."

"Wash the tomatoes."

Wang Junkai rolled up his sleeves, picked up the pot of tomatoes and put them in the sink, "Should I still have to crack two eggs?" He turned on the faucet and asked Xia An.

The water splashed out too much, and he turned the water flow down a bit.

"Not stupid." Xia An raised the back of his hand to rub his nose, and smiled, "How do you know?"

"You can only make scrambled eggs with tomatoes." Wang Junkai took out a tomato from it, rinsed it, took two bites, and watched her answer calmly.

In all the home economics classes in high school, Xia An’s works were scrambled eggs with tomatoes, sweet and sour, five-spice, kimchi, barbecue...

One year there was a temporary lack of a show at the New Year's Eve party, and class leader Lao Yao recommended her to perform live, but Xia An sternly rejected her. Go to God of Cookery.

Xia An glanced at him, "That's much better than quick-frozen dumplings, okay? The eggs are in the refrigerator."

Wang Junkai took the bowl she handed over, turned around and took out two eggs from the refrigerator, knocked them into the bowl vigorously, "Sorry, there are still Yuanxiao."

"There are still several bottles of fruit jam. Do you eat Lantern Festival and lick fruit jam every day to fill your stomach?" Xia An ignored his excuse, took chopsticks and carefully picked out the egg skin that Wang Junkai had beaten in the bowl, and skillfully stirring.

The sound of "呲啦" is the sound of egg liquid being poured into the hot oil pan.

Without looking back, Xia An reached out and took Wang Junkai's pot of washed tomatoes from behind accurately, and used chopsticks to dip them into the pot one by one, "Xiao Kai, check to see if the rice in the rice cooker is cooked." —— not Wang Junkai, It's Xiaokai.

Wang Junkai was stunned for a moment.

Xia An called him naturally and familiarly, without the slightest bit of embarrassment, as if asking him to hand over a pen or help fetch the paper a long time ago, blurting it out, it took him for granted as if he had always been called this way.

However, it has been a long time since she heard this name from her mouth, and now she hears it again, but there is no discord in the slightest, as if the 7 years of estrangement no longer exist.

Xia An was still earnestly picking the tomatoes into the pot, not realizing the frozen expression on the face of the person behind him - a little surprised, but also imperceptibly joyful.

The breakfast was quite sumptuous, with tomato scrambled eggs, sweet and sour potato shreds, and boiled Mushu persimmon soup. Xia An served two bowls of rice on the table, looking forward to observe Wang Junkai's reaction after tasting, "How is it?" She asked .

Wang Junkai blinked his beautiful peach eyes twice, with a calm expression, he calmly pushed the plate in front of her, "Why don't you try it too."

Xia An looked at him suspiciously, hesitantly picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth, chewed it twice before spitting it out, with a painful expression, "Bah, why is it so salty."

She cried and said, "How did you swallow it?"

Wang Junkai took a sip of water, and glanced at her disapprovingly, "You didn't put too much salt in your tomato scrambled eggs, you've already gotten used to it, okay?"

Xia An felt that he had been shot in the knee, so he silently ate rice, turned his mouth around the failed plate of tomato scrambled eggs to add sweet and sour potato shreds, secretly thankful that he managed to make two dishes, and one failed. There is another plate.

She put the dish in her mouth and chewed it twice, her expression stiffened instantly.

Wang Junkai glanced sideways at her face and played N expressions in a random loop for a moment, and decisively withdrew his hand trying to pinch the plate of shredded potatoes.

Seeing Xia An's expression of wanting to cry but no tears finally fixed on his face, he became angry and tried his best to comfort him, "It's okay, maybe you just served the potatoes after cutting them on the chopping board and forgot to cook them, little one." Mistakes are understandable."

Xia An was made even more sad by his comfort. She put down her chopsticks, got up and took the two dishes away, "I'll go and cook two more bowls of dumplings, or do you prefer fruit sauce with Lantern Festival?"

"It will be all right."

Wang Junkai shrugged and said that in terms of his current taste resistance index, let alone fruit sauce mixed with Lantern Festival, he can even eat a whole bowl of spicy rice mixed with rice, or Laoganma mixed with ice cream.

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