[Double Flowers] Long Time Lives in Love

After returning home, Zhang Jiale climbed onto the bed and continued to sleep back into the cage. Sun Zheping pre-cooked meals for the three small animals in the family. After watching them finish eating, he took off his clothes, rubbed his hair, and climbed onto the bed to sleep with Zhang Jiale. .

Zhang Jiale woke up at nine o'clock in the morning, the biological clock was running, and when he woke up, his stomach was growling with hunger.Turning his head to look around, Sun Zheping was sleeping soundly next to him, his unchanging trousers and shirt were crumpled and tightly wrapped around his body. After thinking for 3 minutes, he still decided not to change Sun Zheping's clothes.

Sun Xiaohuang stood beside the bed, wagging his tail, and pawed onto the side of the bed as soon as he raised his front paws.

Zhang Jiale picked up Sun Xiaohuang and got off the bed. The little golden retriever grew up quite fast, much bigger and heavier than when he got home, hugged warmly in his arms, sticking out his tongue. Chi-ha-chi panting.He looked back, Zhang Xiaohei was lying on the ground of the south balcony, lazily basking in the sun, and Xiaosanhua was lying on the other side.

"It's a good thing he doesn't go to work today," Zhang Jiale didn't know whether he was talking to Sun Xiaohuang or talking to himself. "Otherwise, in this state, I will be blamed if my salary is deducted."

After finishing speaking, he shrugged his shoulders, like a mischievous high school student.

Sun Xiaohuang tilted his head and licked Zhang Jiale's chin.

Zhang Jiale wandered around the kitchen, tossing and tossing all night, and didn't want to go downstairs to buy breakfast to toss and toss, and generally speaking, it's safer to eat something homemade when the stomach and intestines are not good, although it doesn't mean that the outside is not good, but In fact, this is the case.

When it comes to making breakfast, he really has no idea. Sun Zheping will bring his share at home on rest days, and he will go out to buy it on weekdays. When he gets home, he will live broadcast breakfast for breakfast. When he is happy, he will explain what fried dough sticks are. Let it soften, the tofu brain is a bit salty, the soy milk must be saccharin, and there is a lot of soy sauce in the bun.

I opened the rice cabinet and looked around, and decided to cook porridge. It is not easy to make mistakes, and it may have the effect of nourishing the stomach. I took a small shiny steel basin, scooped a small pot of millet with the rice tank, and thought about it. I want to catch some lilies again.I have to say that Sun Zheping’s family has all the ingredients, such as red dates, goji berries, raisins, lotus seeds and lilies. When he first arrived, he teased that Sun Zheping wanted to be the husband of the house, but Sun Zheping shrugged his shoulders and said to him, “You If you want", he was so scared that he almost turned around and left with his suitcase.

Cooking porridge is very simple, wash the rice and put the water away, put the lily in it and cook together, plug in the electricity and press the button on the rice cooker a few times, and a pot of delicious porridge will be ready after a while, when it is ready, put it away Some sugar, how nice.

Zhang Jiale's taste is that of the damp southerners. He likes spicy food, but he also habitually eats sweet porridge. It belongs to the habit of putting sugar in porridge when he was a child.In the past, some people in Tyranny wondered why he didn't mix chili sauce Laoganma with his porridge. Zhang Jiale was also confused. Who said he had to mix chili sauce Laoganma with his food?What misconceptions do they have about Southerners?

Sun Xiaohuang was extremely happy following Zhang Jiale's feet, licking his ankle for a while, stepping on the slippers for a while, treating his moving feet as toys, wagging his tail happily, while Zhang Jiale was pouring into the pot While pouring the rice, Baidu put down how high the water should be, and I had to put down my phone from time to time and put my fingers into the pot to compare, but I didn't care about it.

His original plan was to wake up Sun Zheping after the porridge was ready, but he didn't put the lid on the pot until Didi pressed the switch twice, when he heard footsteps in slippers stepping on the floor getting closer.

"Are you all right?"

Sun Zheping leaned against the door frame and looked at Zhang Jiale. He also took a look at the pots and pans in the kitchen, thinking about what Zhang Jiale was doing.

For Sun Zheping, Zhang Jiale's cooking tastes pretty good most of the time, but some dishes with local characteristics are not ruled out, which he, a northerner, can't accept.

To put it simply, eating Zhang Jiale's food is a little bit of luck, and I don't know if I may eat something strange someday.And according to his experience, the value of this luck is not very good.

"It should be fine."

Zhang Jiale replied casually, feeling pretty good now.He looked at the switch on the rice cooker and thought about whether to press porridge or porridge, steam it, or cook it in small quantities?

The design of this thing is too advanced now, and there are a bunch of words with similar meanings on it, but he can't tell the difference between these words. It's not as good as the old rice cooker with only one switch.

Sun Zheping looked at Zhang Jiale, and spent five seconds reasoning that most of the cooking was porridge, so he reached out and pressed the button to cook the porridge, and the rice cooker beeped and a small red light came on.

"What did you cook, porridge?"

"The white porridge is not good enough," Zhang Jiale curled his lips. "I make lily millet porridge."

Sun Zheping withdrew his arms and held them casually on his chest: "I thought you boiled all the things in the rice cabinet in the pot."

"What kind of thing is that, hodgepodge?" Zhang Jiale looked at Sun Zheping. "How can my taste be so bad?"

"I made it when I was just learning how to cook. It tastes okay and I can eat it."

While talking, Sun Zheping tilted his head and looked in the mirror. There is a mirror on the kitchen wall of his house, which was the product of his parents' sudden intervention during the renovation. When he realized that the mirror had already been installed, he didn't bother. Demolished.

In the mirror, I could see the crumpled shirt, and the originally crisp collar was turned up at one corner, not to mention how miserable he was.

And it's hard to sleep in a shirt.When he changed his clothes yesterday, he didn't bother to choose a style, so he directly took the work clothes hanging outside.As soon as I fell asleep, I felt like being tied up with a rope.

So Sun Zheping simply unbuttoned his shirt, starting with the one at the neckline, and while teasing and laughing with Zhang Jiale about cooking, he unbuttoned it all the way from top to bottom, then took off the shirt and threw it away from him. Not far from the chair.

Zhang Jiale watched Sun Zheping take off his shirt neatly, and said, "Come on, when you were in Baihua, you would use that instant noodle pot to cook hot pot with me in the dormitory." He almost didn't finish.

In fact, Sun Zheping was very particular about wearing a shirt. He wore a sleeveless vest inside, which, in the words of a girl, was for base layering.But his figure is a bit too good, and the vest is thin and tight, like a muscular guy in European and American TV dramas, with an indescribable bulge on his chest.

He glanced at Zhang Jiale's Adam's apple that was moving up and down, and said, "Why are you nervous?"

"No," Zhang Jiale stacked the small soup bowl and stainless steel spoon that he found out from the cupboard and chopstick cage just now. "I don't mind if you want to take off your clothes. Don't take off your pants in the kitchen. It's not good to play hooligans in broad daylight."

Sun Zheping raised his eyebrows: "If I take off my trousers at my own house, is that considered hooliganism?"

"Of course." Zhang Jiale put the bowl on the dining table, turned his back to Sun Zheping and imitated his group of little fans: "Uncle Policeman, this is the person."

Sun Zheping didn't speak this time, he picked up his shirt and walked to the bedroom while untying his belt, Sun Xiaohuang looked up at Zhang Jiale, then at Sun Zheping, his four little claws were moving very quickly, stepping on the floor and following Sun Zheping ran away.

Zhang Jiale leaned out half of his body and looked at Sun Zheping's back, a small waist and a small section of underwear exposed between the loose trousers.