[Double Flowers] Long Time Lives in Love

Sun Zheping had a good time with Zhang Jiale the day before, and the next morning he had nothing to do. He woke up when he heard the alarm clock, his long legs were buried under the quilt and he was wearing a shirt. After buttoning up, he saw Zhang Jiale rubbing his eyes at him in a daze. She leaned down and kissed his eyes again, and the eyelashes swept across his lips like a small brush, leaving a tickling feeling.

He leaned into Zhang Jiale's ear, and asked him softly what he would like to have for dinner.

"...a small fry."

Zhang Jiale weakly grabbed Sun Zheping's neckline with one hand, muttered two words, turned over and went back to sleep.

Sun Zheping thinks that the name Xiaochao is too general, it almost sums up most of the home-cooked dishes, plus regional differences, in short, if you want to be more realistic, you can definitely make a restaurant menu.

He thought about the possibility of frying mushrooms, and then thought of the legendary dancing villain, but he gave up this plan, changed his mind and decided to make potato chips with fried pork.

When Sun Zheping went out, Zhang Jiale opened his eyes, buried his face in the pillow for a while, and sat up rubbing his waist.

He only felt sore all over his body, and it wasn't the aftereffects of doing too much, although Sun Zheping also had some responsibility.

When the weather turned cold, the room began to feel chilly. Zhang Xiaohei unceremoniously occupied the place next to his feet, and slept under the quilt at night, snoring loudly.And little Sanhua was lying on the quilt near Zhang Jiale's shoulders, with a round belly, Zhang Jiale could only twist her body and shrink into Sun Zheping's arms, so as not to touch these two little masters.

What, Sun Xiaohuang?

The little golden retriever who looked cute before has grown so big in a blink of an eye, and even the small face has grown a lot. There is no way to sleep on the bed. Sun Zheping added a soft blanket to its kennel, It just sat there contentedly.

The result was that Zhang Jiale couldn't relax and have a good rest all night, his back was tense, his legs were wrapped around Sun Zheping's body, and when his male physical characteristics appeared in the morning, he felt very nervous.

"A sin..."

Zhang Jiale took a look at Zhang Xiaohei who was pressing on Sun Zheping's quilt with his small hands, and felt that his son seemed to have grown up a lot, not much smaller than Sun Xiaohuang.

He reached out and scratched Zhang Xiaohei's white neckerchief. Zhang Xiaohei raised his head with a face of enjoyment, and raised a paw to pat his hand with a pad of flesh.

After teasing Zhang Xiaohei for a while, Zhang Jiale felt a little sore and uncomfortable in the muscles of his arms, so Zhang Jiale let go of his hands, got up, put on his clothes and pants, rubbed his braids that were a little rough, and walked to the kitchen.

After establishing a relationship with Sun Zheping, he seldom went downstairs to buy food, and Sun Zheping would prepare one for him in most mornings.

Sure enough, there was a soup bowl covered by a white bowl on the dining table.

Zhang Jiale opened the bowl, and saw that the soup bowl below was filled with [-]% wontons, the northern kind, with thin skin and big filling, and there were some shredded seaweed and carrot in the soup, which was full of color, fragrance and taste.

He smiled, and in his mind, Sun Zheping was wearing a shirt and an apron, standing in front of a pot of boiling water, pouring wontons.

What Sun Zheping said is correct, it is indeed a steady profit without loss, and the profit is huge.

Zhang Jiale was in a good mood. He hummed a little song that he always listened to when he was at home, picked up a pair of chopsticks with gold flowers on a black background, and picked up a wonton with a skillful movement, brought it to his mouth and blew it before using the chopsticks in front of him. A few teeth bit down lightly.

After eating, he washed the three bowls and two pairs of chopsticks on the table before he went back to the bedroom and took out his mobile phone, and sent Sun Zheping a message on QQ that "the wontons are delicious".

It took half an hour for Sun Zheping to reply with an emoji, probably because he drove to the company and punched in the time to look through the documents to give him the reply.

Zhang Jiale threw the phone next to the mouse, and didn't reply to the message. Anyway, Sun Zheping would talk to him when he wanted to talk to him. Emoji usually means that people are busy.

By the time Sun Zheping came home in the evening, Zhang Jiale had completely forgotten what he said in the morning that he wanted to eat fried rice. He only remembered that it was Sun Zheping who cooked the dishes today, and he had prepared the rice and put it in the rice cooker to be cooked.While flipping through the ingredients that Sun Zheping brought back, he stood in the kitchen and yelled in the direction of the bedroom, making a fuss:

"Why did you buy two pork loins?"

"Look carefully." Sun Zheping just changed his clothes, and before he had buttoned them up, he came out with his sleeves rolled up, and poked two pieces of meat covered in plastic wrap. "It's called tenderloin."

"Oh."

Zhang Jiale stretched out his finger and poked Sun Zheping's finger.

"Cut a potato if you have time."

Sun Zheping took Zhang Jiale's hand, rubbed his fingertips together, rested his chin on his shoulder, and raised one hand to his waist.

"What else to chop besides potatoes, Chef Sun?"

Zhang Jiale tilted his head and rubbed Sun Zheping's head.

"Cut some shallots and garlic, and cut green peppers into sections," Sun Zheping left Zhang Jiale, ready to button up his buttons to wash his hands before cutting the meat. "Don't rub your eyes or rub your face on the green pepper after you cut it, the one you bought this time may be a bit spicy."

"I know."

Zhang Jiale turned his head and showed a smile of "Leave it to me", picked out a few potatoes and put them in a small pot, put them in the sink, pulled the apron with his left hand and turned on the faucet with the right, and tied a small flower apron on the water while catching the water. body.

When Sun Zheping was standing next to Zhang Jiale cutting the meat, Zhang Jiale glanced at it several times, the muscles on his forearms swelled up a little, full of masculinity and sexiness.

"Lele," Sun Zheping noticed Zhang Jiale's slight head tilt from the corner of his eyes, and then paid attention to the movement of his hands. Seeing the blade touching his fingertips, he had no choice but to reach out and grab Zhang Jiale's hand. "Pay attention."

"Who told you to stand by and seduce me?"

Zhang Jiale stabilized his hand, and cut the last section of green pepper with a "click", leaving a small light white mark on the cutting board.

Sun Zheping raised his eyebrows: "I seduced you?"

Zhang Jiale replied without raising his head, "Yes."

"Zhang Jiale, look at me."

"Ok?"

Zhang Jiale made a pile of green peppers with a kitchen knife before turning his head. As soon as he turned around, he saw Sun Zheping's face quickly enlarged in front of his eyes, and then his lips were kissed again, and he took a light bite.

"That's called seducing you."

Sun Zheping let go, turned his head calmly, picked up the kitchen knife and continued to cut the meat.

"Old rascal."

Zhang Jiale licked his lips, squatted down and found two green and white shallots from under the cabinet, and stood in front of the trash can to peel off the dry leaves on top.

When the onions, garlic and green peppers were all cut up, the potato slices were neatly stacked in the basin, and the tenderloin was cut into slices to marinate, Zhang Jiale's stomach began to growl.

Sun Zheping laughed, rubbed Zhang Jiale's stomach with the back of his hand, and started to fry potatoes.

Zhang Jiale washed his hands, folded his arms to look at Sun Zheping, pulled Zhang Xiaohei and Sun Xiaohuang away three times while trying to steal the meat, and when the potatoes were fried out of the pot, he picked up a piece with his index finger and thumb that was still hot Throw it into your mouth and taste it.

Sun Zheping flipped through the meat slices and asked Zhang Jiale, "How is it?"

"Yeah," Zhang Jiale turned the potato in his mouth a few times before biting it down. The outside was slightly crispy, but the inside felt sandy. There were only two words for his evaluation: "Delicious."

"Don't steal it."

Sun Zheping put the plate on the corner of the cutting board, and poured the meat into the pot.

When the meat slices were separated and half-cooked, then poured in green peppers, shallots and garlic and stir-fried together, Sun Zheping looked like a chef.

Zhang Jiale took another piece of potato and put it into his mouth, jokingly said, "Did you study in New Oriental?"

"That's right," Sun Zheping watched the meat change color and the smell of green pepper slowly wafted out. He glanced at Zhang Jiale who was eating happily, and brought the potatoes over and poured them into the pot. "It's just for you."

"Actually, I also read Lan Xiang before," Zhang Jiale hugged Sun Zheping and watched him cook. "I want to build a house."

"Have you learned?"

Sun Zheping took a piece of meat with his left hand and put it into his mouth, bit half of it, tasted it, and then fed the rest to Zhang Jiale.

"Very good, you put some more soy sauce."

Zhang Jiale reached for the soy sauce bottle that was leaning on the side, lifted the small red lid and poured a little into the pot, and when he put it back, he licked his own fingertips that were stained with sporadic dark liquid.

"Go get some rice and wait," Sun Zheping said to Zhang Jiale. "It will be fine soon."