[Double Flowers] Long Time Lives in Love

In the evening, when Sun Zheping came home from work, Zhang Jiale was squatting on the ground to taste canned cat food. The cat sat obediently opposite Zhang Jiale and looked up at him. His big eyes are like glass balls, shining brightly.

He fanned the printed paper with the names of several hospitals written in his hand, put the briefcase on the shoe cabinet, didn't bother to bend down, and just carefully stepped on the upper of the other shoe with one heel, in a certain way Take off your shoes in a laborious way that seems lazy.

The canned food was given by his colleague. Before leaving get off work at noon, he asked a young girl who owns a cat, which brand of canned cat food is good, and it happened that the whole box of canned cat food bought by the little girl had arrived by express delivery, so he simply gave it to Sun Zheping. box.Sun Zheping felt quite embarrassed at the time, and felt that he should give someone some money, but the little girl blushed and asked if he could give Zhang Jiale's autograph after repeated inquiries from him, yes, she was still a hidden fan.

Sun Zheping replied straightforwardly, "Let Zhang Jiale sign ten for you", but when he came home at noon, it was as if he had stumbled upon a murder scene. He heroically saved the cat, so he forgot about it. Now he saw Zhang Jiale open the can, and thought Get up about it.

Zhang Jiale held a small blue can in his hand, took a small spoon to dig a few mouthfuls, then frowned and smashed the can on the white plate on the ground, the cat immediately lowered its head and began to lick it, eating very fragrant.

"Is it tasty?"

Sun Zheping asked Zhang Jiale while inserting his index finger into the tie and pulling it down.

And Zhang Jiale stood up on his knees, looked at him with an unnatural expression: "It's not delicious, it's a bit strange, why don't you try it too?"

"Eat it again and you won't be full."

Sun Zheping recalled how many mouthfuls Zhang Jiale ate just now, maybe three or five mouthfuls, would a normal person eat so many mouthfuls?

"I made Jajang noodles at night. It's a bit spicy. Hurry up and change your clothes, wash your hands and go eat. I'm going to be hungry."

Zhang Jiale clattered from in front of the cat to Sun Zheping, wearing small calico slippers, picked up the tie he had thrown on the sofa, and went to the bedroom while removing the tie.

Sun Zheping has a drawer of ties, in the bedside table in the bedroom, solid colors, patterned ones, striped ones, there are only unexpected ones that can't be found.When Zhang Jiale first arrived at his house, he even blackmailed three items, but later he felt that he was useless, so he stuffed them back, saying that he would take them when he needed them.

Sun Zheping looked at Zhang Jiale's inexplicably virtuous back, continued to throw the suit and shirt on the sofa, changed into Zhang Jiale's same style vest and floral pants, and went to the kitchen to study fried noodles.

On the mahogany dining table was a bag of Zhaotong sauce that had turned into a plastic skin, Sun Zheping smiled, Zhang Jiale still retained a bit of K city style in terms of cooking.He went around the kitchen, found a medium-sized bowl, put the prepared sauce on the table from the frying spoon, and brought two Japanese-style bowls from the bowl in the sink. Take the noodles out of the small pot.

Back then he was shocked that Zhang Jiale could cook, but when Zhang Jiale reminded him that he had retired and learned a lot of life skills at home, he felt that he didn't know Zhang Jiale that well.

To be honest, the food Zhang Jiale cooks is quite delicious, except that it is sometimes a bit spicy. This is probably the difference in food culture between City K and City B, right?Every time Sun Zheping thinks this way, he thinks that maybe he is not bad at geography and history in junior high school and high school, so he can come up with such a reasonable statement.

Zhang Jiale was already sitting at the side of the table holding a chopstick in one hand. The dining table in Sun Zheping's house was obviously in the style of apartment furniture for single youths. It was a small square table, simple and did not take up much space.

Sun Zheping came over with a bowl, and felt that Zhang Jiale was very like a kindergarten kid, waiting for the teacher to give him fruit.

When eating the noodles, Zhang Jiale looked expectant, stars would appear in his eyes, before he even took a bite, he asked Sun Zheping first, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

"good to eat."

Sun Zheping thought he could buy a little red flower sticker.

"I also think it's delicious. I tasted it when I made it before, and it tastes better than what I've made before."

Zhang Jiale praised himself very proudly, then picked a strand of noodles and stuffed them into his mouth with meat sauce.

The minced meat is crispy and elastic, slightly spicy and slightly sweet, slightly oily but not greasy, and the noodles are chewy and refreshing, really delicious.

Before he could swallow a bite, Zhang Jiale scooped up a few more spoonfuls of sauce and put it on the noodles. The white noodles were served with reddish meat sauce, and some tender green shallots. They were placed in a bowl with a red edge and a black edge , quite the feeling of a high-end hotel.

Zhang Jiale felt satisfied, and began to imagine that he was a famous chef.

The so-called grabbing a man's heart means grabbing a man's stomach first.

Stop.

Zhang Jiale looked at Sun Zheping, there were two tough men in the room, whose heart was he trying to catch?

Sun Zheping also felt that the noodles were delicious, and his left hand, wrapped in gauze, rested lightly on the edge of the bowl, lowered his head and ate happily, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right, and when he looked up, Zhang Jiale really looked at him, his face was still red and white for a while. of.

He put down his chopsticks and asked with concern, "Are you poisoned?"

"No, no, I've finished eating, you eat slowly, I'll go and see if the canned cat food is finished."

Zhang Jiale shook his head like a breaking wave, put down his chopsticks and walked away.

Sun Zheping looked at his bowl, and felt that things were not that simple, so he only ate a third of it, and he might have to add a supper tonight.

It wasn't until the two of them sat side by side in front of the computer to live stream Glory at night that Zhang Jiale was reminded by fans that his new member hadn't been named yet.

"How about calling Zhang Xiaohei?"

When Zhang Jiale was talking, he was still in PK, wearing earphones and listening to the skill sound effects, he yelled loudly to the side, obviously not answering the fans, but asking Sun Zheping.

"Who is Zhang Xiaohei?"

It happened that Sun Zheping was also in the PK, and he replied in a rather loud voice.

Fans of the two expressed that they were both blind and deaf, and some expressed that they wanted to open two accounts to watch two live broadcasts at the same time.

"it!"

Zhang Jiale turned his head in the dark, pointed his chin at Zhang Xiaohei who was playing with the ball of thread behind the two of them, and didn't care whether Sun Zheping could see his movements.

"Who is he?"

When Sun Zheping hit hard, his fingers crackled on the keyboard, as if sparks were about to fly out in the next second, and the Berserker's skills were used one after another, leaving no room for the opponent to stand up. Chance.

And when this sentence was uttered, Zhang Jiale had just finished a round of battle, so he could relax his sore eyes from watching the screen full of cool skills for a long time, left his hands from the keyboard, kicked his feet and slid back a few times on the chair He took a few steps, and turned around in a small half circle smartly, before going to hug Zhang Xiaohei in his arms and sit back on the chair.

"I said it, how about calling it Zhang Xiaohei?"

After Sun Zheping erupted, the big characters of Glory also popped up on the screen. He took off his earphones and tilted his head to look at the cat in Zhang Jiale's arms, and asked, "Why is your surname Zhang?"

"Because I picked it up, my son."

Zhang Jiale scratched the white scarf around Zhang Xiaohei's neck, and the cat purred in his arms.

"alright."

Now not only Zhang Jiale had to be raised at home, but also Zhang Jiale's son, Sun Zheping sighed inwardly.