When the vase hits the shadow queen [GL]

Zhao Ningxi chased after Shen Youqing all the way, watched her happily run to the cashier, braked the car behind an old lady, and obediently helped her pick up the oranges that fell on the ground.

The old lady thanked her repeatedly, and after Shen Youqing put the orange in a bag and handed it to her, she took out an orange from it: "You take one and eat it, I just ate one at the counter, it's sweet."

Shen Youqing glanced down at the orange in his hand, and then at the belt in the old lady's hand. The old lady thought she was unwilling to accept it, so she quickly said: "If an orange is not worth a lot, you can accept it." Bar."

"...No, grandma, you misunderstood." Shen Youqing thought for a while, looked around in the supermarket, and then said slowly: "I want to ask where I got this orange, and I will weigh it, otherwise Bad checkout."

Zhao Ningxi burst out laughing from the side.

The old lady holding the belt was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but patted her head and laughed, "Oh, I'm old, I'm old, I forgot I haven't paid yet, why treat you to oranges, look at me Confused."

Shen Youqing put the oranges back in her pocket, Zhao Ningxi picked up a few more things at the counter near the cashier, and stood beside Shen Youqing, the old lady had already walked to the cashier, Zhao Ningxi put the things into the shopping In the car, he joked, "I didn't expect Young Master Shen to be so helpful."

Shen Youqing glanced at her with the eyes of "Where is the mortal from?": "Learn from Lei Feng's good example."

Zhao Ningxi: "Pfft."

……

After leaving the checkout counter of the supermarket, the two found a silver-haired old lady standing at the door, waiting for them with a smile.

"Come, come, come, I'll give you oranges if I say I want to give you oranges." The little old lady stuffed the oranges into Shen Youqing's hand, then waved her hand smartly, carrying the bag in her hand , turned and went down the escalator.

Shen Youqing stuffed the orange into Zhao Ningxi's hand: "I'll eat it for you."

On the way to the parking lot, Zhao Ningxi, who spent a minute peeling the orange, stuffed a piece into Shen Youqing's mouth first, and asked, "Is it sweet?"

Shen Youqing stopped, turned to look at her, chewed hard, with a serious face, after a while, she swallowed the orange petal in her mouth, and commented: "The sweetness is moderate, it's okay."

Zhao Ningxi was stunned by her, and subconsciously stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth.

After a while—

"Bah, bah, bah!" Zhao Ningxi spat out all the orange petals in his mouth into a tissue, sticking out his tongue in a vomit-like shape, wishing the air would take away every liquid on his taste buds.

How about moderate sweetness?

The old lady bought lemons instead of oranges.

Her teeth were so sour that they were about to melt.

"You lied to me!" she said viciously to the person who opened the door.

The man turned his head indifferently, evoking a nasty smile: "So what if I lied to you?"

Zhao Ningxi clenched his fists.

You can't fight, you choose, you find it yourself.

……

Because of a sour orange, Zhao Ningxi, who had been sulking with Shen Youqing all the way, was like a fish in the water when he arrived in the kitchen, feeling alive.

After opening the door, Shen Youqing wanted to get in front of the TV, but Zhao Ningxi ordered him to press him against the kitchen door.

"Can the dishes be washed?"

Shen Youqing looked down at a cabbage and a basket in Zhao Ningxi's hand, and pondered for a while: "It should be."

"Give you."

Clear water gushed out of the faucet into a white waterfall. Shen You washed his hands and put the cabbage in the sink. Zhao Ningxi, who was busy cleaning up the meat, glanced at her and reminded: "Keep the water low, your The water bill is free, and the cabbage leaves are broken and washed one by one, and the leaves are pulled off."

"You just gave me a basket, do you want the Cabbage Gang?"

Zhao Ningxi bent down and took out another basket from the cabinet under him and handed it to her: "It's not that I can't eat it."

It's not that you can't eat it?

Shen Youqing speculated about this sentence, but couldn't understand the meaning, anyway, it's enough to eat.

The cold water flowed gently between Shen Youqing's fingers. She broke off the leaves from the cabbage one by one. When she turned her head, Zhao Ningxi was holding up two kitchen knives that she just bought, one left and one right, up and down, facing each other. He had a great time chopping the meat on the chopping board.

"Isn't there beaten minced meat in the supermarket? Why don't you buy that."

Zhao Ningxi didn't raise his head: "Who knows what kind of meat is used for minced meat in the supermarket? What if it's not good? Besides, the meat from the machine smells like iron."

Shen Youqing: "So the kitchen knife is not iron?"

The next second, she closed her mouth, because someone didn't drop the kitchen knife when she raised it, and turned to look at her, and the two kitchen knives that were still stained with minced meat also turned around: "What did you say?"

Shen Youqing picked up her basket, and grinned a flattering smile: "Do you think my cabbage is not clean?"

Zhao Ningxi turned his head expressionlessly, and chopped it on the chopping board with a knife: "Two more clears."

……

The two kitchen knives in Zhao Ningxi's hands fell rhythmically on the cutting board, flying up and down, as if afterimages appeared.

The sunlight shines on her body through the glass window of the kitchen. From Shen Youqing's perspective, she can only see half of her cheek hidden in the dark, but those eyes staring at the meat on the chopping board are particularly energetic.

Her memory suddenly went back to the year when she was nine years old.

On Friday, the school organized a sports meeting. After running in the morning, she won No.1. At noon, Shen Youqing held the certificate and asked the driver to take her home.

Shen's father and Shen's mother were still working outside and did not come back. Apart from the cleaning servants, only Zhang's mother was sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater.

She won No.1 by running, and Zhang's mother repeatedly praised her for being promising, put the certificate in the book containing the certificate, and carefully received it in the cabinet in Shen Youqing's room. The certificates received——Piano Competition No.1, Painting Competition No.1, Calligraphy Competition No.1... Now there is another 400-meter running No.1.

"Little Shen Youqing is really amazing, what do you want to eat for lunch today?"

Shen Youqing, who was playing a game console, jumped down from the sofa and raised his hands high, full of secondary feelings: "Yuanzitang!"

"Okay, okay, I'll do it for you, I'll do it for you."

The nine-year-old was leaning against the door of the kitchen with her schoolbag still on her back, watching Zhang's mother take out a piece of meat from the refrigerator, first carefully sliced ​​it into slices, then shredded it, and then cut it into pieces with two kitchen knives. Qi up, bow left and right.

At that time, she often thought that it would be great if Zhang Ma was her own mother.

She would hold her and tell the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, would knit her a sweater with a little yellow duck on its chest, and make delicious dumpling soup.

The minced meat marinated with minced ginger, minced garlic, raw meat powder and eggs was caught by Zhang Ma in her hand. When she squeezed it, a meatball jumped from the circle formed by her thumb and index finger into the soup pot with a sound.

"Ah!" A scream awakened Shen Youqing who was trapped in memories.

Zhao Ningxi was wearing a disposable glove in one hand, holding a handful of minced meat in his hand. On his bare white arm, four or five red spots of different sizes were particularly obvious.

She blew on it with her mouth, but she didn't take it seriously. People who are used to cooking in the kitchen will also be used to burns. After all, they often walk by the fire, so there is no reason not to burn their hands.

However, a hand suddenly reached out, took off the disposable glove in her hand, and pressed her arm under the faucet.

The gentle stream of water meandered over her white arms, all of a sudden relieving the burning pain caused by the burn.

Shen Youqing lowered her head, staring at the ripples the moment the water fell on Zhao Ningxi's hands, as if she was doing something extremely focused.

A few minutes later, the wound on her hand no longer hurt, Zhao Ningxi moved, Shen Youqing withdrew her hand that was holding her, gently swung the water in the sink, pulled a kitchen paper towel to dry her hands Afterwards, she threw it into the trash can, and said, "I'll find you scald medicine." Before Zhao Ningxi could say that, she hurried out of the kitchen with her head bowed, and the figure quickly disappeared into a room. behind the door.

Standing in the kitchen, Zhao Ningxi suddenly laughed.

She touched the place where she was burned. In fact, if such a small wound is left alone, it will heal in a day or two. If there is any activity, just pat it with concealer, and it can basically be regarded as non-existent.

It was the first time that someone treated such a small wound on her body as a big event.

The boiling soup pot on the stove made a "puff puff puff" sound, Zhao Ningxi looked at the two or three meatballs in the pot and slapped his forehead.

Well, this pot is definitely not going to work.

……

Except for the preserved egg and lean meat porridge last time, Shen Youqing hadn't eaten meat for a long time.

Zhao Ningxi inserted a meatball into her bowl, Shen Youqing looked at it, stretched out his chopsticks and poked it, and there were two more holes in it.

"Meow~" Shen Damiao squatted on a chair beside her, staring at the meatballs in her bowl with piercing eyes, as if saying that if you don't want to eat, let me eat.

Shen Youqing's chopsticks had already been stretched towards Shen Damiao, but Zhao Ningxi hit her back with a chopstick: "No, it can't be eaten."

"Why?" Shen Youqing looked at her in bewilderment: "Don't tell me you look down on cats? Shen Damiao is my brother. If I can eat, so can it."

"Then why don't you eat one first and show me?" Zhao Ningxi challenged.

Shen Youqing put the meatball back into the bowl, and went back to the stage of confronting a small meatball.

Zhao Ningxi twirled the chopsticks with one hand, and looked at Shen Youqing helplessly with the other hand on his chin: "Hey, you don't really think I poisoned you, do you?"

Shen Youqing pondered: "It's hard to say, after all, people's hearts are separated from each other."

The chopsticks were slapped on the table, Shen Youqing was startled, Zhao Ningxi on the opposite side had stood up, supported the table with both hands, and looked at her viciously: "Do you want to eat or not?"

If it was another dish, no matter how fierce Zhao Ningxi's expression was, Shen Youqing would not try it.

But what she made was dumpling soup.

It was one of Zhang Ma's favorite dishes to cook for Shen Youqing when she was changing her teeth.

This dish has been a must-order dish throughout her six years of elementary school.

She picked up the chopsticks, crushed the meatballs in the bowl, and put a piece into her mouth.

The minced meat spreads out in the mouth, and the juice hidden in it overflows. The smell of minced ginger, minced green onion, and minced garlic permeates, with the unique taste of cabbage soup-rich and sweet.

"How about it?"

Meeting Zhao Ningxi's expectant eyes, Shen Youqing nodded "reluctantly": "It's okay."

Zhao Ningxi smiled and rolled his eyes.

She clearly saw the satisfaction in Shen Youqing's eyes, but this person had to lower his mouth to make an evaluation.

……

When the two of them went shopping, bought vegetables, ate, walked the cat, and their small life couldn't be more chic, the Internet exploded.

The author has something to say: Thanks to Moqianyun for the grenade x1

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I'm back!I hope the little angels are still there!

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