A little sweet text

Jing Zhuo collapsed when he stayed up late, and after going back to the hospital for two weeks, he was half dead again. The old lady said nothing about letting him stay in bed at night, and made a fuss and drove him home.

The corridor was quiet, and Jing Zhuo also acted lightly, for fear that the opposite door would suddenly open.

The office was cleaned up today, the confiscated novels were returned to the students, and I brought back some useless things.

Carrying the box through the door, he put the things on the table.

... The most eye-catching thing in the box is a pink cat ear hairpin.

Jing Zhuo took it out and threw it on the desk.

Cleaning up the office this time is also because I heard that the higher up will organize some teaching support activities. I don't know when, but it should be this semester.

Thinking about supporting education like matryoshka dolls is a bit weak. The children in the sixth middle school are not easy to manage, and it is even more difficult to change it to other villages.

If you are depressed, you need to vent when you are depressed, and you need to find an outlet to vent.

He took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, and while drinking, he found a horror movie.

...It's a fart vent.

But at night, you can't go out after drinking, carry a bottle and stand downstairs and shout, open the window to see me, whose family am I, I can't find my home after drinking too much.

Besides, no one would take him home, and the ending would be to sleep on the street and be picked up by the security guard.

Thinking wildly in his mind, he watched the title and took a sip of beer, shivering from the cold.

It's no longer the season for cold beer.

When he realized this, Jing Zhuo didn't take it seriously, he just covered it with his hand for a while, it's not so delicate.

It may be that the room temperature is a bit high, and the body is too warm, so it is even colder if you cover it like this.

Holding the broken bottle of beer back and forth several times like a bomb, Jing Zhuo put down his phone angrily and got up without seeing what the hero and heroine looked like when the film started.

Get your energy up, and today you have to drink beer that is not enough.

However, when he took the wine into the kitchen, he didn't know what to do.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, Jing Zhuo checked all the non-stick pans, steamers, wine pans, air fryers, microwave ovens, and ovens. The old lady is very delicate, and the guy is very thorough.

But none of the tools are available to a late-night crook craving a lukewarm beer.

Buying half of a case of wine can be solved by putting half of it in the house and putting it in the refrigerator. I am too bold. If I can put it in the refrigerator, I will never put it outside to take up space.

Jing Zhuo was quite speechless to himself and sat back on the sofa. After thinking for a long time, he even clicked on the orange software to search, but he couldn't find the cooking tool to heat the beer to room temperature.

But there is one delicate person to turn to.

Although this guy likes to flick his cigarettes to the ground afterwards, he is absolutely delicate in terms of fancy cooking tools.

- ask you something

Cannon: in

- How do you heat cold beer to room temperature?

It took a while for the gun to reply: Put it on the ground

Jing Zhuo was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant, squatting down to try, and it really warmed up.

Feeling relieved that Cheng Luo was rarely used, Jing Zhuo took a pillow and threw it on the floor, and sat down in front of the beer that absorbed the heat from the floor.

A few seconds later, the door knocked.

Jing Zhuo sighed, got up and went to open the door.

"What the hell..." Cheng Luo was stunned when he saw the beer and pillows in the middle of the living room after entering the door, "What about casting a spell on the beer?"

"Didn't you teach it?" Jing Zhuo said, "Could it be that a cat typed the words just now?"

Cheng Luo looked at Jing Zhuo with a serious face, and then at the late-night beer making scene, and was immediately amused, laughing for a long time without stopping.

"Let me go crazy here in the middle of the night?" Jing Zhuo knew that he had been tricked again, "Get out."

"Isn't this here to teach you the correct method?" Cheng Luo happily picked up the beer and walked into the kitchen.

I have to say that I was still a little curious, Jing Zhuo wandered around the living room, pretending to wander to the door of the kitchen unintentionally.

"Spoon, do you usually cook by yourself?" Cheng Luo heard him coming, turned his back to him and poured a basin of half-hot water.

The way Cheng Yuefeng and his grandparents often used to drink, everyone with old men and old ladies in the family has seen it.

"Occasionally." Jing Zhuo just woke up from a dream and felt a little strange, why did Cheng stay here in the middle of the night for a bottle of warm beer?

Cheng Luo put the wine into the basin: "Cook instant noodles? Stew semi-finished products in one pot?"

"...almost." Jing Zhuo was a little unconvinced, "That's more edible than your cooking."

"I can't help it. That's my level." Cheng Luo paused, "Take care of yourself carefully and eat healthy."

Jing Zhuo looked at the back of his head and didn't speak for a long time.

This was the first time he heard words of concern from Cheng Luo, but he thought about it again, eating a healthy diet is just an occupational disease that he usually told people about.

After thinking about it, he didn't take it seriously, and he took two steps forward, wanting to see what magical and correct method this person was using to warm the beer.

Cheng Luo turned to the side to prevent him from looking: "Huh?"

"Look at how you did it." Jing Zhuo said, "Humblely ask for advice."

"It's better not to learn." Cheng Luo fished out the bottle and poured out the water, "After learning, what should I do next time if I want to drink warm in the middle of the night?"

Fuck that mouth.

Jing Zhuo has sweared at him many times in his heart since the first electric car incident, and now there is no change.

But the reason is different. At that time, he was scolding Cheng Luo for his bad driving skills, but now he was scolding him for not being able to control his words.

Cursing and scolding, Jing Zhuo still couldn't find a suitable reaction to respond to his nonsense, and secretly his heart beat faster, but he still didn't feel it.

The kitchen light was turned on at the darkest setting, it was too cold outside, the windows were closed, and the wind creaked, making people feel safe and warm in the house.

The winter in the county seems to be extremely cold, Jing Zhuo has never felt this way before.

"Am I Tian Shilong?" Jing Zhuo looked out the window, "Yes."

In the convenience store, Tian Shilong sneezed hugely, and looked angrily at the clerk who was working overtime tonight: "Did you scold me?"

Cheng Luo didn't speak, put the beer in his hand, and their fingertips briefly touched.

Under the bed, they never touched hands.

Amidst the slight creaking sound of the window, Cheng Luo took a step towards him: "Then will you still look for me next time?"

Jing Zhuo was stunned for a moment, his heart was beating so fast that he could finally notice it.

He didn't give an answer, and mistook Cheng Luo's simple question as a suggestion of joy|joy, and stretched out his hand to press Cheng Luo's chest in a panic.

I didn't feel the same extraordinary heartbeat.

Cheng Luo was silent for a while: "Want to do it?"

"...Mmm." Jing Zhuo lowered his head and didn't look at him.

I have to say that Cheng Luo is definitely a qualified |companion, always taking care of his feelings.

But under the bed, he made unnecessary teasing, time and time again.

This time it was at Jing Zhuo's place, Cheng Luo picked up the cat ear hairpin on the table and looked at it for a moment, then turned to Jing Zhuo: "Teacher Jing, show me how to wear it."

Jing Zhuo refused, so Cheng Luo smoothed his hair for him, and then put it on for others.

"Meow."

This is a lot of physical exertion, and it's nothing to be tired. I usually go to sleep after finishing the work, mainly because I sometimes feel hungry.

Very hungry.

But he wasn't hungry enough to eat what Cheng Luo made.

When he touched his phone to order takeaway, Cheng Luo glanced at it: "I can't even come in, I'm afraid there will be trouble with the doctor, and everyone here is strict."

At this moment, no one can go to the gate of the community to get takeaway, Jing Zhuo was struggling, and there was a "Gu~" sound from under the quilt.

The one with the tilde sounded tactful, and he got under the quilt in embarrassment.

Cheng Luo got out of bed with a smile: "What to eat?"

"Are you embarrassed to ask this?" Jing Zhuo sighed, "There are small wontons in the refrigerator, you can eat the kind when you take it out."

In fact, he was quite surprised, Cheng Luo didn't seem to have the time for a sage, and after smoking a cigarette, he was no different from usual, and he was able to help his bed|partner make food.

The sound of packing bags swishing and swishing quickly came from the kitchen, Jing Zhuo stared at the door in a daze.

Did he do the same with his ex-bed|mates?

While in a daze, the kitchen became quiet, and Cheng Luo poked his head out: "Shao, is it convenient for you to get out of bed?"

Jing Zhuo lifted the quilt and went to save the kitchen.

"How much water is the right amount?" Cheng Luo pointed to the steps on the back of the packaging bag.

Jing Zhuo took the bag and looked at it, what kind of complicated phoenix marrow and dragon liver stumped this high-achieving student.

1. Tear off the soup bag and the real bag and add it to the pot.

2. Add an appropriate amount of boiling water and simmer for 5 minutes on low heat.

3. Add seasoning packet and serve immediately.

"This classmate," Jing Zhuo put down the bag, "May I ask which step you have questions about?"

"Every step." Cheng Luo held the only measuring cup in the kitchen that he bought from a soybean milk machine, "Should I turn on the fire or cold the pot before adding it to the pot? ..."

Jing Zhuo looked at him with pity.

"Teacher Jing, teach me." Cheng Luo said.

"In this way," Jing Zhuo said, "I'll tell you all the specifications and detailed steps, and then you do it, and let me study how a senior cooking enthusiast screwed up a pot of instant small wontons."

Use a kettle to measure one and a half liters of water, put it in the pot, put the soup bag in the pot, put the real bag in the pot...

"Continue." Jing Zhuo said when Cheng Luo cast his help-seeking gaze for the third time.

So far, he hasn't been able to make a move to swill, and I don't know how he...

"Stop!" Jing Zhuo hurriedly called to stop him, "What are you doing disturbing it!"

Cheng Luo stopped the wooden spatula that was stirring the wontons, and turned his head: "Huh?"

"It's okay, you continue to stir." Jing Zhuo said, "Stir a few more times and it will turn into porridge directly. How good it is."

Cheng Luo smiled and changed the posture of stirring to shoveling.

"You," Jing Zhuo snatched the shovel from his hand, "go out."

The wontons were on the table, and the two of them ate while playing with their mobile phones facing each other. There was a faint fragrance in the room.

It was the first time I had dinner with someone at home late at night, and it didn't feel too awkward, it seemed that Cheng Luo was used to hanging out with him all day.

Even feel a little... warmth?

It must be because the weather is too cold and the wontons are too warm.

After eating supper, Cheng went back to the opposite door. Ever since they formally established a solid relationship, the two never slept in the same room. It was Jing Zhuo's rule except for the confidentiality of the relationship.

The bowls were removed, the lights in the dining room were turned off, the smell of wontons in the room dissipated, and the heat also dissipated.The room is cold, and the room temperature after heating is no more than that.

Feeling a little empty in his heart for no reason, Jing Zhuo attributed it to the delayed sage time.

Lie down and scroll through Moments casually, and at the top is the head of a puppet cat.

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In the photo are two small wontons, the background is at home, and Jing Zhuo's fur slippers are still exposed under the table.

Tian Shilong probably didn't sleep, and commented on him: Is this with a girlfriend?

Cheng Luo replied to him: with the cat

Jing Zhuo felt a little hot when he remembered the broken cat ears he was wearing just now.

He stared until the phone went dark and was about to shut off the screen, so he hesitated and clicked a thumbs up.