[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

Abby had a dream at night.

Lying in the fluffy new bed, she dreamed of roasting a turkey.Cut it open with a silver fork, the chicken breast is really plump, and it is still shaking, steaming——

After eating the turkey, there were fresh panna cotta flying in the sky.She reached for it on tiptoe, but she couldn't reach it for a long time.

The panna cotta is hidden in the clouds, it’s called a Q|Q bomb, and it’s dangling like a turkey——

She managed to pick up the fresh panna cotta, and "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" bit down.

Merlin's socks, panna cotta are actually hard!

With a row of teeth knocked out, she can only poke her mouth like an old lady.What's even worse is that the bull's head shook the tree, showed off his sparse teeth to her, and laughed "quack-quack", which was even uglier than a duck.

Abby was wronged, so wronged that she cried in her dream.

After waking up, she still remembered this feeling of nasal congestion, but another kind of pure shame seized her soul, making her groan and roll back and forth in the quilt.

Christmas dinner...panna cotta and turkey...

It's not soft, and it can even be called a hard taste——

Untimely associations about deliciousness, they fly around in dreams with golden snitch wings, but they all hold a big arrow, and the terminals of the arrows all point to Steve.

And her new neighbor rocks his provocative pecs and flashes her that classic Hollywood smile.

Thinking of that smiling face, Abby couldn't help rolling on the bed again.

……

Abby's mornings are busy mornings.

The weather is fine today.Although in winter, the sun is only the sun in the refrigerator, but it is better than nothing.

She had to wash, dry the sheets, unpack, and carpet every room.

Cleaning up the house was a tough job, and Abby was hardworking and clumsy even though she was a Hufflepuff.She used the Flying Charm at most, and as for "Cleaning Up", since she almost cleaned the fire in the fireplace into the hair of her classmates in the lounge, she stayed away from it.

However, after taking care of the house, she couldn't be idle in the afternoon. She was busy building a small greenhouse on the balcony.Shelving is needed, for in the dead of winter the mistletoe branches scurry about, showing off their little orange-red fruit; and the ox-head shaker, which takes up a third of the whole greenhouse, has an enormous head and a Still growing.If you don't reserve a little space, I'm afraid it will get stuck.

Although the greenhouse is small, it is fully furnished.Except for the ox head shake tree and the mistletoe, which are still active, the other plants are showing signs of dozing.

Abby starts by deworming the lovage.It was a tall, mild-mannered plant, and as a token of thanks, it gave off a refreshing scent; then Abby put dragon manure on all the plants.

Rao is familiar with these tasks and proceeds in an orderly manner, but by the time all the work is done, it is already evening.

The lights in the city came on frequently, and Abby poked her head out, feeling the cold wind blowing in from the window, chasing the woven stream of dreamy light.

She shrank her head back again.

As a standard magic waste, even if she could use a warming spell, the intermittent magic power was not enough to support her to finish a meal in the freezing cold.

She hastily munched on her egg sandwich and thought about baking some after-dinner biscuits.

Her baking skills came from her mother, a deft woman who was close to Muggles and had gained a lot of experience in making desserts from many friendly people.

Abby baked several flavors in one go, brownie, honey raisin... and oatmeal peanut butter.

The freshly baked biscuits were so delicious that she couldn't help eating a few more, and the rest was divided into two halves, one part was fed to the writhing cow head shaking the tree, and the other part——

She packs it in a tiny printed bag.After thinking about it, he ran to the room again and took a cherry red ribbon from the drawer.

Tie the mouth of the bag with a bow, it is a very decent gift.

"Dong dong dong."

Holding the bag of cookies, she knocked on the door of Steve's house.

There was a response from behind the door, and Steve opened the door, and Abby gasped.

This, this, wrapped in a leather jacket!

The looming, rushing pectoralis major!

She took a step back while holding onto the door frame, feeling the crackling of static electricity in her hair.

Steve bit his fork, revealing his white and neat teeth through the gap between his slightly parted lips.

Like being able to shoot toothpaste ads at any time.

He took off the fork and held it in his hand; the other arm reflexively supported Abby, against the sudden weakness in her legs.

"... Abby?"

Abby blushed like a pomegranate.She lifted the bag of biscuits slowly, lifted... over the tip of her nose, trying to use it to cover the bloody part of her cheeks.

She stammered and gasped like gossamer:

"Would you, would you like some cookies?"

After speaking, his eyes rolled around, and he didn't dare to look directly; because the place where his eyes were at the same level was his chest.She keenly felt the vibration in that plump part, and it was Steve laughing.

His hand was suddenly empty, and Steve had already put the bag of biscuits into his palm.

He looked at the packaging carefully for a while, and said his thanks solemnly:

"Thank you, Abby. I love this."

Except for the antonym of justice, there is almost nothing in the world that Captain America can hate.But it is undeniable that he is in a good mood.

When you come home after a day of work, your neighbor is standing under the warm light, and the small biscuits she brought you exude a fresh aroma.The scent made Steve feel relaxed.

Abby lost her covering, completely exposing her flushed face.She raised her head helplessly, her face was as white as powder, like snow being heated by a small stove.

"Then I... first go!"

Steve put one hand on the door frame: "Wait, have you had dinner yet?"

Abby nodded.With the nodding motion, her stomach made a "goo" sound.

Very timely and very loud.

...Abby's fingers and toes all curled up in an instant, and now she just wants to bang her head against the wall!

"Excuse me, may I ask what you ate?"

"An egg sandwich." She replied nonchalantly, adding by the way, "And biscuits."

Steve frowned a little.However, this was not a sign of his anger, because there was still a peaceful and flowing color in those sea-like eyes, warm and gurgling.

His palm patted her shoulder lightly.

"Jeez—come in, you'll still have a decent dinner."

The author has something to say:

The British are notoriously careless about food.But it doesn't matter, Steve can cook.

Today is still the case, Captain America dies under the chest, and even being a ghost is romantic!

ps three chapters of the new article, good luck.There will be an update tomorrow, but I don’t know if there will be the day after tomorrow qaq

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