On the Making of Steamed Bun [Net King]

After dinner, Naoki Sakaki and his wife patted their buttocks, and went out for a walk hand in hand as usual, leaving a mess.Sakaki Taro resigned himself to clearing the dining table, and Gan Meiya was helping, Sakaki Taro paused slightly, he stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at Gan Meiya, and said in a deep voice, "I'll do it myself."

Gan Miya was startled for a moment, then glanced at the expressionless Sakaki Taro, pursed her lips, ignored it, and continued to pick up the dishes.

"You're injured." Sakaki Taro snatched the chopsticks from Kanmiya's hands, and walked into the kitchen with the piles of dishes, speaking with a somewhat stern tone.

Gan Meiya was taken aback again, and followed Sakaki Taro into the kitchen.

"Don't move." Sakaki Taro said while rolling up his sleeves.

"Why are you so fierce." Gan Meimei, who has been shrouded in a low pressure called "Sakaki Taro" since she came out of the basketball court, felt a little uncomfortable. She frowned and muttered, "I didn't do anything I'm sorry about your business. It's fine if you don't have a good morning kiss, and you have to face your expressionless old bacon face."

Sometimes, a word awakens the dreamer.

Sakakitaro couldn't help but be taken aback by Kanmeiya's words. His hand stopped in mid-air, and the water flowed against the back of his hand. Feeling secretly happy that Gan Meiya was thinking about the good morning kiss, he collected himself, took a deep breath, turned off the tap, looked back at Gan Meiya who was playing with a green onion in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't say anything to you. Fierce, it's just that you have a wound on your arm, so don't stay in the kitchen, go back to your room to wash, and I'll help you re-bandage the wound later."

Gan Meiya stopped turning the onion, raised her head to look at the man with a straight face, and slightly pursed her lips: "Are you really not angry?"

"No." Sakakitaro shook his head.

"Then I believe you." Gan Meiya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't dare to show it on her face. She put the onion on the chopping board, "Then I'll go back to my room first, and I will work hard for you tonight."

"Hmm." The man nodded slightly.

Gan Meiya raised the corners of her mouth, turned to leave, and walked lightly. She raised her hand and patted her chest where the man could not see. Fortunately, she was not angry, otherwise all previous efforts would have been wasted.Where Gan Meiya couldn't see, the man also breathed a sigh of relief, saying that women are habitual and extremely sensitive animals. From now on, it seems that his method has initially paid off.

After washing, Gan Meiya stood by the window and was blowing her hair. After hearing two taps, she turned off the hair dryer and scratched her hair casually: "Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and Sakaki Taro, who had some water stains on his clothes, walked in with iodophor and gauze. When he saw the half-dry long hair of Gan Meimei, he frowned slightly, and said with some dissatisfaction: " Didn't I tell you to wash your hair less?" When his eyes fell on those bare feet, his brows frowned even tighter, "Why don't you wear slippers?"

"Uh... I'll just wear it." As if being caught by an adult when she did something bad when she was a child, Gan Meiya stuck out her tongue, put on her slippers quickly, and then scratched her half-dry long hair, "Although I know that I wash my hair too much. Not good, but my hair is oily, and it will get dirty if I don't wash it for a day. So I would rather wash it every day than get dirty."

"...Then blow it dry too." Hearing this, Sakakitaro's expression softened a little. He walked to the table, put the iodophor and gauze on the table, picked up the hair dryer, and with the perfect With a height advantage, he brushed Mei Ya's long hair with one hand, and shook the hair dryer with the other, most of the hot air was blowing on the back of his hand.

"Has Taro helped many girls blow their hair? The action is very skillful." For some reason, Gan Meiya felt sour in her heart.

"Haruyo's hair was very long when she was a child, but she didn't like to take care of it by herself. Every time I did it for her." The soft hair passed through the fingers, and the smell of shampoo entered the nose. The faint fragrance made Sakaki Taro Some dazed.

"So that's how it is." Gan Miya's eyes only reached the man's chest, and the distance was very close, so close that she could clearly see the pattern on the button of Sakaki Taro's shirt.

"Okay." Sakaki Taro turned off the hair dryer and unplugged it, "Extend your hand."

"Yes." Gan Meiya stretched out her arms obediently.

Sakaki Taro glanced at the wound, and frowned again: "Next time something like this happens, you don't have to be polite to them."

Gan Meiya understood the meaning of Sakaki Taro's words. She raised her hand and brushed the hair from her temples behind her ears, pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "They are patients, and I am a doctor. The illness is tormenting them , It is also understandable to find a channel to vent, if I fight back because I was bitten or scratched, it will not only violate medical ethics, but also turn me from a victim to a perpetrator.”

"Has something like this happened in the hospital before?" Sakaki Taro paused slightly with his iodophor-applied hands.

"The cardiothoracic surgery department where I work is not bad." Gan Meiya smiled, "I have encountered it with my colleagues in the emergency department, especially those who are on night shifts, and some people were beaten into mild concussions by patients."

"Then why continue to be a doctor?" Sakaki Taro put the iodophor aside and began to wrap the gauze.

"Speaking of being taller, I love this profession, and I am willing to dedicate my youth and even my life to it." Gan Meiya watched the man wrap the gauze around her arms round and round, and smiled softly, He continued, "To be honest, every job has its dangers. If you choose to escape in order to cherish your life, what's the point? Since you have chosen this job, then continue to do it."

"In that case, why did you leave the hospital?" Seeing that the gauze was wound to a thickness that satisfied him, Sakaki Taro cut it off and tied a rather beautiful bow.

"Me?" Gan Meiya reached out and touched the tightly wrapped wound, raised her eyes to look at Sakaki Taro, tilted her head, pursed her lips, and smiled, "Secret." A secret that cannot be told.

Sakaki Taro stared blankly at the Qiaoxiao Qianxi Qianmei, suddenly came back to his senses, coughed heavily to cover up his embarrassment, he picked up the iodophor and gauze on the table, turned and walked towards the door of the bedroom.Standing at the door, Sakakitaro turned his head to say good night, but saw Gan Meiya standing behind him without saying a word, biting her lower lip with her white teeth, a trace of grievance faintly showing on her unpainted face.

Sakaki Taro was taken aback for a moment, but then he understood, the corner of his mouth slightly raised a shallow arc, he took a step forward, and pressed a kiss on Gan Meiya's forehead: "I'm sorry tonight, I shouldn't be mean to you. "

Gan Meiya lowered her eyes, pointed her fingers, and seemed to be talking to herself: "Is there no compensation for being a day late with the good morning kiss?"

As soon as the words fell, Gan Meiya only felt a light kiss on her cheek, very light, as if a feather had passed by, a smear of red rushed onto her face, and gradually spread to her ears, Gan Meiya pursed her lips , raised his eyes and looked at the man with a serious face, the kiss just now didn't seem to be the man he did.

The four eyes met, and an ambiguous atmosphere was brewing.

Sakakitaro raised his hand to stroke Meimei's hair, and smiled slightly: "I've been tired all day, so go to bed early tonight. Good night."

"Well, good night." Gan Meiya nodded.

"There is also Feng's matter this afternoon, thank you." Sakaki Taro thanked him solemnly.

"It's nothing." Gan Meiya blinked her eyes, "Even if my child does something wrong, only the parents can scold her, and absolutely no one else."

"..." Sakaki Taro was taken aback.

Gan Meiya realized the ambiguity in her words, and immediately blushed, she stretched out her hand and pushed Sakaki Taro out of the door: "Ah, I'm going to bed. Good night, Taro."

The door closed with a "bang", Gan Meiya leaned against the door, raised her hand and patted her cheek, cursing herself secretly: "What the hell, why did you say such things to him."

Sakakitaro looked at the closed door, and the smile on his lips grew stronger. He looked down at the golden tail ring on his right little finger, and laughed out loud: "Hehe... Is it my child?"

Coming out of the bathroom, Atobu wrapped in a bathrobe squeezed his sore arms, walked out of the bedroom, sat on the rocking chair on the balcony, and crossed his legs.Leaning back, looking up at the full moon hanging in the sky, he let out a long breath, reached out to pick up the red wine glass on the original glass table, and gently shook the glass against the bright moonlight, like an agate The clear wine drew a beautiful arc along the transparent glass wall, raised the glass to the moon, and took a small sip.

"Master, Miss Victoria's phone number." The butler in a tuxedo walked over with a mobile phone.

Atobe reached out to take the phone, put the receiver to his ear, and let out a lazy feed.

"Hana Peacock, is there any new progress today?" Haruyo Sakaki's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hmph." Uncle Atobe hummed a voice, "If you only care about the supervisor and teacher Gan, then please call yourself and ask them two parties."

Hearing that something was wrong, Haruyo Sakaki understood that the boy from Atobe had suffered a secret loss in front of his little old man or sister Meiya, and quickly said: "How can it be? I care about you the most. The little old man just Just by the way. What's the matter? You were abused again today?"

"Is this uncle the kind of person who is easy to be abused?" Atobe put down the wine glass in his hand and pressed his shoulder with his backhand. "It's just that the intensity of training in the afternoon has been doubled by supervision."

"What's the matter with you and sister Meiya? That's why you made the little old man jealous?" After all, after living together for 12 years, Haruyo Sakaki thinks he has figured out his uncle's petty temper.

"..." Atobe paused, then thought about it, and then he understood something. He snorted softly, "I'm not the one who endures feet, and I'm not interested in women who are older than me." The creatures of Ganmeiya are far away, and hide as far away as possible, so as not to be the fish in the pond that was hit by the burning city gate.

"Hey..." Sakaki Haruyo smiled, although she didn't know who Ninzu was, but judging from Hanakoku's tone, he should be a playboy.

Atobe recounted what happened in the afternoon. Of course, he withdrew the conversation between himself and Sakaki Taro and the clip of being chased and questioned by Kanmei.

"The little old man is nervous about Meiya being bitten?" Sakaki Haruyo asked.

"Do you doubt my uncle's observation skills?" Atobe asked back.

"Looks like I'm going to be an older sister soon." Sakaki Haruyo smiled happily, "Hana Peacock, let me tell you, when my younger brother is born, your red envelope is absolutely indispensable."

"Cut..." Atobe snorted coldly, pressed the end button, put the phone on the glass table, picked up the red wine glass again, and drank slowly to the moon.

"Smelly peacock." Haruyo Sakaki cursed as he looked at the hung up phone.

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