On the Making of Steamed Bun [Net King]

Seeing the red soup tumbling in the pot, Gan Meiya swallowed subconsciously. She looked up at her elder brother who was sitting opposite, and saw that he picked up the colander in the soup and took a look, and then used Picking up a piece of meat with chopsticks and looking at the light, he finally nodded: "Yes, it's ready to eat."

As soon as his words fell, three pairs of chopsticks reached out to the colander at the same time.

"The probability of my aunt getting two yuan is 50%, the probability of giving one piece to my uncle is 100%, the probability of my mother grabbing two yuan is 25%, and the probability of giving one piece to my father is 0..." Gan Zhenzhi retracted The chopsticks were empty. He paused, looked up at his mother and aunt with two pieces of meat on their chopsticks, stroked the glasses frame, and muttered, "The shot is 0.01 second slower."

As he calculated, Gan Meimei shared a piece of beef with Sakaki Taro, while Gan Eko took both pieces of meat for herself.

Gan Shuli looked at his son who had nothing in the bowl, sighed, and put the piece of meat that survived his chopsticks into his son's bowl: "I'll eat it for you."

"The probability that Dad will give me the meat is 100%." ​​Kan Sadaharu spat out the last number.

Resigned to his fate, he picked up a colander of raw meat from the dry tree and put it into the tumbling red soup. He poked the meat with his chopsticks to make it evenly heated. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Sakaki Taro without moving his chopsticks, and said hastily: "Taro, eat quickly, don't wait for me, the beef won't taste good when it's cold."

Sakaki Taro responded, and looked down at the crimson meat slices in the bowl, with a few slices of chili skin on them, and the remaining soup on the meat dripped into the bowl, making people move their index fingers wildly. Picking it up, I only heard Gan Meiya's voice next to my ear: "Taro, I still want to eat meat."

"Huh?" Sakaki Taro was taken aback for a moment, followed the reputation, and saw Gan Meiya staring helplessly at the sliced ​​meat on his chopsticks, with a salivating look on her face, seeing him looking, Gan Meiya winked at him Then, Sakaki Taro pursed his lips, and put the meat slices into her bowl.

Gan Meiya thanked her, and quickly picked up the piece of meat and put it in her mouth.

"The data is wrong." Seeing his aunt snatching the meat from his uncle's chopsticks, while his mother picked up the moderately warm meat and fed it to his father, Gan Sadaharu suddenly felt bad. "How can this be."

"Data is dead, but people are alive." Gan Meiya scooped up a few meatballs floating on the soup and put them in Sakaki Taro's bowl, and said with a smile.

Qian Zhenzhi couldn't help being taken aback, raised his hand and pushed the glasses frame, stopped talking, just ate the food silently.

The red soup in the pot decreased and increased, increased and decreased.

Qian Zhenzhi seemed to remember something, looked up at Gan Meiya who was struggling with the corn in the bowl: "Auntie, this Saturday we will have a big game against Lihai."

"This Saturday?" Gan Meiya paused slightly, raised her eyes to look at her nephew, and nodded heavily at him, "Then you must work hard."

Hearing the words, Qian Zhenzhi suddenly felt a lot of pressure. He coughed and decided to change the topic elsewhere: "I heard from the professor that Yukimura will have an operation this Saturday."

Gan Meiya's hand paused again, she took out a tissue to wipe off the grease from the corner of her mouth, then crumpled the tissue into a ball, pursed her lips, and said, "It's all this Saturday? We got together."

"Auntie won't come to the game?" Qian Zhenzhi asked with a surprised face.In the past, whenever there was a game with him, Gan Meiya would go to watch the game as long as she was free, and every time she would go there with a video recorder, in the name of recording his growth history, but in fact she would only take pictures of his ugly side.

"Some things need to be dealt with." Gan Meiya took a sip from her teacup.

"What are you dealing with?" Gan Shuli, who had been silent until now, suddenly raised his head and asked, "Are you going to the city hall?"

"Cough...cough cough..." Gan Meiya choked on the tea that she hadn't had time to swallow, and she couldn't stop coughing. Sakaki Taro raised his hand and gently stroked her back.After finally coughing, Gan Meiya looked at her brother with tears in her eyes, and said through gritted teeth, "Why do I go to the city hall when I have nothing to do?"

"The city hall does not work on Saturdays!" Kaneko reminded lightly.

"Then next Monday." Gan Shuli said with a serious face, "I have a classmate who works in the city hall, so I can ask him to help you through the back door."

"Thank you, brother, we don't need it for the time being." Sakakitaro raised his hand to fill the cups of tea for everyone, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised a shallow arc to relieve Gan Meiya.

Gan Shuli couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, he stared blankly at Sakaki Taro, who didn't look like he was telling a lie, and then at Gan Meiya, who had a smug face, and heaved a long sigh.

Gan Ezi glanced at her frustrated husband, pursed her lips, smiled and said nothing.

The night wind was blowing, blowing across the cheeks, carrying the heat of the day.

Gan Meiya touched her slightly swollen belly, leaned on the back of the passenger seat, and let out a sigh of satisfaction: "As expected, Chinese hot pot is delicious, and it's delicious enough."

"Since you like it, then come again next time." Sakaki Taro said with a doting look at Gan Meiya.

"Okay." Gan Meiya responded very readily.

Sakaki Taro drove the car into the turning lane, the red light came on, and the car stopped at the intersection. He turned his head to look at Gan Meimei, stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the hair sticking to her cheek, and asked: "Any plans for this Saturday?"

Gan Meiya was silent for a moment, and said: "I made an agreement with Yukimura that I would personally tell him the results of the Kanto competition. So, I will go to the hospital on Saturday."

"The Head of the Tennis Department of the High School Affiliated to Lihai University?" Sakaki Taro frowned slightly.

"Yeah." Gan Meiya nodded, "He is a rare beautiful boy."

When the green light came on, Sakaki Taro stepped on the accelerator, and the car started slowly. He turned the steering wheel and drove into another road. After the car resumed driving straight, he glanced at Gan Meiya helplessly: "You promised me again." What?"

"If Sadako loses to Xiao Er... I will treat Yukimura to dinner."

"Who is Xiaoer?"

"Liu Lian Er." Gan Meiya gave Sakaki Taro a puzzled look, which didn't seem to be the point of her words.

"Oh, why is it eating again?" Sakaki Taro continued driving calmly.

"Don't worry, I gave Sadako a death order, asking him to beat Xiao Er to win, otherwise I will beat him to death when I go back." Gan Meiya patted her chest confidently.

"Then what if Sadaharu wins?" Sakaki Taro asked a question lightly.

"...Oh, I forgot that Sadaharu will win this."

"..."

Back home, Gan Meiya couldn't wait to go back to the room to wash, because the smell of hot pot stained on her clothes made her feel uncomfortable with a slight cleanliness. After she took a shower, she was wearing Winnie the Pooh's home clothes and her long wet hair When she came out of the room, the melodious sound of the piano became clearer. Gan Meiya followed the prestige and saw Taro Sakaki, still in a suit and leather shoes, sitting in front of the milky white grand piano, and the sound of the piano was coming from there.

Gan Meiya tiptoed downstairs, stood not far from the man, and watched quietly. The man's body was straight, and the soft fluorescent light fell on his side face, as if coated with a thin layer of brilliance. , the slender fingers jumped wantonly on the black and white keys, and the sound of the piano poured out from his fingertips, Gan Meiya couldn't help but looked a little dumbfounded.

The man seemed to have noticed something, his fingertips slid across the keys, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. He looked back at Gan Meiya, his eyes fell on her wet hair, and his brows could not help frowning. He stood up and walked quickly In front of Gan Meiya, raised her hand to gather her long hair, and said, "Why don't you blow dry your hair?"

Gan Meiya looked down at the light brown area on her chest, raised her eyes to Sakaki Taro, and frowned: "I'm too lazy to blow it, just let it dry naturally."

Sakaki Taro frowned even tighter, and said with disapproval: "Grab your hair and wait for me."

"Oh." Gan Meiya obediently grabbed her hair with her backhand, the ends of her hair brushed her back, the water droplets that condensed on the ends of her hair were absorbed by her clothes, and a coolness came from her vest.

Sakaki Taro walked into the laundry room quickly, and soon he came out with two dry towels in his hand, one was stuffed into Ganmeimei's back, and the other was wrapped around her long hair, lifted up slightly, looking at There was still a faint red mark on the fair nape of the neck, and the familiar fruity fragrance filled his breath. He couldn't help but recall the beauty of last night, his mind swayed slightly, and he forgot what he was going to do next.

"Taro?" Gan Meiya called softly.

Sakakitaro came back to his senses, turned his wrist slightly, wiped off the water droplets on the ends of his hair, then rubbed his hair moderately, and said with a trace of complaint: "Such a big man, how can he not know how to take care of himself."

"Because there is Taro." Gan Meiya replied with a face of course.

Hearing this, Sakaki Taro paused his hands slightly, continued to wipe his hair, and stopped talking.

Time travels through the blue hair, most of Gan Meiya's hair is dry, seeing Sakaki Taro throwing the half-wet towel back into the laundry room, she quickly ran to the milky white piano, stretched out her fingers and gently pressed the white towel. The keys, "Boom...", are crisp and sweet.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, Gan Meiya quickly retracted her hand, turned her head, looked at Sakaki Taro standing behind her, she stuck out her tongue at the man like a child who was caught by an adult while stealing candy: " I just want to give it a try." This expensive piano should be his favorite, and Sakaki Haruyo and Atobe can use it at will, after all, they are professionals in the industry, and she is just a layman.

"Try it if you want." Sakaki Taro raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and sat on the bench in front of the piano with his hands on the keys. Ya asked in a deep voice, "Don't you want to try? I'll teach you."

"Well...forget it." Gan Meiya shook her head, stretched out her hands and looked through them in front of her face, "My hand is only suitable for holding a scalpel."

"There are no hands in this world that are suitable for doing things, only those who like to do things." Sakakitaro grasped Gan Miya's hand and pressed it on the keys, with his big palm covering the back of her small hand, pressing his fingers on the keys and making a sound Beautiful voice.

Gan Meiya quietly looked at the big hand that completely covered her hand. The temperature in the palm of the hand penetrated the skin on the back of the hand and transmitted to the central nervous system. She looked up at the man sitting beside her, and couldn't help being stunned again.

Sakaki Taro turned his head to look at Kanmei who was staring at him unblinkingly, couldn't help smiling, and a kiss was printed on her forehead.

"Why not on the lips?"

"...Because I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

The author has something to say: la la la la...

See you the day after tomorrow, Baoziniang, see you tomorrow, Song ruffian Qin (I love Xiao Qin very much, you can go and have a look, it’s already 16 words, but I didn’t write it later because of Kawen, now pick it up again, I hope Mina-sang like)