Doomsday Rise [Rebirth]

The next morning, Song Boyang woke up from the cold.He squinted his eyes, trying to pull something to cover his body in a daze, but suddenly he heard the sound of water splashing in the compartment, and he woke up immediately.

Then when he opened his eyes, he found that he was sleeping on the ground, and there was a quilt on the sofa next to him.Song Baixiu just finished washing and walked in.

Song Boyang immediately sat up and complained: "Third Brother, why did you throw me on the ground?"

Song Baixiu glanced at him and said, "I threw you on the sofa, and you must roll on the ground, who is to blame?"

Song Boyang stood up and said dissatisfiedly: "Can't you find me a bed? The sofa is so narrow, of course it will fall down."

"The bed in the guest room has nothing but wooden boards, so it's not as comfortable as the sofa." Song Baixiu said with a frown.

"What about your bed?" Song Boyang followed him and asked.

Song Baixiu turned his head suddenly, his eyes swept over him with a sense of oppression.Song Boyang was so startled that he immediately took two steps back, feeling a little guilty for some reason.He found that even though he had been in the military camp for so many years, he was still terrified of being glared at by the third brother.

After Song Baixiu suppressed it with his eyes, his complexion changed again, and he said in a sinister tone: "I stink of alcohol, I haven't bothered with you about throwing up my whole body yet, but you've turned to me instead? You should be thankful for me Instead of throwing you on the street, I rewarded you with a thin quilt. Hurry up and wash it up!"

When Song Boyang heard the words, he quickly "scrolled".

Song Baixiu turned his head again, looked at the sofa and quilt on one side, and frowned even more tightly.Decided to disinfect and clean after Song Boyang left.

When Song Boyang came out, Song Baixiu was squeezing juice, seeing him coming out, he said directly, "It's time to eat."

Song Boyang walked over to have a look, the canned beef, biscuits, and juice were all gone.

Song Boyang was speechless: "Third brother, do you eat these things at home?"

Song Baixiu glanced at him, didn't answer, and said instead: "Just now your communicator rang, I checked it for you, it was your boss who told you to go back, you can leave after eating."

"Don't..." Song Boyang squeezed a piece of beef into his mouth, chewed and said, "I'd better go back to the team and eat it. Although it's a big pot meal, it's a hot meal anyway. I eat this stuff several times in a row It's a month, you can keep it for yourself."

After speaking, he picked up the clothes and put them on his shoulders, and walked out and said, "Then I'll go first, and I will contact you later."

When I walked to the door, I remembered something, and suddenly I turned back and opened the door again and said, "By the way, third brother, about my future third sister-in-law, you have to hurry up. You must be quick, accurate, and ruthless, and you must not drag your feet. "

After speaking, he made a cheering gesture, Song Baixiu grabbed the biscuit box next to him and smashed it.

Song Boyang quickly closed the door to block it, and when he turned around, he saw Song Yue standing behind him expressionlessly, and the smile froze on his face.

Song Yue raised his head and asked strangely, "What future sister-in-law?"

Song Boyang pretended to be stupid, patted Song Yue on the head and said, "Don't worry about adults and children. If you have something to do, I will leave first. You want to find your father, right? The door is unlocked, just go in."

After finishing speaking, he quickly walked two steps away, Song Yue was puzzled for a while.What "future third sister-in-law"?Who did Song Baixiu hook up with again?No wonder it's been weird recently, it turned out to be because of this.

He immediately curled his lips, thinking with disdain that his son is so old and still attracts bees and butterflies everywhere, which is immoral.

So he didn't even knock on the door, just pushed it open and went in.

Song Baixiu frowned and stared at the canned beef in front of him, his breakfast didn't move, he didn't know what he was thinking.Hearing the movement, he immediately raised his head and said, "Do you still dare to come back?"

It turned out that it was Song Yue who came, and he was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Why is it you?"

Song Yue curled his lips and said, "Why can't it be me? What were you talking about with my uncle just now, and why did you mention the third sister-in-law? Are you getting married again?"

The veins on Song Baixiu's forehead were throbbing, and he secretly unloaded Song Baiyang's cramp and skin for 18 yuan. After he completely relieved his hatred, he raised his head and said perfunctorily, "It's nothing, he was just joking. By the way, what do you want me to do?"

"Oh, Mr. Chu called just now and said he couldn't find you. Let me tell you. I'll go to the research institute in the afternoon." Seeing that he didn't say anything, Song Yue didn't ask any more.

Hearing this, Song Baixiu took out his phone, looked at it, frowned and said, "It's out of battery."

Then he raised his head and said "Got it" to Song Yue, and then got up to charge.

When Song Baixiu came back, he saw that Song Yue was still standing by the table, staring at the breakfast on the table in a daze.As he walked over, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Song Yue pointed to the biscuits and canned food and said, "You eat this for breakfast?"

"What's wrong?" Song Baixiu asked nonchalantly.

"Tsk, you don't know how to make breakfast?" Song Yue said speechlessly.

The remuneration of the research institute should be very good, so it won't make him unable to make breakfast, right?

Song Baixiu said "Oh" and said, "No."

Then he began to think about the feasibility of Song Boyang's suggestion.

Song Yue looked at the compressed biscuits, and then at the canned food that he would only eat every time he was on a mission, and it was the kind of canned food made after the end of the world that was incomparable to those collected in his own space. The only thing that was not bad was the glass of juice.

Comparing his breakfast today, the warm soy milk, the steamed stuffed buns with thin skin and filling, and several home-cooked dishes full of fragrance, Song Yue suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Song Baixiu.

Thinking about what Elder Chu said to him yesterday, Song Yue struggled for a long time and finally sighed in his heart: Forget it, since he has saved me many times, let's be a filial son today.

Thinking of this, he pushed all the biscuit tins on the table aside, and said proudly: "It's not good to eat this all day, I'll teach you how to do it."

Song Baixiu looked at him in astonishment, as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up." Song Yue stepped forward and pulled him up, regardless of whether he heard it or not, and walked straight to the kitchen.

Song Baixiu originally wanted to say that it was unnecessary, since he wasn't always at home anyway.But after thinking about it, this might bring the relationship between Song Yue and himself closer, so he simply let it develop.

Song Yue dragged him into the kitchen, and when he saw the kitchen utensils that had never been used, he immediately took two steps back and said with a smile, "Well, first... wash all the kitchen utensils."

Song Baixiu frowned, looking at him and at the kitchen utensils, Song Yue snorted when he saw this, "Why, do you still want me to wash it? I'll teach you, not cook for you."

Alright, Song Baixiu rolled up his sleeves resignedly, and started to wash the pots, dishes, and cutting board.

"There, no, it's not clean over there, wash it again... This, this, here also needs to be washed, rinse it twice with clean water after washing, and wipe the table clean..."

Song Yue stood next to him, "slamming Fang Qiu and pointing Jiang Shan." Song Baixiu, under his command, washed this one and wiped that other, in a hurry.Song Yue asked Song Yue to wash the things that had just been washed several times. After they were finally washed, Song Baixiu breathed a sigh of relief, seriously suspecting that the other party did it on purpose.

Song Yue smiled like a fox from the side, and it felt really good to direct the other party to do this and that, and to go around busy.

It wasn't until Song Baixiu looked at him for a while that he realized that the other party was done with his work. He coughed dryly and said subtly, "The next step is to wash the rice. It's better to have porridge for breakfast, and less rice to wash."

Song Baixiu nodded and followed his advice.Song Yue leaned over again and continued to direct: "It is enough to add water almost to this scale line. First increase the heat and boil until it boils, and then simmer on a low heat for a while. Now let's heat it to a boil with high heat."

Song Baixiu did as he said again, thinking to himself: Actually...it's quite simple.

Song Yue nodded with his right hand on his chin and said, "Just pay attention to the situation later, next... what do you want to cook."

Song Baixiu shook his head, expressing that he didn't know.

"Forget it, what food do you have here?" Song Yue gave up asking his opinion.

Song Baixiu still shook his head, because he didn't cook, and besides fruits, the only food in his space core was the kind of food that could be eaten without the packaging bag.

Song Yue finally lost to him. He closed his eyes and looked around in his own space, then took out some green peppers, a piece of fresh-looking meat.

Using the crystal nucleus can maintain the insurance function of the space, which is something that every space power user can do.However, the space core does not have this effect, which is why the space power user has not been completely abandoned.

But Song Yue didn't have time to think about it now. He put the green pepper and meat that he had taken out on the chopping board and said, "Let's fry shredded pork with green pepper. It's easy and easy to learn. Wash them first and cut them into strips. Cut evenly."

Song Baixiu nodded, but the hand holding the knife was very disobedient, either cutting thickly or thinly.At the beginning, Song Yue was still shouting at the side, "This can't be done, that can't be done, it's crooked, it's thick, it's thin...", but in the end, he just stood beside him with his forehead and stopped talking.

Song Baixiu looked at the strangely shaped meat and green peppers cut on the chopping board, and was also a little speechless.

Song Yue said: "Forget it, let's make do with it, anyway, I'm not going to eat it."

Then he ordered the other party to pour oil, stir fry, add ingredients... When the fry was finally done, Song Yue was so tired that he was sweating.Although he didn't move his hands and only moved his mouth, he felt more tired than cooking ten dishes by himself.

Song Baixiu also breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the strangely shaped green peppers and meat on the plate, he felt a sense of accomplishment.Although the shape is not good-looking, but the color is still good.

Thinking of this, he pinched a piece and tasted it. Apart from being a little salty, it tasted pretty good.

Song Yue on the side had already stretched out his head to wait for his reaction. After waiting for a long time, seeing that he didn't speak, he simply asked, "How is it?"

Song Baixiu turned his head and saw him looking at him eagerly, he couldn't help but smiled and said, "Not bad."

Song Yue heaved a sigh of relief, and then said proudly, "After all, I was the one who directed it."

The porridge on the other side is almost done. Although it overflowed once in the middle, the final result is still good.

Thinking that there were still a few soup dumplings left for breakfast, Song Yue ran back to reheat them and served them to the table.

Hot porridge, steamed stuffed buns, this is breakfast.Song Yue thought happily, and also had a small sense of accomplishment in his heart, feeling that it was all because of his own guidance.

Song Baixiu filled two bowls of porridge, and Song Yue quickly stopped him when he realized, "There's no need to fill two bowls, I've already eaten it."

Song Baixiu paused, and then continued to eat: "Eat less after eating, after teaching for a long time, you should check and accept the results."

Song Yue felt right when he heard it, so he dragged the chair and sat down to eat breakfast again.

Song Baixiu showed a triumphant smile at the corner of his mouth, then picked up a little dish and put it into Song Yue's bowl, and said, "Try it, and see how your master teaches you."

Song Yue commented while eating: "Enen, it's not bad, it's not bad, but it's actually quite delicious, but next time, put less salt, it's a little salty... the porridge is quite fragrant..."

Song Baixiu looked at Song Yue eating like a little mouse through the hot air on the table, and couldn't help smiling, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps, he should use this step-by-step method to keep this cunning little guy firmly by his side.

The author has something to say: Ah, it’s not easy Da Song, you finally look a little black-bellied~