Cousin fierce

It's just that Shu Jie's life is very simple, home, work unit, supermarket, and occasionally going to the West Lake for a walk, that's it.

It is different from the life of an urban professional woman envisioned by Fan Tongtong.

Before I arrived in Hangzhou, my impression of Shu Jie, a completely urbanized woman, was that she dressed brightly, like a female model in a fashion magazine, and wore short skirts in winter and even shorter miniskirts in summer. Stepping on decimeter-high high heels, I read magazines and play on the computer in the air-conditioned air-conditioned office during the day, and dance and drink in some bar at night.The language is Chinese mixed with English, and there is an English nickname, what is Elizabeth, what is Juliet.Although Wahaha is not called Wahaha, it is called wahaha. It is always a brand name bought today and shopping tomorrow.

However, if Shu Jie is really the only one here, it won't be too bad.

Fan Tongtong would feel that the distance between himself and her was too great, the distance from the South Pole to the North Pole.Maybe it's back to back the distance around a circle the size of the Earth.

Fan Tongtong was still worrying about how to get close to Shu Jie when they met. Fortunately, Shu Jie was still the same personality as she remembered, and the seven years of estrangement between the two of them disappeared in an instant.

It's okay, everything is as usual.

Fan Tongtong hurriedly ran to the kitchen to cook, while Shu Jie had already put on her apron to wash vegetables and burn oil.

Fan Tongtong was in charge of washing the rice, then cracked an egg, made a bowl of egg soup, put water in it, covered the pot and plugged in the electricity, and everything was over.

Shu Jie will do the rest.

According to the original Fifteen Principles of Peaceful Coexistence, Fan Tongtong, who is good at cooking eggs, will do the cooking, but after a few days, Shu Jie finds that there are always so many unsatisfactory things.

For example, you can always eat salt that has not melted, and what you make is neither too salty nor too light, but it is definitely not within the suitable range.Just make do with it, but you can still eat it.

It's just that Shu Jie is unwilling to let it go.Simply do it yourself and have enough food and clothing.

Fan Tongtong poured the rice under the faucet. The slender, white rice looked crystal clear and very beautiful, unlike the early rice grown at home.After washing some rice water, I poured some potted plants on the window sill one by one.

The two were busy with their respective affairs, and felt that silence lay between them, a little blocked, but they didn't know how to find a topic to break the rigidity between them.

Fan Tongtong fiddled with the leaves of the little mimosa. The emerald green mimosa was growing well, and the new leaves had already been pulled out. He said, "Actually, children are quite cute."

"Look whose child it is." Shu Jie poured a piece of tofu on the plate, cut it twice horizontally and vertically with a knife, and cut it into even small pieces.

"Why? Don't the children all look the same?" Fan Tongtong leaned his face in front of the mimosa, and pressed the leaves of the mimosa even harder, touching them one by one, only to find that the feathery leaves were motionless, not as usual. Shrink like a mimosa.

Is the Mimosa of Shu Jie's family also as different as Shu Jie?

Does not correspond to that sentence, what kind of people raise what kind of flowers.

"Other people's children are just like dolls. They appear obediently and make you hug for a while and hurt for a while. What you see is a cute angel. If it is from your own family, heh, maybe you will think it is a demon who came to torture you. Idiot , Peel this preserved egg and put it in a bowl." Shu Jie handed a preserved egg to Fan Tongtong, Fan Tongtong took it, knocked on the edge of the water bucket, and peeled off the shell.The black and transparent preserved egg inside was exposed in the air, and it shook softly for a few times. Fan Tongtong poked the beautiful pattern on the preserved egg with his finger. The QQ felt good, but he was slapped by Shu Jie who accidentally saw it. head.

"Are you addicted to poking, aren't you? How dirty are your fingers? Wash them with soap, and wash them with sulfuric acid if they can't be cleaned." Shu Jie pushed Fan Tongtong out, and took the preserved egg from Fan Tongtong's hands with his shirt off , the slender fingers like white jade peeled off the poor preserved egg bit by bit.

"I'm just surprised." Fan Tongtong looked at Shu Jie's delicate movements, and sighed that the beautiful fingers are good-looking in any work. Look at Shu Jie, with this hand, peeling eggs is like embroidery.

"What's strange?" Shu Jie asked her casually, put the naked preserved eggs into a bowl, cut them into small pieces with a metal spoon, and put them on the tofu.

White, black, and dark green, they look clean and white, very clean.

"Your mimosa won't close." Fan Tongtong went back to poke the strange mimosa.

"Won't it close?" Shu Jie didn't understand what she meant, so she sprinkled the chopped shallots on the tofu, adding another color embellishment, emerald green shallots dotted.

"That's right, its leaves don't move." Fan Tongtong held the pot of mimosa, went to Shu Jie, and poked it vigorously for her to see.

Poke, poke, poke, you see, it won't close.

"..."

"I'm not wrong!" Fan Tongtong smiled showing off.

"That doesn't seem to be a mimosa." Shu Jie sprinkled a little salt, poured a spoonful of soy sauce, and took the prepared preserved egg tofu to the living room.

"It's not a mimosa?" Fan Tongtong looked at the pot carefully.

"It's probably acacia. Someone threw it down and was about to die. I picked it up and didn't look carefully." Shu Jie put chopsticks and spoons, and Fan Tongtong ran out from inside, saying, "What is acacia?"