Married life with Bakugo

"Xiaosheng! It's snowing outside!" I shouted excitedly while grabbing Baohao's quilt.

"Huh?" He came back at about three o'clock in the morning, so he is still under the quilt.

"Why did you get up so early?" He yawned and asked lazily.

"I'm going out to get you breakfast. The sandwiches and milk are hot. You can get dressed."

It would be nice to have floor heating, but it was so cold outside, I took off the scarf around my neck and hung it on the hanger.

Bakugo helped me take off my gloves and held my hand: "Why is it so cold even with gloves on? You guys still play in the snow, don't you?"

"How...how is it possible? Am I that naive?"

He saw through it at a glance: "You're just playing, aren't you?"

I'm."

He hugged me: "It's warmer this way."

"Hmm..." The floor heater at home is already quite warm, and it feels so comfortable to be hugged like this again.

Ding~

It is the sound made by the microwave oven when it finishes heating.

I have bought fat milk from that bakery many times in a row, and tasted blueberries, strawberries, grapes and original flavors.

Bakugo's favorite drink is the original.

He ate a sandwich with rich fillings in a few mouthfuls, and drank the milk again.Every time I see him eating, I feel very delicious.

I used to be the type who really couldn’t live without sweets, but recently I have started to modify my eating habits and try to eat as much healthy food as possible.

High-sweet and high-sugar things are not very friendly to the stomach and blood sugar.

My breakfast is cereal with milk and some nuts.It's unbelievably healthy, and the oatmeal is not sweet at all.

Baohao looked at me with his face propped up after eating: "Why do you feel so pitiful?"

"It's not the feeling, it's the original, the diet these few days makes me feel like a cow eating grass." It's not that exaggerated, I think the dried walnuts and raisins are quite fragrant.

"Then I'll buy you a small cake?" Bakugo said in a discussing tone.

"...I asked you to supervise me when I was about to quit sweets. Listen to what I said. If I hadn't been strong enough, I would have tempted you." I shook my head and criticized him.

Bakugo: ...

The moment I opened the curtains, my eyes were dazzled, it was completely white, and the snowflakes floating in the sky were also particularly large.It's not the kind of small particles that are picked and swished.

"It's really snowing heavily." Baohao sighed, "It feels like there hasn't been such a heavy snowfall for many years."

I opened a gap in the window and reached out to catch it: "Look at me, I got a super beautiful hexagonal snowflake."

Ordinary people should chime in and say, "It's really beautiful."

But Baohao is obviously not an ordinary person, he also pushed open his window and stretched out his hand: "Wait, the one I received must be a hundred times better than yours."

In this kind of matter, there is no need to hold such a strong sense of victory.

The two of us competed for 10 minutes on who could receive the better snowflakes.

"It's so naive, I don't want to compare, you won." I put an end to this inexplicable game.

"Who is the naive one? Obviously you provoked me first."

The two of us looked at each other in silence and burst out laughing.

"Really, when I'm with you, I always feel that my IQ is ridiculously low." Baohao laughed wildly and pulled my hair.

"That's really sorry." After all, love makes people lose their minds.

I originally planned to go outside today to find a place to have a romantic meal. After all, it is a rare holiday for Baohao, but this weather really makes people have no desire to go out.

It stands to reason that it doesn’t matter if you have floor heating without a table warmer, but I really like this thing that improves happiness, especially the fact that I can lie down and sleep anytime and anywhere when I’m tired, so I paid for it and put it on living room.

At first, Baohao felt that this thing was very space-consuming, but it didn't take long before it became really delicious.I no longer sit on the sofa alone but squeeze together at the kotatsu table with me.

I love eating nuts on my kotatsu, drawing pictures, and making felt toys.

Although the finished product is not at all like the blueprints, and it's a little scary, but I still enjoy it.

"What do you want for lunch?" Bakugo asked casually, staring at me clumsily making toys.

I looked up: "Do you want to go out to eat?"

"It's too cold outside, you guys will be so cold that your hands and feet will be cold. Just eat at home. There are still a lot of ingredients left from the day before yesterday. I will make whatever I want to eat." Bao Hao said and got up to check the ingredients in the refrigerator .

"Eat hot pot! It's best to eat hot hot pot in winter." I chased after him and added, and searched for the ingredients in the refrigerator together.

"Hot pot... There are vegetables, pork, tofu and meatballs." Chef Baohao counted the ingredients that can be used to make hot pot.

"There are so many, can we eat hot pot?" I looked at him expectantly.

"That's enough, you can't eat much anyway." He took the onion and cabbage out of the refrigerator and put them in the drain basin of the sink.

"Can I help?" I asked.

"No, you can go ahead and make that ugly felt toy."

I bumped him lightly with my shoulder: "What an ugly felt toy, I've improved a lot now!"

"Well, compared to when I was a villain at the beginning, the blush was made like two tumors on my face, but now it seems that I have made great progress." Baohao smothered a smile and washed vegetables.

I didn’t argue with him for the most part, but it didn’t prevent me from using another way to “retaliate”: “Then the felt I’m making now will be given to you to be tied to your phone as a pendant.”

This sentence seemed to have no intimidating effect, and Bakugo was unmoved.

"When the time comes, other heroes will laugh. Someone will definitely ask why such an ugly felt is used to make a mobile phone pendant."

"I'll beat anyone who says ugly." He replied calmly.

Too domineering.

Soon I ate the hot hot pot, and the gurgling soup really made people feel inexplicably cured.

After drinking half a bowl of thick and fragrant soup, I feel warm from inside to outside.

I picked up a piece of pork and dipped it in the dipping sauce and wrapped it in a mouthful: "I'm so happy."

Bao Hao's sauce is still red, and it looks very unfriendly. I don't know what makes his stomach so tough, and I have never heard him say that his stomach is uncomfortable.

After eating a whole bowl of rice and a lot of meat and vegetables, I thought I should eat something easy to digest, so I opened another box of yogurt.

Bakugo sat next to me and watched the video, which was the news collection of some professional heroes fighting. He was very engrossed in watching it.

In my opinion, it is a series of dazzling movements, but in his eyes, it becomes the material that can be analyzed and studied.

He switched to another video after I finished my yogurt.

Seriously, he looks so good, I touch his hair itchyly.

His eyes were still fixed on the screen, but his hands lightly held mine and made a hand-holding movement, and I took advantage of the situation to rest on his arm and watch with him.

"Want to take a nap?" he asked, "Are you sleepy now that you woke up so early in the morning?"

"A little bit." Can you not feel sleepy if you are full and warm?

"Then sleep for a while." He turned off the tablet and brought me down.

So I really like kotatsu, ready-made cushions and quilts, just fall to sleep.

"I feel like I have become a baby being cared for." I drilled into his arms.

"Why?" He hugged me very cooperatively.

"Because I'm so happy." Bakugo's clothes smelled like laundry detergent, and I sniffed them several times.

Such comfortable days are only rare, most of the time he leaves early and returns late, and some of the time he is away on business.

As soon as he was on a business trip, I took Xiaoqi to my mother's place.

Xiao Qi has changed from a cute kitten to an elegant big cat. She looks very beautiful, and her mother loves to hold and comb her every time.

Everything is good at home, but my mother wakes me up on time every day, and the loud and powerful voice will always scare me when I am still asleep.

"Oh, let her sleep more at 08:30, and she doesn't have to go to school or go to work." Whenever the above-mentioned situation plays out, my father will try to persuade him from the sidelines.

"Of course I know she doesn't have to go to school or work, I just want her to eat on time and not mess up her stomach..."

I rubbed my eyes and got up from the bed: "I'm up, I'm up, where is the meal?"

Waking up too early made me lose my appetite, so I ate some porridge and went back to my bedroom to sleep.

"Nai Nai, Nana wake up quickly." It felt like someone was pulling my quilt after I hadn't slept for long.

I was so sleepy that I muttered impatiently: "I'm so sleepy, I'll sleep a little longer."

The other party continued to shout persistently, so I had no choice but to open my eyes: "Mom? What are you doing?"

She didn't seem angry but a little worried: "You have slept from nine o'clock to two o'clock in the afternoon, and you have slept for five hours. Are you feeling unwell?"

I was taken aback: "Five hours? Why do I feel like I've only been lying down for half an hour?"

Mom touched my forehead: "It's strange, I don't have a fever, how could this be..."

I have slept for five hours, and I dare not continue to sleep. Even if I am still very sleepy, I will force myself to get up.

Then the stomach growled slowly.

I looked through the refrigerator and couldn't find what I wanted: "Mom, I want to drink yogurt."

"I haven't eaten for five hours and I'm still thinking about yogurt. Let's have some food first." She brought the hot dish in front of me.

I am very hungry, but I still have no appetite. I just want to drink yogurt and oranges.

But this is a meal that my mother has worked so hard to cook, so it should not be wasted.So I forced myself to eat half of it.

"Why do you only eat so little? You only drank a few sips of porridge in the morning." She stared at my bowl, "Is there really no discomfort?"

"No really." I put the bowl away, "I just want to drink yogurt right now, I have to go to the supermarket."

"Go, go, just think about snacks if you don't eat the main meal." She muttered.

I dressed like a bear and wrapped myself in a thick scarf before going out.It snowed heavily a few days ago, and the snow is melting these days, so the body temperature is even lower.

I bought a lot of yogurt in the supermarket, picked up several packs of sour plums, and weighed a big bag of small oranges.

As soon as my mother opened the door, she saw me bringing back so many things, and she was surprised: "What are you doing? Is it a holiday? There are still three days before Christmas."

I was vague: "I just want to eat."

I drank two cups of yogurt in one breath, ate a bag of sour plums and no less than twenty small oranges.

Both my mother and my father who just came back were frightened by my battle, and their eyes were a little frightened.

"Little princess, don't eat it. The oranges are too cold, and I feel sick to my stomach after eating too much." My father stopped me when he saw that I had to peel the oranges again.

"But I haven't eaten enough..." I don't know what happened to me today.

"I'll eat it tomorrow, I'll eat it tomorrow." He muttered to put away all these snacks, and his mother gave him a very tacit understanding.

Watching TV with the two elders at night, when watching the highlights, an uncomfortable feeling suddenly rose in the stomach.

I quickly covered my mouth and ran to the bathroom.

"What happened to the little princess?" Dad chased after him.

I retched into the sink.

Dad gently rubbed my back, and said worriedly: "Did I eat something bad? Ouch."

I vomited for a long time and didn't vomit anything, but the nausea was almost gone.

Rinse your mouth with water: "I'm fine, maybe I ate too many oranges."

The mother asked carefully with a pale face: "Baby girl, are you pregnant?"

Without turning my head around, I let out a silly haha.

Dad looked traumatized and unacceptable: "I... pregnant?"