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Several bottles of foreign wine sent by Brother Li were packed in a cardboard box.Xia Yao transferred the money for the wine to Brother Li, so as not to be short-handed, and it would be difficult to shirk any appointments in the future.

When she walked out of the building with the cardboard box in her arms, Song Xinci was waiting by the door, looking at her pitifully.

Looks like a homeless stray cat.

"Sister Yao, I'm hungry..." Song Stray Cat came up and pulled Xia Yao's sleeve, "I want to eat your cooked noodles."

Xia Yao nodded.No matter whether this guy is pretending or not, she can't bear it.

"Go to your home?"

Xia Yao nodded.

Song Xinci blinked: "Isn't your home my home?"

Xia Yao turned her face to one side, pursed her lips and suppressed a smile.

"Huh~" Song Xinci stretched out his index finger to poke Xia Yao's arm, "I really don't talk to me."

Xia Yao nodded.

"Oh, I know I was wrong..."

Xia Yao looked over, her clear eyes blinked innocently, as if she was saying - dear, I don't want to do that either.

Song Xinci: "..." My sister Yao said one thing and one word, praise!

"Then let me sing for you." Song Xinci clapped his hands on one side and began to sing, "The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, how loud the victory song is..."

Night Breeze lifted her hair, Xia Yao hugged the cardboard box, and looked at Song Xinci a little ahead of her with a smile in her eyes. She leaned half sideways, pressed her heart with one hand, and gestured with the other. It's time to melt.

The streets are quiet and the shadows of the trees are whirling.

The street lights are dim, and the years are quiet.

The setting sun is infinitely good, but it's just near dusk—although Song Xinci parked the car a little farther in order not to let Xia Yao find out, it's still almost within reach of a song.

When I got home, it was past three o'clock.

How could Song Xinci be willing to let Xia Yao cook noodles for her so late, rubbed her belly and said solemnly: "I'm not hungry anymore." It was just a casual remark, just an excuse.

Xia Yao found a set of clean pajamas for Song Xinci in the storage box, handed it to her, and stood aside to type on her mobile phone.

A few seconds later, Song Xinci's phone received a notification.Picking up the phone, she saw the WeChat message sent by her elder sister Yao: Xinci, you take a shower first, I'll cook the noodles, it will be ready soon, be obedient

Song Xinci: "..."

Lovely Miss Yao...

Song Xinci went to the bathroom with puffy cheeks and pajamas.Xia Yao lowered her head and smiled, took off her coat, rolled her white shirt up to her elbows, revealing a section of her fair arms, then tied a gray striped apron, and walked into the kitchen.

Wash the electric kettle first, boil a pot of boiling water, and then clean the kitchen utensils.Xia Yao found the ginger and garlic, cleaned them carefully, put them on the cutting board, patted them with the side of the kitchen knife, and chopped them into fine pieces.

Turn on the stove, turn on the range hood.When it was almost time, pour peanut oil into the pot, a layer of golden oil, and burn it for a while, Xia Yao reached out to feel the temperature at a height of a few centimeters, and when the oil was hot, she picked up the egg next to it and put it on the stove. Knock, beat into the pot, throw the shell into the garbage basket next to it, and there is a sizzling sound in the pot.

Xia Yao's ten finger joints are distinct, her nails are neatly clipped and neatly trimmed, their rounded arcs are smooth and transparent, she stirs flexibly while holding a spatula, a few blue veins can be faintly seen on the back of her hand.After frying two eggs, get them up and put them on a pure white ceramic plate, scoop out a few spoonfuls of oil, and turn on the fire again. Throw good minced ginger and garlic into the pot, and the aroma is tangy.

Ten seconds later, Xia Yao picked up the electric kettle and poured the boiled water into the pot, then added a little cold water, and soon the water boiled again.Xia Yao picked up the prepared noodles with one hand, held them a few centimeters away from the water, put them down bit by bit, and stirred them with a pair of chopsticks in the other hand to prevent the noodles from getting tangled.

Put salt, then take two bowls of noodles, put a fried egg on each bowl, Xia Yao put on heat-resistant gloves and put the noodles on the table, standing aside with a bit of regret - no green onions.

At this time, Song Xinci pushed open the bathroom door and came out, wearing Xia Yao's vertically striped white cardigan pajamas, with a pink towel in one hand to wipe her dripping hair, walking towards the dining table, smelling coco perfume all the way.

Song Xinci looked expectantly and sniffed at the dining table, stood up, with a standard confidant smile, fascinated beyond his life: "I don't know which lucky guy will marry Sister Yao in the future."

Xia Yao's ears started to turn red strangely, she took off her gloves, and helped Song Xinci find a hair dryer.

When Xia Yao came out from the shower, her face was almost cold, but she also washed her hair.

Song Xinci's hair was almost dry, so he decided to wait for Xia Yao to eat together.

By the time we ate it, it was past four o'clock.

At the dining table, two people sat opposite each other, with a bowl of noodles in front of each of them.

Xia Yao held the chopsticks, put both hands on the table, watched Song Xinci brush her hair with one hand, lowered her head slightly to bite the fried egg, and bent her mouth unconsciously.

A very gentle smile.

When Song Xinci looked up, Xia Yao immediately looked away, lowered her head, picked up the chopsticks and flipped the noodles.

Song Xinci: "..." Oh, don't be embarrassed, there is no charge for watching.

Song Xinci looked at Xia Yao, who was wearing a cotton round-neck white T-shirt, who seemed to be eating noodles seriously, his eyes were bent, and he found a good topic, and said: "Sister Yao, I have only been away for a few days and you are going to work. You workaholic, how will you find someone in the future?"

Let his soldiers come and go, Xia Yao can defeat the enemy with one move - without speaking.

And make sense.

Song Xinci obviously expected it, and said to himself: "Speaking of this, Sister Yao, do you have any requirements for your future partner?"

"For example, about the same height as you? Can play the piano, play the guitar, and write songs. The family conditions are good, and the looks are not bad..."

"..." Xia Yao hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of noodles, choked, turned her head and covered her mouth, coughed a few times to one side, sneezed once, and seemed to want to hit a second time, it was very uncomfortable if she wanted to hit her or not. Comfortable.

"Eat slowly." Song Xinci stood up, walked to Xia Yao's side, and patted Xia Yao's back, "Let's just chat briefly about the criteria for choosing a mate..."

Xia Yao tilted her head back slightly, her face blushing obviously.

Song Xinci raised his heart and said: "One, two, three."

"Ache..." finally typed out.

Song Xinci reached out and took two napkins from the table, and patted Xia Yao's nose and mouth lightly: "Hey, does this count as talking?"

Xia Yao raised her hand to press the paper and waved her hand.

"Okay..." Song Xinci stuck out his tongue, "I'll get you a glass of water." Then he turned and walked to the kitchen.

The freshly boiled water was used up, Song Xinci went around the kitchen, put a box of mineral water next to the refrigerator, took a bottle, unscrewed the cap, and poured it into a glass.

Putting the water on the dining table, Song Xinci stood aside, with a salesman's enthusiasm on his face: "The holy water of Yaochi has been passed down for thousands of years, one sip will refresh your mind, two sips will keep you healthy, and three sips will lead to a long life. The original price is 98 [-] holy water, the current price is only [-] yuan, [-] yuan is not too much, if you can’t go to Hong Kong or Singapore, what are you still hesitating—”

Just as Xia Yao recovered, she couldn't hold back her face and smiled sullenly.Then he looked back, pointed to Song Xinci's bowl, and signaled her to eat more.

Song Xinci sat back, her appetite was always on par with cats, she ate a little each time, as if she was eating to hang her life, she didn't deliberately lose weight, and she didn't feel picky about her food, she could eat two bites of any dish, but it was limited to two bites.The eating time is irregular, and stomach pains from time to time at a young age.

Today, Song Xinci ate a bowl of noodles for the first time, hiccupped, pushed the bowl, and suggested: "Sister Yao, let's guess who will wash the bowl."

Xia Yao nodded.

Song Xinci: "Rock, paper, scissors."

The stones produced by Song Xinci, and the cloth produced by Xia Yao.

Seeing the result, Xia Yao closed her mouth and uttered a few vague words from her throat.

"What?" Song Xinci didn't hear clearly.

Xia Yao said it again, and stood up to clean up the dishes.

"Oh..." Combined with Xia Yao's actions, Song Xinci guessed, "Win the baptism?"

Xia Yao nodded, looked at Song Xinci, and seemed to be saying, smart.

Song Xinci blinked his eyes: "I thought of going with me."

Xia Yao put down the bowl and chopsticks and typed two words.

Song Xinci picked up the phone and looked, Xia Yao sent: tacit understanding

"Well—" Song Xinci commented, "The rules are flexible and changeable, and tacit understanding can be seen everywhere."

Having said that, I still helped to twist the rag and wipe the table together.

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