Brown sugar ginger tea

Today is a rare holiday. Tang Jinghui gets up very early. On days without announcements, she is always reluctant to go out and prefers to stay at home. This is probably because of her personality.

After getting up and cooking noodles for herself, Goddess Tang was bored and ate breakfast in a bowl by herself. Breakfast alone always seemed a bit lonely and boring, completely lacking the little fun of two people. It seemed that all the purposes were just for Feed yourself.So, if Jiang Nuan was here, what would it be like for the two of them on such a rest day?

It seems that every time there is a rest day, the two of them will get tired of being together, Tang Jinghui recalled, it seems that every time he sleeps until he wakes up naturally, after washing, he will go out to the next room. At that time, often I was able to see Comrade Xiao Jiang cooking breakfast in the kitchen. On a sunny day, Chef Jiang was coated with a layer of light. No matter how you look at it, it can be regarded as a pleasing scenery. At that time, I liked it the most. What I do, seems to be leaning against the door, watching her cook quietly, Jiang Nuan like that always gives me a sense of a stable home.

Then what?Then it seemed like the two of them were chatting, talking and laughing while eating the brunch with a lot of variety. The most talked about seemed to be their current situation, most of them were trivial things that happened on the set, happy and unhappy. , happy, unhappy, it seems that they will talk about something.Next, after brunch, I will take the initiative to undertake the obligation of washing dishes.As for Jiang Nuan, most of the time, he would make some snacks and desserts, or cut some fruits, and save them for the afternoon.

In the afternoon, there are many more choices. It may be two people leaning on the sofa and watching a classic old movie together, paired with the popcorn or grilled chicken wings made by Chef Jiang, watching the movie together , Seeing each other's favorite plots, I still don't forget to talk to each other. Sometimes one book is not enough, and I often have to watch it consecutively.Most of their choices are different. Jiang Nuan likes suspenseful and mind-boggling crime movies, but the ones she watches a lot seem to be dramas that test her acting skills. When it comes time to choose a movie, she often has to struggle Fan, in the end, the method of rock-paper-scissors is often used to choose, and it is a bit naive to think about it...

Or, in the season when tea leaves are on the market, brewing a pot of Kung Fu tea becomes Jiang Nuan’s pleasure. Those who are Tieguanyin, Lapsang Souchong, Dahongpao, Pu’er, Longjing, as long as there are new ones on the market It seems that she will buy some good tea specially, and brew it for herself like a treasure. Although she still likes more coffee, the tea she brews tastes different from the outside.Make a pot of tea, lie on the corner of the sofa, and read different books respectively. This afternoon passes quickly.After reading books for a long time, fruits are definitely indispensable. Most of the little counselors will prepare some seasonal fruits at home, cut them into small pieces, and feed them to themselves between reading books.Sometimes when I am tired of watching, I can see the person opposite when I raise my head. There is always a feeling of reassurance.

What else?The noodles in the bowl were finished soon, and Goddess Tang put the bowl by the sink, got up and went back to the room.By the way, sometimes, it seems that two people will disguise themselves with full armor, and then go out secretly to wander around the world outside.Convenience stores, cafes, and a movie theater, that guy insisted on going with him. More often, he would go to the supermarket. The two of them walked slowly in the supermarket holding hands, buying what they needed at home. Things, fortunately in China, the intimacy between girls would not look too weird to others, otherwise, it might have been discovered long ago.Although wearing a mask and sunglasses, she looks silly, but shopping in the supermarket with the person she likes, picking up oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, these life is very simple for others, but it is not easy for them to enjoy it, so it is rare A few times, it is also very precious.By the way, that unreliable guy even brought himself to the vegetable market, it seems to be to buy a vintage duck for cooking, and he was almost recognized by others, but luckily it was him in the end Clever, he decisively abandoned the guy who was still serious about picking ducks, and slipped away before people surrounded him.

From this point of view, when two people were together, they didn't do anything very special or romantic, but why, it seemed that after that person left, leaving me alone at home, it seemed that life was so useless What about the taste... Tang Jinghui was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, looking a little puzzled.In fact, the time two people spend together is not too long, but it seems that, now that I think about it, I was originally alone, and I was resting, so how did I live?Tang Jinghui tried hard to remember, but she seemed to be unable to remember.She asked herself if she was a person with a boring life. In her impression, she was quite contented with her life before, but now, why is she so unhappy? ...

Those disturbing and annoying melancholy churned in her head, disturbing her restlessness, she couldn't help it, she sat up, thinking about whether she should read a book, calm down, but rummaged through the bookcase In the end, the one I chose was Jiang Nuan's favorite book. What's wrong with it? Could it be that without Xiao Counseling, I really can't survive this day? !She couldn't bear to read the book, but she didn't want to just stay like this. She always felt that this rare rest day couldn't just be wasted like this.I still really don't believe it, the days of running the notice, it's not like I can't live without that person, after rest, I should drive that little bastard out of my head.Having made up her mind, she tidied up a bit and decided to go out for a stroll.

Today's sun is particularly good. The greening of this community has always been good. It is lush, but it seems patchy. This is probably the reason why she insisted on choosing to make her home here.Tang Jinghui walked on the road, and occasionally saw one or two people around who came out for a walk or walked their dogs in their spare time. After walking all the way like this, they felt calmer at least.At this moment, a golden retriever sprinted over. It is very knowledgeable about current affairs, and it is probably a canine of the level of color control. At this moment, it is leaning on the feet of Goddess Tang, lying down , let’s not go away, look at its nodding and bowing flattery, it looks like Comrade Xiao Jiang who usually makes a mistake and follows behind her and can’t be chased away... Tang Jinghui looked at it, how did she feel that it was the same as that little one? The bastard looked amazing, naturally he was close to him, and raised his hand for the first time, and touched this guy's big head.Alas, even going out for a walk and encountering something that reminds me of her doesn't count, it's also one of the manifestations of her supernatural powers...

Comrade Xiao Jiang, who is filming in a corner thousands of miles away, has no idea of ​​the little thoughts of Goddess Tang. She is hanging on the wire with pain at the moment. Yea, since the morning, Jiang Nuan has been sneezing non-stop, causing the scene to ng over and over again. By now, the coercion has been suspended for almost 3 hours. When will this sneeze be big? ...

At the end of the walk, she still couldn't escape Comrade Xiao Jiang's troubles. Goddess Tang was also very helpless, and she lost interest at the moment, so she simply turned her head and went back upstairs. Anyway, no matter where she was, her kind of behavior would diverge anytime and anywhere. The thinking that went to her seems to be hopeless, why not face the reality and go home early.Thinking so self-destructively, somehow something happened. When she came back to her senses, she found that the opened door and the scene reflected inside were not like her own home at all.The familiar kitchen setting, the familiar living room layout, no matter how you look at it, it looks like that little bastard's house, right...

Since I went to the wrong door, walking back is what I should do now, but Tang Jinghui found that there was no such thing in her heart.

With this in mind, she took off her shoes, put on her special slippers, and walked into the house.After all, no one lived in it for more than a month, and there was a slight smell in the room. She opened the window, rolled up her sleeves, and just started cleaning it.In fact, she doesn't do much cleaning by herself. Most of the time, because she is busy, she asks her assistant to call a familiar aunt to do it, but this time, surprisingly, she doesn't feel tired or annoying. On the contrary, it made her abandon those messy thoughts, and only focus on sweeping the floor.

In less than two hours, the whole house was cleaned by her.She put down the tools in her hand, thought for a while, went to the living room again, and lit an incense stick that Jiang Nuan often used.This incense is very precious in normal days. It is said that it was brought back from Tibet by a trustee. The authentic Tibetan incense smells like sandalwood. At the beginning, every time I came here, I was not used to it. It looks like, but the number of times is too many, and I smell this smell all the time, and I gradually feel that it smells better later.

After lighting the incense, her heart calmed down a bit. She simply followed the steps that Jiang Nuan used to do on weekdays, and fiddled with the Kung Fu tea set in front of her, washing the cup, pouring the tea, brewing the tea, removing the foam, pouring the tea, and ordering. Tea, watching tea, tasting tea, she remembered that Comrade Xiao Jiang would shake his head and explain to himself while brewing tea at such times. When two people are together, can their subtle kung fu be so deep?

She didn't say very clearly, but at this moment, staying in the room she stayed in, smelling the Tibetan incense she often burns, and drinking her favorite tea.She suddenly let go of the annoyance and distraction in the morning. She deliberately didn't want to miss her. In fact, it was the culprit who made her miss her even more. Tang Jinghui took another sip of the tea in her hand, and the taste was green and bitter. The rest is sweet and sweet...

In fact, missing someone is not such a sad thing...