After Divorce [ABO]

At 51:[-] in the morning, Chi Jingming went out, covering his hands with the soy milk that Lu Ning squeezed for him. Before Lu Ning noticed the car on the road, he was covered by his heavy closing sound.

The corridor outside the gate is a semi-open-air design, similar to a balcony, not sealed with glass, next to it is a flower garden, where you can grow flowers, the air is very fresh, and the view is also good. The height of the 25th floor allows you to see the surrounding buildings clearly, but not in winter. It's so friendly, the north wind is blowing, the white floor tiles are covered with snow that drifted in last night, and the feet are particularly slippery.

Chi Jingming supported the wall and walked slowly towards the elevator. Fortunately, he had long legs and non-slip shoes, so he didn't slip all the way.He got into the elevator, thought for a while and sent a message to Lu Ning, "The corridor is very slippery, please slow down when you go out."

Lu Ning replied hello.

Then he opened the door and looked outside, there was a thin layer of snow, only a few footprints left by Chi Jingming.

He went back to the balcony to search, but there seemed to be no extra carpets, so he could only disassemble the two cardboard boxes used for moving yesterday into pieces of cardboard, and spread them along the outside of the door in the direction of the elevator. After laying, he walked back and forth , Make sure it's not slippery before letting go.

Lu Ning's move was mainly for the convenience of herself and the neighbor on the left, but unexpectedly, it was convenient for Al downstairs.At eight o'clock, Al got out of the elevator, followed the direction of the cardboard, walked to Lu Ning's door, and rang the doorbell of Lu Ning's house.

"For you! A moving gift!" Al handed an oil painting to Lu Ning.

The painting is not big, with sunflowers painted on it, I painted it all night last night, the paint hasn't dried completely, and the painting hasn't been framed, so I can't wait to give it to Lu Ning.

"Does it look good? Your favorite sunflower."

Lu Ning looked along the painting, the painting was very beautiful, very similar to his tablecloth.

"It looks good." Lu Ning bent her mouth.

"I guess you'll like it." Al carried the painting into the room, put it on the table, compared it with the tablecloth, and said to himself, "The color of the real thing is darker."

"Have you eaten yet?" Lu Ning went to the shoe cabinet to get him some cotton slippers, but when she opened it, she found only his and Chi Jingming's shoes, so she had to close them.

"Do you want to eat zongzi? They are stuffed with bacon." I didn't buy much from the supermarket yesterday afternoon, only enough for last night's dinner and this morning's breakfast.

"I want sweet rice dumplings." Al looked up, "I like sweet ones."

"But there are only meat stuffing." Lu Ning opened the refrigerator door and showed him the last two meat dumplings.

Al, "Is there anything else?"

Lu Ning, "There is only leftover rice from last night, let me make you some fried rice."

"There is rice, then I'll make it." Al walked over and looked into the refrigerator, "Broccoli, carrots, corn kernels, Chinese cabbage, ham sausage, eggs, let me make you omelet rice."

Lu Ning, "I ate this morning."

Al, "What did you eat?"

Lu Ning, "Zongzi."

Al, "It's too little, you should eat more, you are so skinny, you should eat more."

Al picked from the refrigerator, selected a few ingredients and leftover rice from last night, and went into the kitchen.

"Why is this so embarrassing?" Lu Ning hurried over, "You are a guest!"

Al, "I cook delicious food, you will try it later."

Twenty minutes later, Al brought two plates of fried rice to the table. The golden omelette was sprinkled with pepper and wrapped in fragrant rice. "It's a pity that there is no salad dressing."

"Eat," Al handed him an iron spoon, "It's delicious."

Lu Ning took the spoon, sighed, cut through the golden omelet, and put it into his mouth along with diced carrot, chopped broccoli and rice.

"Is it delicious?" Al looked at him expectantly.

Lu Ning chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed with difficulty, "Why is it so sweet?"

"I put sugar." Al blinked his blue eyes, "Is it delicious?"

"Why did you put sugar?" Lu Ning took out a tissue and pressed the corner of her mouth.

"Don't you need to add sugar to fried rice? I always put sugar in my fried rice." Al said in an innocent tone, "I just added two spoonfuls of sugar, it's not sweet."