Gratitude License

Chang Jing had a lot of strange dreams and didn't sleep well.

He woke up before dawn, and after a night, he only slept for three or four hours.

Chang Jing returned to the bedroom and saw that Xu Liang was still asleep in the same position as when he left last night. He had no intention of waking up at all, so he hesitated for a moment, then pulled off the quilt and glanced at his neck.

Chang Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

The absence of a fish-shaped tattoo means that Huagudan is not there, that is to say, what happened last night was just an illusion, the person lying here is stupid, and the one who is not stupid does not appear at all.

But that's all there is to make him breathe a sigh of relief.

Before seven o'clock, Chang Jing walked around idly, went back to Xu Liang's bed and lay down, keeping a distance from him as much as possible.

Because he didn't sleep well, Chang Jing was a little tired, but he wasn't sleepy at all, or he couldn't fall asleep.

Just like the few days before I challenged Chang Junyang back then, I could only hear my own breathing and heartbeat when I lay down, as if a certain switch in my body had failed, and I refused to turn off the power for a long time to rest.

After a while, the ladybug alarm clock rang on time, Xu Liang sat up within two seconds, and hugged the ladybug alarm clock.

As usual, he yawned long, got up and got out of bed automatically like a robot, and regained his senses in place.

It took a full two minutes before his dull eyes became clear. He blinked at Chang Jing, was slightly puzzled for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

Xu Liang is still not used to the fact that Chang Jing lives in his house, so he has to surprise him again every morning.

"Quiet, quiet! Good morning! Hehehehehehehe——"

"morning."

Chang Jing got up from the bed as if she had just woken up.

In fact, he didn't need to squeeze into the same bed with Xu Liang, and he didn't need to run over early in the morning to pretend that he slept here all night. He might just be lazy to explain, or it might be because of guilty conscience.

Xu Liang had no idea that Chang Jing went to sleep in the study after he fell asleep. He remembered the experience before going to bed yesterday, and only cared about whether his actions had the desired effect.

He has tried his best to suppress it, so An Jingjing won't be angry anymore?

Xu Liang leaned in front of Chang Jing and grinned silly at him, and Chang Jing also smiled back.

Xu Liang thought it was a good omen, so he took almond nougat from the bedside table, peeled it off and handed it to Chang Jing.

"Eat candy!"

Chang Jing is speechless, how can she wake up early in the morning and tell people to eat candy!

But he ate it anyway.

Xu Liang was very happy, and felt that the method of pressing to sleep was really useful. As usual, he hugged Chang Jing affectionately, rubbed his head into his neck, but Chang Jing froze for a moment, and suddenly backed away.

When Xu Liang tried to move forward again, he was kicked away by Chang Jing.

"It's okay in the future, don't hug."

"Why?" Xu Liang didn't understand why he couldn't be hugged. He always hugged like this before, especially after reconciliation, he must be hugged. Why can't he hug all of a sudden? Could it be that Chang Jing is still angry with him?Didn't he pin him down last night?

Seeing that Chang Jing didn't answer, Xu Liang asked again: "Why..."

Chang Jing didn't want to say too much, and he didn't want to explain. Not only the silly Liang was listening to what he was saying now, but also the non-stupid one. Talking too much would be troublesome.

Standing in the middle of the bedroom, Chang Jing always felt a little guilty when facing Xu Liang's eyes, and it was even more embarrassing to have nothing to do, so he decided to keep himself busy and go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Xu Liang followed behind him, and he really felt that something was wrong with Chang Jing.

From childhood to adulthood, Chang Jing took the initiative to make breakfast for him no more than five times. Among these five times, four times were fried eggs, and three times the egg whites were fried alive and turned into egg blacks. The next time, it was not battered the rest of the time, but the egg was originally a loose yellow, and the room was full of stench after frying.

Chang Jing did not make his signature fried eggs this time, but made noodles.

It's not that I have self-knowledge and decided not to harm eggs anymore, but I feel that frying eggs is too fast to achieve the purpose of killing time.

Chang Jing set up a pot to boil water, and before the water boiled, he threw half a bag of dried noodles into it.

There was a lot of clanging in the kitchen. Chang Jing put the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar neatly by the stove, and looked at the pot, only to find that the noodles were sticking to the pot.

Relying on his feeling, he poured oil, salt, sauce and vinegar into the pot. Thinking that the pot was quite big, he poured some more. When he saw that there was unused onion, ginger and garlic on the stove, he cut it up and threw it into the pot. The knife work is remarkable.

Standing behind, Xu Liang stared dumbfounded at Chang Jing stirring the noodle pot with a spoon in one hand, while rummaging through the cabinet calmly and confidently with the other hand, breaking apart the star anise petals one by one, and putting the chili peppers in a calm manner. The pepper and cinnamon are chopped and thrown into the pot together.

In fact, up to now, the color of the noodle soup is still a bit attractive, and the noodles inside are still edible, but Chang Jing thinks it is not enough, so he throws away two more sausages and three Wrap seaweed, pour a bag of freeze-dried vegetables, and finally take out the trump card, crack two eggs on the side of the pot with a gesture that is more chic than subduing demons, and drop them into the pot.

The soup boiled, and the beaten eggs formed a layer of foam on the surface of the water. Spices of different colors rolled in the foam, covering the rolling noodles below.

Chang Jing wiped her hands in satisfaction, and concentrated on stirring the pot with a spoon.

Just like all novices in cooking, Chang Jing is most worried that the food is not cooked enough, and he will have diarrhea after eating it, so he always frys the eggs until they are battered, so now he boils them on high heat.

At the beginning, he took out the noodles to check the color, but the stirring action was so boring that he soon lost his mind and worked with inertia, cooking half a bag of longxu noodles for 10 minutes .

By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late to turn off the fire, and the noodles had already been boiled into a pot of mush. Adding the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, chopped green onion and ginger inside, the color was rich enough, but it was impossible to pick it up with chopsticks. one.

Chang Jing silently looked at the pot for a few seconds, then calmly put it on the table.

He prepared the bowls, chopsticks and spoons, sat down at the table with a straight back, "Siliang, eat."

Xu Liang happily ran over and sat upright like a child.

He was really happy when Chang Jing cooked for him, especially when he saw Chang Jing acting like a chef when cooking noodles, he looked forward to it even more.

As soon as Chang Jing served him a bowl, he couldn't wait to taste it, but his mouth was burned.

He poured several large glasses of cold water, but a blister the size of a bean burned in his mouth.

Xu Liang learned his lesson this time, he inhaled hard, his cheeks puffed up like little Shisan, he held his breath, and then blew it out hard.

The noodle soup was finally cold, Xu Liang ate it in a big gulp, his expression changed immediately, and he looked at Chang Jing with a bitter face.

An Jingjing of his family must still be angry, that's why he punished him with such an unpalatable food.

Xu Liang's IQ is like a child's, and he is easy to picky eaters like a child, but what he picks is not the type but the taste. He will never eat something that is not delicious. But pretty good.

Of course, the pot of food cooked by Chang Jing exists beyond the proposition of picky eaters. Unless there is no sense of taste, people who are no longer taboo will become picky eaters when facing this pot of food.

Chang Jing didn't touch the bowls and chopsticks, and asked Xu Liang: "How is it? Is it delicious? This is the first time I cook noodles."

Xu Liang told the truth, "It's not delicious, don't eat it...how about you eat sugar? Or I will cook noodles for you. The noodles I make are very delicious."

Chang Jing picked up the bowl with a bit of displeasure, and took a sip by himself. The sour, salty, spicy, spicy food was a mess in his mouth, and he slashed at each other with swords, guns, swords and halberds, and finally mixed into an extremely pungent taste.

Chang Jing tried not to spit it out, but she couldn't swallow it either, so she took a big sip of water to flush the food into her stomach.

"Okay, don't eat, and go to the toilet later."

Chang Jing wanted to pour the batter from Xu Liang's bowl back into the pot, but Xu Liang snatched the bowl, "If I don't eat, you will be unhappy, right?"

Chang Jing didn't speak, but the expression on his face said everything.

Xu Liang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, pinched his nose, brought the bowl to his mouth like drinking traditional Chinese medicine, and gulped down.

Then he let out a long breath, stuck out his tongue from the heat, and lit the bottom of the bowl to Chang Jing, "I'm done."

There was still a small piece of egg flower left on the bottom of the bowl, Xu Liang followed Chang Jing's line of sight to see it, so he licked the bottom of the bowl too.

He said again with a bitter face, "I'm done."

Chang Jing's depressed mood since last night suddenly improved, and he gave Xu Liang another bowl.

Xu Liang had a heroic expression, his eyes, nose and mouth were wrinkled together, he blew hard to cool the noodle soup, dried it in one breath, then licked the bottom of the bowl, and showed it to Chang Jing.

This time Chang Jing smiled and pinched Xu Liang's nose.

Xu Liang rubbed his nose and smiled, thinking that this could make An Jing happy, so he took the initiative to fill another bowl for himself, slurped it down, and made himself sweat profusely.

Three quarters of Chang Jing's pot of dark food went into Xu Liang's stomach.

Chang Jing's mood became very good, not the kind of refreshing feeling after bullying others, but some kind of emotion that he couldn't explain clearly, like a cloudy sky suddenly cleared, like a stomach suddenly full.

Chang Jing asked Xu Liang to change clothes, saying that he would take him to buy ice cream, but after changing, he didn't go out for a long time, standing at the door waiting for something.

A few minutes later, the Land Rover stopped in front of the store, and the driver got out of the car and bowed to Chang Jing to say hello.

Chang Jing got Xu Liang into the car, fastened his seat belt for him, and sat in the driver's seat.

Xu Liang: "?"

Chang Jing: "You don't need to visit the store today."

"Ah? Why? But no, I..."

"Uncle Liu will watch the store for you, and you go to work with me."