bedside calendar

Waking up from a good night's sleep in the morning, the first thing Lin Feng thought of was: Today is November [-]st, it's November, why is it already November?

Although he didn't want to, Lin Feng still opened his eyes. Only then did he realize that there was no one on the other pillow. He reached out and touched Jia Zhipeng's position. There was almost no temperature in the quilt. This person had been up for a while.Looking up at the watch on the wall, it was just after six o'clock, and the question "where did this person go" just turned in his mind, his nose had already smelled a faint fragrance, and he sniffed the smell carefully, it was a little seductive, and he secretly smiled , What kind of delicious food did this foodie get up again?I got out of bed and found some clothes to put on, and decided to go to the kitchen to take a look. As soon as I opened the bedroom door, the scent became thick and my saliva flooded involuntarily.Lin Feng swallowed his saliva and walked lightly to the kitchen.

Jia Zhipeng watched the porridge boil until it was [-]% ready, put the diced chicken marinated with seasoning in advance into the pot, tilted his head and stared at the pot in a daze for a while, turned around to get the onion and chopped some green onion, went back to the stove, and turned off the fire Sprinkle chopped green onion on the porridge.

Jia Zhipeng filled a bowl of porridge and turned around, "Ah, you scared me to death!" Then he saw Lin Feng standing at the door of the kitchen.

Lin Feng stared at the bowl in Jia Zhipeng's hand, sniffed, raised his eyebrows, "Why is it so fragrant?"

"Mushroom and chicken porridge! Jia's unique secret recipe," Jia Zhipeng smiled triumphantly, and put a bowl of porridge on the table, "Try it!" He frowned with a smile, looking like a child. Good thing, waiting to be praised.

Lin Feng didn't move, "I've made this porridge too, why do you think your porridge tastes so delicious?"

"Try it, try it quickly, you'll know once you taste it, hurry up, it won't taste good in a while." Jia Zhipeng urged anxiously, this is not a common thing, what can the meek-tempered Jia Zhipeng do in a hurry? In this way, it is really not easy.

"It's rare to see you in a hurry. Didn't you take some medicine?" Lin Feng picked up the bowl from the table to look at it, but he didn't rush to drink it. He squinted at Jia Zhipeng through the steam rising from the bowl.

"What are you going to drink? I'll give you Viagra." Jia Zhipeng was not very angry when he saw that Lin Feng was not in a hurry to eat.

"Fuck!" Lin Feng slowly picked up the bowl and tasted the temperature. It was too hot, so he put it down again. Jia Zhipeng immediately handed over a spoon.Lin Feng scooped up a spoonful, brought it to his mouth and blew it, Jia Zhipeng had already widened his eyes, waiting for Lin Feng's comment.When Lin Feng turned the spoon, Jia Zhipeng was caught off guard, and a spoonful of porridge was fed into Jia Zhipeng's mouth.

"Sisi—" Even though Lin Feng blew it, it was still a little hot. Jia Zhipeng took two breaths of air, and swallowed it without knowing the taste.

Lin Feng looked at Jia Zhipeng's burning appearance, and slowly blew a spoonful of it before delivering it to his mouth - the taste, not to mention really good! "It's very fragrant, like mushrooms! Did you put dried mushrooms?" Lin Feng said with certainty after savoring it carefully.

"That's right, fresh shiitake mushrooms are good for cooking, but porridge should be made with dried ones to bring out the aroma, how about it?" Jia Zhipeng explained with great interest when Lin Feng tasted it.

Lin Feng nodded and ate another spoonful, "This chicken is fresh!"

"I put it last, isn't it delicious?" Jia Zhipeng was triumphant, just waiting for the compliment, "Chicken breast, it will burn if it is cooked for a long time."

"The chicken itself is very tender and flavorful, but do you think there is no chicken flavor in this porridge?" Lin Feng disagreed.

"It only tastes like mushrooms, eh! I can taste it too." Jia Zhipeng moved to the edge of Lin Feng's bowl and opened his mouth. Lin Feng naturally fed Jia Zhipeng a spoonful of porridge that was just cold. This time, Jia Zhipeng tasted it carefully. Then I said, "I made chicken porridge last time. Didn't I finish it in the morning? I came back in the afternoon and I was hungry, so I wanted to drink it hot. Don't mention it, the smell of the chicken was absorbed by the rice, and the meat was eaten in my mouth." It’s like birthday candles, I can’t swallow it.” This will shake his head again and again when he recalls the original taste.

Lin Feng and Jia Zhipeng, you have already wiped out a bowl of porridge, "You are urging me to eat it because of this? It's not too late, you are so anxious!" Lin Feng gave Jia Zhipeng a look, this time Foodies may not worry about anything else besides eating.

Jia Zhipeng took the bowl full of porridge, took a bowl from the cupboard and filled another bowl, and handed them to Lin Feng. Lin Feng just took it and put it on the table, when he heard a sound, turned around and saw Jia Zhipeng closing the porridge with his hand. He turned off the alarm clock on his mobile phone, and turned off the fire on the other stove with one hand.

"Just right!" Jia Zhipeng's eyes rolled with a smile, he opened the lid of the pot, and within 2 minutes after the heat dissipated, he hurriedly reached into the pot and took out his hand, which was hot again.

"What are you doing?" Lin Feng stretched out his head to see what was in the pot.

"Bun, it's hot!" Jia Zhipeng said and stretched out his hand again.

"It's hot and you still reach out." Lin Feng rolled his eyes at him, this person must be sick, he knew it was hot and he still wanted to take it.

"If you don't take it out, it will be steamed, so take it out quickly." Jia Zhipeng was anxious.

"Pig brain!" Lin Feng hit Jia Zhipeng's head with a spoon, "You won't put the whole thing on the table?"

"Oh!" Jia Zhipeng finally came to his senses, picked up the upper steamer, Lin Feng took a plate from the cupboard and put it on the table very cooperatively, Jia Zhipeng put the drawer on the plate, rubbed his hands happily and said: "I'm short of chopsticks."

"Okay." Lin Feng asked Jia Zhipeng to get the chopsticks. He only remembered that Jia Zhipeng said to order noodles before going to bed last night. He didn't know when this stuffing was made, so he asked, "When did you make it?"

"The noodles were reconciled last night. They were filled with leeks, eggs, and dried shrimps. The fillings were prepared this morning. This filling cannot be prepared in advance. If it is meat filling, I will make it the night before, so it will save a lot of trouble in the morning. The filling is freshly prepared. It’s freshly made, and it’s such a small bag, it’s ready in 7 minutes. You don’t know that leeks will turn black when they are steamed, and they don’t look good or taste good. I turn off the heat in 7 minutes. It just happens to be cooked, so it’s the best! It’s also just in time for you to get up and eat something hot and fresh..." Jia Zhipeng chattered about his gourmet experience, with a serious expression on his face.

Lin Feng's heart felt hot, but he couldn't say anything.Normally Lin Feng would roll his eyes at Jia Zhipeng when he heard Jia Zhipeng's gourmet classics, but now this foodie is going all out to make breakfast for himself, and he doesn't know what to say.

Lin Feng took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, saw the emerald green chives and tender yellow egg in the white skin, just wanted to praise this foodie with a heart, but his throat tightened, his heart felt sore, he didn't say anything.After two mouthfuls of a small bun, he took another sip of the porridge and said, "You really don't mind the trouble!"

"What's the trouble? Just say whether it's delicious or not!" Although porridge is a new idea, Baozi Jia Zhipeng is still very confident!As a responsible foodie, not only can't be sorry for the taste buds and appetite, but also can't be sorry for the ingredients!

"Yeah!" Lin Feng's heart was in a mess, and he nodded heavily. The porridge and the buns are very, very delicious to be honest!The chicken is freshly broken, but it is rare and tender, and the taste and texture are first-class.The skin of the buns is soft and the stuffing is fresh, and the color and fragrance are complete. Only this foodie is willing to ponder these things.

Lin Feng held the bowl, it was just a breakfast, a very simple breakfast, buns and porridge!I think of the sentence I wrote on Q: "It doesn't matter who cooks the meal, as long as two people eat together." I really don't expect anything extra. There is someone who is willing to wake up early for you every day and cook for you, although most of them The environment is very lazy, he doesn't clean up the house, he doesn't wash the clothes, but he puts a lot of effort into a bowl of porridge. This is the simplest warmth, and even the simplest happiness.Is it really simple?There is another thought that has been used up here.Lin Feng involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth, and a slight smile hung on his lips.

Lin Feng was drinking porridge warmly and happily, thinking of something, he asked: "Are you still going today? Is the handover over?" He stared at Jia Zhipeng with burning eyes, as if he wanted to burn a hole in someone.

It was only when Jia Zhipeng heard the question that he raised his head and looked at Lin Feng, "No! I was going to sign a signature yesterday afternoon, but I finished it. Didn't I fail? I have to go again today." With a blank look on his face, You are clearly saying that I came back shortly yesterday, are you pretending not to know?

Lin Feng's eyes darkened, he lowered his head and drank up a bowl of porridge, picked up a small bun, full of disappointment written on his face, "I didn't want to open a shop today, I wanted to go shopping with you. In that case, you Go, I'll wait for you at home." Reach out and hand the bowl to Jia Zhipeng.

Without even thinking about it, Jia Zhipeng picked up the bowl and went to the kitchen. He served Lin Feng porridge and said, "Go and open a shop, it's boring at home." I really listened to advice.

Jia Zhipeng ate a steamed stuffed bun before answering, "I'll go back to the store to find you."

"I still don't want to open a shop." Lin Feng shook his head, disappointment brought him a sense of powerlessness, a feeling of not being interested in anything.

"Well—then, shall I accompany you?" Jia Zhipeng looked at Lin Feng inquiringly.

"Go and do your work. I'll go downstairs with you later. What do you want to eat? I'll go buy some." Lin Feng's words for advice were full of disappointment.

"Okay, then I'll go early and come back early. Do whatever you want." Jia Zhipeng buried his face in the bowl as he said, not wanting to face Lin Feng's disappointment.

The two went downstairs together and walked to an intersection. Jia Zhipeng stopped a taxi, opened the door and said to Lin Feng, "That--I'll be back when I finish my work...you can do whatever you need to do!"

Lin Feng replied with a "hmm" but he didn't leave. He watched Jia Zhipeng get into the taxi and said, "Come back early, I'll wait for you."

Jia Zhipeng paused in his heart, something aroused his nerves... "I'll wait for you", he said: I'll wait for you...it hurts.