The setting is pure love in Jilao

Song Ruyu originally wanted to appease Zhizhi before going to school, but it was too late to wait for Zhizhi to settle down, so she had to break the pot and take Zhizhi home.

"Sister Ruru, I'm hungry." Zhizhi pulled Song Ruyu's hand and rubbed his stomach aggrievedly.After all, from morning to now, I only ate a piece of bread, so I must be hungry.

Song Ruyu scratched her head: "Then what do you want to eat?"

Zhizhi scratched his head, and just about to speak, Song Ruyu suddenly remembered the takeaway meal worth more than 2000 yuan last night. He shook in fright, and immediately interrupted Zhizhi's words: "Otherwise, let's go buy some food, and I'll cook it I'll eat it for you."

Zhizhi looked at Song Ruyu suspiciously: "Burn it yourself?"

"Yes...yeah." Song Ruyu was a little guilty, she seemed to know nothing but cooking instant noodles, but it shouldn't be difficult, there are tutorials on the Internet, so why not be afraid!

Zhizhi sighed: "Okay then, let's go to the vegetable market?"

"Okay." Song Ruyu chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief, happy that she had saved 2000 yuan.

The two went to the vegetable market together and bought some vegetables and mutton. After all, they were very sensible and helped Song Ruyu carry the vegetables all the way. It was the child who Ruyu couldn't bear to look at, so sensible, but now he has no relatives. It's a bit pathetic.

"Zhizhi, let me do it." Song Ruyu couldn't bear it, and reached out to help Zhizhi take the food in his hand.

"No need, I can do it." Zhizhi turned around, quickened his pace and ran to the front of Song Ruyu, and the two arrived at home, Zhizhi put the things in the kitchen, Song Ruyu followed, and started washing vegetables .

"Let me come, you go and have a rest." Song Ruyu pushed him to the living room, and he was still a little worried: "Sister Ruru, you didn't know how to cook before, are you sure you can?"

"Of course!" Song Ruyu puffed up her chest: "Isn't it just cooking! It's very simple, trust me! You watch TV first."

Helpless: "Okay then."

Song Ruyu rolled up her sleeves, first washed the vegetables, looked at the mutton in front of her, didn't know what to do with it, then looked at her appearance, and ran over from the living room: "Sister Ruru, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Song Ruyu couldn't say that she stood here in a daze because she couldn't do it.

"Sister Ruru, don't you know how to cook?" Zhi Zhi looked at the mutton on the table, then raised his eyebrows at Song Ruyu.

"Who said that!" Song Ruyu pushed her out: "Who said I can't do it."

"Then hurry up, I'm hungry."

"Okay, got it." Song Ruyu wrinkled her nose, closed the kitchen door, and began to fight with the mutton.

Zhizhi hugged his shoulders and looked at her with some amusement outside the door. Song Ruyu was terrified by her look, raised the knife in his hand, and began to cut the mutton.

While cutting and looking outside from time to time, Zhizhi was still standing there, Song Ruyu tried to murmur, why not just cook a meal, what's so interesting.

Song Ruyu was thinking like this, but she didn't notice the movement of her hand. With the sound of ah, the knife cut her finger accurately. She threw the knife away in pain, and the knife fell to the ground with a bang.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Zhizhi rushed in from the outside, and immediately saw Song Ruyu pinching his fingers.

"Sister Ruru, you got it!" Zhizhi was terrified, and grabbed Song Ruyu's hand, even more anxious than Song Ruyu.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Song Ruyu wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that his strength suddenly became very strong.He firmly held his hands.

"It's all bleeding and it doesn't hurt!" Zhizhi's tone was a little excited, and he was about to cry. It seemed that he was terrified, after all, he was a child.

"It's really fine, it doesn't hurt at all." Song Ruyu pretended to be indifferent, and then wiped away tears: "I'll get you a band-aid." After she finished speaking, she dragged Song Ruyu to sit on the sofa outside , I took out a band-aid from my schoolbag and helped Song Ruyu put it on.

"Does it still hurt?" Zhizhi leaned over and pulled Song Ruyu not to let go.

"It doesn't hurt at all." Song Ruyu pretended to be relaxed.

"Blame me."

"How can I blame you." Song Ruyu didn't understand.

"If I don't make trouble, sister Ruru won't get cut."

Even if you still have self-knowledge, Song Ruyu nodded with satisfaction in her heart, her knife was not in vain.

"Okay, I'm fine." Song Ruyu stretched her fingers, got up and went to the kitchen.

"Sister Ruru, don't go." Zhizhi stopped her, "I'll come."

"You come? Why are you here?" Song Ruyu snorted, "You can cut it if you don't want it."

"I won't." Zhizhi snorted, and strode towards the kitchen. Under Song Ruyu's surprised gaze, he quickly and nimbly fried two dishes. After a short time, the smell of rice wafted from the kitchen. .

Song Ruyu looked at the person standing in the kitchen

"Wow, I didn't expect you to be able to cook, really amazing!" Song Ruyu looked at the two plates of stir-fried vegetables, and instantly had a crush on the girl who used to be the little princess of the rich family.

Zhizhi scratched his head in embarrassment: "I learned it from my mother before."

Song Ruyu put a piece of onion into his mouth, then gave a thumbs up: "It's ok, it's very powerful."

Zhizhi tilted his head to look at her, and asked cautiously, "Sister Ruru, how does it taste?"

Song Ruyu raised her arm: "It's delicious!"

Zhizhi's eyes lit up immediately: "Really? It's delicious, I'll make it for you every day!"

Song Ruyu paused for a moment with her chopsticks. Why does this sound so awkward? It is really embarrassing to let a child take care of herself all day long. Besides, the most important point is that my task is to take care of her. How can I change now? Be taken care of.

"That, the one..." Song Ruyu wiped her mouth: "I'm really sorry, I should have taken care of you."

"It's okay!" Zhizhi smiled happily: "Since I can cook, I'll take care of you."

"But, you are still a child and you still have to go to school! I should take care of you." Song Ruyu wrung her fingers to trace the relationship with him, and she smacked her lips, oh.

"Then how do you take care of me?" This sentence can be called a death problem, yes, how can you take care of others if you are so poor at taking care of yourself?

"Well... I'll help you with the laundry and cooking... forget it." Song Ruyu's original confidence was completely wiped out by that disdainful look in her eyes. She was discouraged and stopped talking.

Zhizhi smiled: "Sister Ruru, it's fine if I can live with you. I don't need others to take care of me. I can take care of myself very well." Zhizhi pointed to the food on the table, as if telling Song Ruyu that at least I can also cook.

Well, this is too embarrassing.

The two had dinner, and Song Ruyu accompanied him to finish his homework before they went to bed.

Although Zhizhi is very capable of self-care, Song Ruyu doesn't know why, when it comes to sleeping, Zhizhi seems to be very unreasonable. He insists on sharing a room with himself, and sleeps in the same bed with himself, and insists on cuddling look at yourself.

"I can't sleep without hugging me!" Zhi Zhi sat on the bed, as if he had been wronged, with tears in his eyes, he firmly grasped the corner of the quilt.

"But it's very hot." Song Ruyu was embarrassed to say that she was not used to being hugged by others, so she could only reluctantly use this kind of excuse to prevaricate.

"Will it?" Zhizhi lowered her eyes, still pulling the corner of the quilt: "I'm afraid..." She muttered softly.

"But we all sleep in the same bed." Song Ruyu tried to grab some quilts from Zhizhi, but ended in failure.

"I used to sleep with my mother in my arms." Zhizhi looked at Song Ruyu tearfully: "Sister Ruru..."

Song Ruyu was terrified by her look: "Okay, just for this one night, tomorrow you can sleep in another room."

Zhizhi stopped crying immediately, and immediately changed into a smiling face, pulled the quilt and fell on the pillow: "No problem, sister Ruru, go to sleep!"

Song Ruyu coughed a few times, and lay down awkwardly, with his back to him, and after a while, a pair of immature white hands wrapped around her neck, and Zhizhi's head rested on her back, and he didn't relax for a while. , for fear that Song Ruyu would run away.

It was inconvenient for Song Ruyu to turn over, so she had to sleep in this position for one night, and when she woke up the next day, her back was sore and her back was sore. Sleeping was more tired than not sleeping, but it was different after that. She slept very sweetly, but this time But his hands didn't loosen at all, he still hugged Song Ruyu.

Song Ruyu had no choice but to get out of bed lightly, and the one over there woke up, and the first thing he said after rubbing his eyes was: "Sister Ruru, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the toilet." Song Ruyu sighed, now she realized the inconvenience of having a child, it was a burden, and her burden was more annoying than others.

"Okay then." Zhizhi sent her away: "I'll wait for you." She didn't close her eyes, but just stared at Song Ruyu, Song Ruyu felt a chill running up her back, wondering what was going on with this child, It depends heavily on the parents.

"What are you waiting for me? I have to go out to buy breakfast later, you go to sleep." Song Ruyu started to put on her coat, and watched her put it on one by one in a daze, and pointed to the wall. Zhong: "But it's only five o'clock."

"I know." Song Ruyu patted her chest: "But I want to get up and tidy up the house."

"Clean up?" Zhi Zhi didn't understand: "Why do you want to do it? I hired a part-time worker."

What?Song Ruyu pulled her trousers and paused: "What do you mean hiring a part-time worker?"

Zhizhi bowed his head and laughed: "Didn't I see that you are busy, sister Ruru, and you don't have time to clean it. I just have some money, so I..."

Sure enough, that's what rich people do, and the corner of her mouth twitched: "In other words, do you have a lot of money?"

Zhizhi shook his head: "It's all saved from my private money."

"Private money? How much is it, and you still hire hourly workers."

"Not much," Zhizhi pursed his lips, "20."