The day I married my boss

In the evening, neither of them wanted to eat takeaway anymore. Tao Yuan taught Song Feilan how to cook a pot of porridge, and bought two meat buns as dry food, which was regarded as a meal.

The next morning, the rainy early spring finally cleared up.Song Feilan lay on the bed with his arms pillowed on his head. While watching Tao Yuan put on clothes beside the bed, he said, "Be sure to eat breakfast before going to work. I'll call Secretary Zhang later and ask her to buy it for you and send it to the office."

Tao Yuan nodded, put on his tie and said, "Don't forget to eat yourself. There is a breakfast shop downstairs. If you don't want to go downstairs, there are sandwiches I made in the refrigerator. You can warm them up in the microwave. There is milk."

Song Feilan sat up from the bed with a smile, and waved at him with his bare upper body.Tao Yuan bent over and leaned over, Song Feilan pulled his tie, twitched his fingers to help him tie a beautiful Windsor knot, then pulled the knot just tied, and kissed Tao Yuan's cheek.Like an authentic married woman, I was told: "In a wheelchair, don't take it seriously."

"I know." Tao Yuan smiled and rubbed his head: "You sleep a little longer, call me if you need anything."

When Tao Yuan went out, Song Feilan also got up from the bed, ate a sandwich in the refrigerator for a few minutes, and, relying on the legendary message that 'the freshest vegetables are bought in the morning', wearing a bright red down jacket, got on the wrong bus , and walked back with his legs, killing all the way to the entrance of the supermarket.

Just looking at the shopping place he chose, you can tell that he is not a person who knows how to live. The real experts all go to the vegetable market. I have never seen a housewife who goes to the supermarket to buy vegetables early in the morning.And the supermarket didn't even open at [-] o'clock in the morning, so Song Feilan shivered and hopped into a nearby breakfast shop to take shelter from the wind, and ordered a bowl of hot soy milk with a sandwich that hadn't been digested more than half an hour ago. His troubled stomach.

He took the 'Newlywed Housewife's Specialty Dishes' that he checked online the night before, checked the list of dishes he wanted to buy again, and finally at [-]:[-], he rushed into the supermarket with confidence on his face.Those pampered hands that have never been touched by mundane affairs are tangledly pointing at the cabbage, Chinese cabbage, and small cabbage on the shelf, as if they are doing a question of raising the level that they have never seen before.He frowned and looked around, and harshly selected a cabbage that looked the most like the one on the menu among the group of brothers and sisters who looked like a mother but didn't look the same.The subsequent shopping journey repeated the above-mentioned procedures. Mr. Song stared at the vegetables on the shelves, his head was full of wool, and he couldn't remember which one was which.

When he walked out of the supermarket gate, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. Mr. Song's fear of driving broke out, and because he was born rich and honored with a golden spoon in his mouth, he knew nothing about the city's bus lines that he had lived in for more than 20 years. I couldn't make lunch for my dear husband in time, so I chose to hop home conservatively in the end.

The battle situation in the kitchen is far more anxious than when buying vegetables. Song Feilan, wearing an apron, poured a pot of cabbage cut into strange shapes and sizes into the smoking oil pan, and the original calm illusion was immediately broken. There was an earth-shattering sound of crackling on the stage, and Mr. Song jumped two meters away like a frightened cat with a shovel in one hand and a pot lid in the other. Fortunately, the kitchen is big enough, otherwise it would really not be able to accommodate him , This scene can be seamlessly connected into a disaster movie by changing the scene.When the lively oily ideas calmed down, he mustered up the courage to tentatively stretch his head in front of the pot. Half of the cabbage was dumped on the stove by the irresponsible chef in a panic, and the remaining half was not stir-fried in time. The oil temperature was too high, and it was already exuding a burnt aroma, quietly resting in the frying pan.

However, the loving President Song did not give up. Fortunately, as an intellectual who had studied at the Pheasant University, his time planning ability was still passable, so he immediately decided to stew the ribs in the pot first.Although the process was still in a hurry, and even burned his slender knuckles in the process of blanching the ribs, the final result was stewed into the pot without any risk.Since soy sauce, Chinese pepper, star anise and other seasonings are weighed in grams strictly according to the recipe, the taste wafting out of the stew is not bad.Song Feilan licked his little finger, which had been scalded, and showed a satisfied smile.

The original plan of three dishes and one soup was reduced to one dish without soup, and the witty Mr. Song immediately called two takeaways to make up for it.

The dishes on the table were clearly arranged with care, and Song Feilan even took a photo with the ribs he made like the people he hated most before taking pictures before meals.

At [-]:[-], Tao Yuan, who had promised to go home after discussing matters, disappeared.At [-]:[-], Song Feilan received a call from him: "I want to have a meal with the director of the TV station, can you order a takeaway?"

It would be a lie to say that you are not disappointed. There is nothing more frustrating than spending a whole morning cooking up a dish for one person, but in the end the other person has no chance to taste it.Song Feilan was so sad that he was dying, but he didn't even mention it when he opened his mouth. He just said: "Okay, then you should eat more at noon, and pay attention to your leg injury. Don't drink alcohol, don't eat mutton, peppers, etc."

Tao Yuan naturally agreed and told him to eat carefully.

After hanging up the phone, Song Feilan's originally cheerful face immediately collapsed, facing the food on the table alone, with a kind of desolation that reappeared yesterday.He sighed, picked up a piece of ribs and tasted it, the seasoning was tasteless, there was a fishy smell inside, the meat was rough, and the fiber was hard and hard to chew.Song Feilan licked his mouth, threw the pot of vegetables aside, and thought: Fortunately, Tao Yuan didn't come back for dinner.

He scrambled to fill his stomach, and started to clean up the mess in the kitchen. The ribs were dumped, all the vegetables he bought in the morning were thrown away, the stove was wiped clean, and the floor was mopped twice. Everything returned to its original place, and no one knew about him. There was a farce at home this morning.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when Tao Yuan returned home from work, and he obviously smelled of alcohol.Song Feilan helped him to the bed, sighed, and like all partners who had to wait for their drunken husband to come home, they help him sober up helplessly and tirelessly.However, when this realization appeared in Song Feilan's mind, his first reaction was joy. They are a reasonable and legal marriage. He is the only person in this world who can wait for Tao Yuan to come home drunk like this.

Tao Yuan was just drunk, lying on the bed too lazy to move, Song Feilan helped him take off his trousers, checked the wound on his leg, and found that there was no tear, so he was relieved and helped him cover the quilt.He made another glass of honey water for him to drink, and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Tao Yuan shook his head, his face was red, he shook his hand and said, "I'll sleep for a while."

Song Feilan nodded, stretched out his hand to touch the center of his brow, and gently rubbed away the wrinkled Sichuan characters.

This afternoon Tao Yuan slept for a long time, Song Feilan thought he would sleep until the next morning.He didn't wake up until dinner time, and walked out of the bedroom with his slippers on. Song Feilan had just bought dinner, and his body was still wrapped in the cold outside. He had just taken off his coat and saw him coming out, and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Tao Yuan shook his head, probably a little dizzy after sleeping for a long time, but he still remembered to ask him: "What did you have for lunch?"

He took out the dishes, arranged the food, and said casually: "Vinegared cabbage, braised pork ribs, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

"That's good." Tao Yuan dragged himself to the bathroom to wash his face, and came out to sit at the dining table, not as strong and tough as he appeared to the outside world, a little cute and confused just after waking up.

Song Feilan couldn't help but stepped forward to kiss him, Tao Yuan smiled slightly, and patted his waist lightly.

Eating alone is just to fill the stomach, but eating for two is to live.Song Feilan obviously has more appetite than at noon. During the time of marriage, he has gained at least three catties.Because Tao Yuan was drunk at noon, he didn't have much appetite, so he just drank a bowl of porridge with him, and it was over.

Song Feilan cleaned up the dishes, and the two sat in the living room watching TV as usual. Tao Yuan said, "The TV series has been sold, and we signed a contract at noon today."

"Really?" Song Feilan was a little surprised and looked back at him.Tao Yuan put a lot of effort into this drama, aiming to catch up with "The Legend of Zhen Huan". Although the audience's taste is unpredictable and the result is hard to say, but in today's Kahan and Tang dramas that are stuck vomiting blood, it is already sold. Very good. "Going to the stars?" He subconsciously asked.

When Song Feilan was 17 years old, he didn't understand whether he was a star in a TV series or not.

Tao Yuan didn't seem to notice it, so he answered naturally: "No, it will be broadcast on local stations first, then check the ratings, increase publicity and strive for stars."

After Song Feilan asked, he realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, but seeing Tao Yuan's expression didn't seem to notice anything, he was a little relieved.

The two of them watched the TV series for a while, Song Feilan took care of Tao Yuan to take a bath, he injured his leg, so he had to take a bath with his injured leg out of the bathtub.Mr. Song had never served anyone since he was a child, so he was somewhat flustered, carefully wrapped the injured leg with plastic wrap, and then began to scrub his body.

Tao Yuan said, "I'll do it myself."

Song Feilan's action of taking a bath seemed to shed the hair of a pig. Tao Yuan endured it for a while, but it really hurt a little, and said, "...be gentle."

"Your tone just now seemed to be a ravaged little shou." Song Feilan joked with him with a smile.

Tao Yuan reached out and pinched his chin, warning him not to try to plot against him.

After bathing Tao Yuan, Song Feilan rinsed it himself, from the inside to the outside, it took a lot of effort.When he touched the bed, Tao Yuan had already closed his eyes, and only one dim light was turned on in the bedroom.He asked in a low voice, "Are you asleep?"

Tao Yuan answered vaguely: "No."

Song Feilan grinned lewdly, touched his chest with one hand and pinched it, then slid down.Tao Yuan grabbed his hand: "I still have injuries on my legs."

"It's okay, I'll do it myself." Song Feilan said boldly.

"..." Tao Yuan had no choice but to let go, and cooperated with him to caress each other for a while.

Song Feilan saw that Tao Yuan didn't seem to be in high spirits today, after thinking about it, he got under the quilt, Tao Yuan realized what he was going to do, and quickly stopped him: "Don't!"

Song Feilan just thought he was shy, and took off his underwear to do it, but Tao Yuan was really angry and sat up.Song Feilan didn't know why, so he crawled out of the quilt using his hands and feet, his face was flushed from staying in it for too long, and he said with a slight smile, "Are you shy?"

Tao Yuan's face was a little cold, and he said, "Don't do that."

Song Feilan saw him so angry for the first time since he got married. He panicked. After a while, he suddenly realized something. This matter...except for you, I have never been the next one." After speaking, he jumped out of bed with a pillow in his arms and went to the guest room.