unspeakable desire

Song Xiaobei kneaded the dough, put it aside, waited for a while, turned around and opened the refrigerator, took out the bean paste powder he made a few days ago, closed the refrigerator, put the bean powder on the table, opened the lid, took a spoon and put the bean paste powder on the table. In the last bag, take an iron steamer, take out a new gauze by the cupboard in the kitchen, wet some water, put it on the plate, take some oil in the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar next to the frying pan, and use a small spoon to scoop it up. Spoon, pour it on the gauze surface, and then use the bottom of the spoon to touch the even accumulation of oil on the gauze.

After getting these steamers ready, Song Xiaobei began to make buns.Stretch out your hand and pinch a small piece of dough out of the dough, pinch the small dough in your hand, scoop up a small spoonful of bean powder in the middle of the dough you pinched, put the spoon back into the bag, pinch the edge of the dough with your fingers, and keep Kneading in the shape of a garden, the basic shape of the steamed stuffed bun gradually stands up. When the top is capped, it is carefully retracted, and a lovely swirl is twisted. Press one down to shape it, and take the steamer close. Song Xiaobei stretches the hand of the steamed stuffed bun into the steamer , Carefully let go, the bun left Song Xiaobei's hands, and obediently stayed in the steamer Song Xiaobei had prepared before.

According to this speed, Song Xiaobei made a few wraps, and then made Hanamaki, steamed buns, and everything else. In this way, Ge Jundong who came back could choose more from the pasta that Song Xiaobei had prepared.

What a patient Song Xiaobei, after making the dough he made, Song Xiaobei waited in the steamer until 12 o'clock in the evening, when the buns, flower rolls, and steamed buns came out of the pot, Song Xiaobei yawned, tidy up and leave Go to the kitchen door, turn off the lights in the kitchen, then turn on the lights in the aisle, take a look at the empty living room, imagine what Ge Jundong would look like when he was there, Song Xiaobei smiled, assuming that if they were a couple, what would they be like? What kind of picture is it?Hehe... Song Xiaobei, who is too traditional, would feel embarrassed when he thought about it, blushing, scratching his head, "What am I thinking?" Turn off the light in the living room, turn around and go up the stairs, return to his room, turn off the The lights in the aisle...

Compared to Song Xiaobei, Ge Jundong was miserable. He was busy with the cleaning company and maids who arrived at 10 o'clock until 3 o'clock in the morning, so tired that he fell asleep regardless of whether the bed beside him fell down.

the next morning--

Ge Jundong, who was tired all night, was woken up by his boss's phone call before he got enough sleep. Ge Jundong opened his eyes wide in horror. After answering Luo's call, Ge Jundong went to the bathroom before he had time to take care of himself. , Turn on the faucet, simply wash your face with water, wave your mouth, scratch your hair, shout in the hall, "Maids, wake up," clap your hands together a few times, snap!Snapped!Snapped! "Woke up……"

After a while, a beautiful lady in maid clothes came out from different rooms, and they walked slowly to Ge Jundong, rubbing their eyes lazily.

"Okay, my boss will be here in a while, please give me some energy, put on some lipstick, food, flowers, those who wear makeup, put on makeup, and those who don't wear makeup, all these must be in the house before I come back."

"Okay." All the women returned to Ge Jundong in a daze.

Their voices seemed extremely lazy, but Ge Jundong would not be angry, because everyone worked together until 3 o'clock in the morning, "I know everyone has worked hard. After this work is over, I will ask everyone to eat and stay here Play all day, plus double wages per day."

The maids were overwhelmed when they heard what he said, but their bodies were too tired to jump up, so they could only bend over to Ge Jundong, "Thank you boss."

Ge Jundong smiled, "What lovely children." Walking out of the villa, he took out the key, pointed the front of the key to the car, pressed the unlock button, approached the car, opened the door, got in the car, and hurriedly drove to the police station... …

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Ge Jun's owner——

Song Xiaobei also goes to bed very late, but Song Xiaobei can still wake up early in the morning. This is not a sign of lack of sleep, but a habit, a good habit of Song Xiaobei.

After a simple breakfast, Song Xiaobei was busy in the noodle shop where he worked.

The noodle shop Song Xiaobei is busy with is not very famous, but the noodle chef who makes the noodles is a world-renowned pastry master. He won many awards in his early years, but he suddenly gave up the luxurious international Worked in a restaurant, came to this underdeveloped city, opened a small shop, and became an ordinary pastry chef. Of course, no matter how ordinary he is, his craftsmanship is still top-notch. , People who come here to eat noodles, from the opening of the store to the closing of the store, there is an endless stream of customers.Song Xiaobei, who works here, admires this master very much, because in addition to his good craftsmanship, he also has a good temper.

"Ah... so tired." Song Xiaobei came to the kitchen with a tray, put the tray aside, and watched the noodle shop owner pick up freshly cooked noodles with a bowl and chopsticks. "You're really fast, boss."

"What? Didn't he satisfy you at night? It's so... the noise keeps going." The owner of the noodle shop smiled wickedly, knowing something about Song Xiaobei and the person he likes.

"Boss, don't laugh at me." Song Xiaobei lamented, "I don't have that kind of blessing."