Wake up, your vest is off [Live]

"It's 21:[-] in the evening." The boy in the video focused on the time on his phone, yawned and said, "Today I'm going to make a very nice-colored jam for my master's wall."

On the cooking table, a large transparent glass bowl is filled with fresh black cherries and mulberries, next to it is a bag of soft sugar and a lemon.

The boy reached out to pick up a cherry and tasted it: "Well, it's quite sweet."

He started to pit the cherries. During this period, the number of cherries in the bowl gradually decreased, and there were so many mulberries that the remaining cherries were almost buried.

"I still need to add a little sugar, and the jam is still sweet and delicious." The boy took the soft white sugar and poured it on the chopped cherries and mulberries.

A lethal amount of soft white sugar falls into the bowl, stir well and wait for marinating.

During the period, the boy left and came back several times, sometimes poking with chopsticks, sometimes shaking the big bowl with both hands, obviously very impatient.

"Half an hour has finally passed." The boy showed the time to the camera again, "It's time to cook."

All the chopped fruit pulp in the bowl was poured into a non-stick pan, turned on medium heat, and the boy stirred with a large spoon.

Black cherries and mulberries are mixed together, exuding purple juice, which gradually becomes as deep black as the pot after being viscous.

This action must be maintained for nearly an hour. The boy yawned while stirring, and changed hands several times.

"I'm getting older." The boy sighed. "Doing this is physical work. It is recommended to do it when there are two people in the family. You can change the person."

The boy probably felt sleepy, and his articulation became a bit vague, showing a milky look.

The fire was turned down, and the boy squeezed lemon juice into the black lump, waited for the juice to be sucked dry, and made the final stirring.

"It should be...almost." The boy turned off the fire with one hand, touched the prepared glass jar, and carefully filled the viscous jam into the jar.

Only half of the jar was filled, and the steaming hot jam steamed a layer of mist on the glass jar wall. Although the color was very black, it looked crystal clear when it was focused.

"I don't think it looks good enough." The boy shook the jar in front of the camera, lost in thought, and then said, "I decided to add something."

The camera switched naturally, and the text read "Several hours later", the boy yawned and stretched out his hand to open the refrigerator door, and took out two cans of refrigerated jam from inside.

The finished jam was mosaiced, put into a gift box without the viewer seeing the contents, and packed carefully.

"It's done." The boy's voice sounded very happy, and said, "I hope brother...Master likes it."

He Yuan paused the video, his mind was full of the pot of jam that was as black as olives.

The jam was delivered by He Xin by car at noon, with a smile on his face when it was delivered.

Asking her what's the matter without saying anything, Guang waved to He Yuan, and when He Yuan bent down with a puzzled expression, He Xin grabbed his head and rubbed it hard, then walked away laughing wildly.

He Yuan didn't suspect that He Xin was just as crazy as their father, and it was all because she made a lot of money from business negotiations.

He turned on the recording camera, found a utility knife from the desk, and cut the seal of the express box little by little under the camera.

The gift box was the same as the box containing the biscuits last time, and He Yuan felt that he was mentally prepared, and lifted the lid of the box in one breath——

Two jars of jam lay side by side inside the box, held in place by a plastic stand.

He Yuan was stunned, and didn't even recognize that it was jam.

The part as black as charcoal is at the bottom, accounting for only one-third of the can body, and it transitions upwards to purple, and then blue. It can be seen that it is the effect of proper shaking after layering the can.

There are also some shiny golden fragments in between, and Kagaki feels like eating gold leaf or something.

It's pretty, it makes the whole can look like a work of art, but I'm not sure if it's edible...

Kagaki carefully held the jam jar and unscrewed the lid.

A rush of sweetness overflowed.

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Xiao An found a shady place to catch up on sleep in physical education class, and the teacher next to him led a group of people to jump the big rope.

Their school physical education class allows students to choose their own events. He signed up too many tennis players, so he was screened into "Happy Sports".

"Happy Sports" is really happy. Every day, I jump the big rope, turn the hula hoop, play Tai Chi and kick the shuttlecock, and there are all kinds of sports.

Xiao An had just squinted on his lap for half a minute when his family called to urge him to go home.

"No, I'm busy." Xiao An said displeased.

"What do you have to do? Isn't it just to play." Xiao Ma said, "Your brother has already arrived home, won't you come back for a meal?"

Xiao An almost forgot that his brother, who was studying abroad for graduate school, was on Christmas vacation.

"Brothers are like siblings. Those friends you have outside are fake." Seeing that he didn't speak, Xiao's mother continued: "If you have difficulties in the future, you still have to rely on your brother. Don't be too indifferent."

"I don't need to rely on him." Xiao An didn't like what she said, but he didn't want to argue about it, so he agreed: "I'll come back after class."

The school is quite a distance from the new home, and it was dark when Xiao An drove back.

The room was brightly lit, all the lights were on, Xiao An rang the doorbell, and it was his brother Xiao Cheng who opened the door.

"Are you back?" Xiao An asked proactively.

"Well, I'll wait for you to eat." Xiao Cheng looked a lot fatter, wearing a casual suit that looked like an academic elite.

Xiao An stepped into the house, and the smell of home-cooked food wafted in the room. The two couples even cooked for themselves in order to take the eldest son home.

"Why is it so late?" Dad Xiao sat at the table with a cold face as usual.

"There's a traffic jam." Xiao An suddenly felt guilty, avoiding his sight and went to wash his hands.

"Why do you still have your ears pierced?" Dad Xiao still saw it at a glance.

Xiao An touched it, his earlobe was still red, swollen and painful, the hole was drilled at the wrong time.

"He's an adult, so why bother with so many things?" Xiao Cheng helped to speak.

Xiao An came back and sat down, but he didn't defend himself, he was almost dazzled by the dishes on this table.

"You don't know that he specializes in fancy things now." Xiao's father is obviously still angry, "Dye your hair like this, hang out with a group of idle boys and brothers, and fall asleep after class."

Xiao Cheng glanced at him, and Xiao An started to eat as if nothing had happened.

"Okay, let's talk after dinner." Xiao Ma arranged all the dishes and sat next to Xiao Cheng.

"I don't know what you're thinking all day long." Father Xiao refused to move his chopsticks for a long time, and looked at him across the long table: "I don't want to study medicine anymore, and now I want to use a passive way to fight against me?"

Xiao An put down his chopsticks and looked at his father.

"I didn't fight with you, I lived my own life, you give me some freedom." Xiao An said with a frown.

"Live your own life? Can you plan your own life?" Dad Xiao thought it was quite funny, "If you can be like the neighbor's son, I will give you freedom without spending a penny from the family."

"Okay, okay, why are you so angry today." Xiao's mother stuffed a meat bun into Xiao's father's mouth, and gave Xiao An a warning look: "Don't make me run away from home, it's too childish. "

Xiao An didn't speak any more, and quietly lowered his head to pick up the rice.

The meal was not a quiet one. During the meal, Xiao's parents and Xiao's mother were all asking about Xiao Cheng's studies and life, and the three of them finally discussed the latest medical achievements.

It was particularly harmonious, as if the lecture before the meal didn't exist at all.

Xiao An didn't understand the topic they were talking about. After dinner, he sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while, saying that he had morning class tomorrow and was afraid that he would miss it, so he wanted to go back to the rented one-person apartment to sleep.

"You'd better get up early and go to class." Dad Xiao chased to the door and said.

Xiao An didn't refute, and just drove away.Along the way, I was not very happy, and I didn't dare to drive fast on the urban road like last time.

After going around for a few laps and not knowing where to go, he had no choice but to go back to the rental house unhappily.

It was quite annoying, and it was even more annoying when I thought that I was really incompetent.

When he was bored and couldn't find anything to do, he just wanted to wash and sleep, and he filled the bathtub with water as soon as he arrived in the one-person apartment.

He stepped in sullenly, and then rushed out suddenly after being burned, his whole body was so angry that his buttocks were red.

Xiao An stood by the bathtub, and forcefully poked the data cable into the charging port of the mobile phone, waiting for the screen to light up.

His phone ran out of battery while eating, and now all kinds of information are popping up in his head.

WeChat is full of friends who invited him to play and called him to play basketball. Xiao Yu cut to QQ and saw the wall and sent him a message.

Wall: Jam received.

Xiao An frowned, he asked the courier to order the delivery in the evening, and the other party received it so quickly.

Is the wall now... at his friend's house again?

An An: Just receive it [Little Yellow Bird Flapping Wings.jpg]

An An: Brother, are you at your friend's house now?

The other party happened to be looking at the phone, and immediately replied: No.

Xiao An found that although the messages on the wall are always very brief, they will always reply as soon as they see the messages.

That's polite and respectful.

Xiao An raised his foot to test the temperature of the water, and when he felt that it was okay, he carefully slipped in.

An An: Is that at work? [Little Yellow Bird secretly observing.jpg]

Wall: No.

Wall: What?

Xiao An thought for a while and typed: Can I make a voice call with you?

"Later, wait for me to take a shower in 10 minutes." These words were still in the input box, and I didn't have time to send them out.

The other party's voice call came directly.

The author has something to say: continue tomorrow.

The handsome little yellow bird chats online.

Eucalyptus: Why is he suddenly so enthusiastic, should I answer QAQ or not?

-感谢在2020-08-1023:52:03~2020-08-1123:55:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 15 bottles of Gufan Yunwaishu; 12 bottles of green grass on the stream; 5 bottles of 1,?. [-] bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!