milk addicts

It was getting dark before they started eating dinner.

Ji Shen brought the fried filet to the table, plus a plate of chicken and vegetable salad, and opened the lid of the milk carton with his long fingers, and the milky white and smooth liquid poured into the glass square cup.

The fragrance of milk can heal Ji Shen the most, and all the fatigue of the day dissipated at this time. He picked up a few blueberry ice and threw it into the milky white milk. The ice cubes made a crisp sound when they hit the glass wall.

One big and one small stared at him, swallowed by the tempting aroma of fried steak.

Song Nai snapped Xiao Lele's head back, poked the carrot meatballs in the bowl, and urged softly, "Eat quickly."

Apart from asking him to do housework, Mr. Ji doesn't want him to touch anything else, as long as he is responsible for eating.

Song Nai learned from the housekeeping aunt that the nannies of rich families like Mr. Ji are never allowed to go to the owner's table. Generally, nannies are settled in the kitchen, sneaking around like mice.

But the handsome and kind-hearted Mr. Ji was not so harsh, he got a small folding table for them.

Song Nai sniffed the strong aroma of black pepper, and salivated wildly. The stir-fried vegetables in his mouth instantly became tasteless.

The eyes couldn't help looking over, and it was hard to leave.

The man looked extravagant and elegant when he was eating, holding a knife and fork in both his knuckles, his eyes focused and calm, as if he was undergoing a delicate operation.

The tip of the knife reflecting cold light cuts slowly along the thick muscle texture, and the bursting delicious gravy slowly flows into the snow-white dinner plate.

Song Nai swallowed the vegetables stuck in his throat with difficulty.

Let's stagger the meal time with Mr. Ji in the future...

After dinner, Xiao Lele lay down by the floor-to-ceiling window and doodled and drew with an empty notebook. The courtyard outside the window was lit with warm yellow floor lamps, dispelling the deep ink.

Song Nai is actually very afraid of the night.

No, it should be said that he was afraid of the dark.

The dark and narrow attic, the slap on the face, and the despair that could not be seen year after year, are like lingering scars branded in my heart.

But don't worry now, everything in the field of vision is bright.

Soft music was playing in the living room, and Song Nai was extremely relaxed, putting on gloves to wash the tableware.

In fact, there is a dishwasher in the kitchen, but Song Nai adhered to the outdated idea that washing by hand is cleaner than washing by machine, humming softly to wash and scrub, washed the dishes in his hand until they were clean and shiny, and lifted them up to look with satisfaction.

"Remember to sterilize in the cupboard."

In the past few days, the little nanny has gradually adapted to his master's disappearance. The sudden voice just made his heart tremble slightly, and then he turned around and said respectfully, "Okay, Mr. Ji."

The man changed his clothes. He wore a sleeveless gray hoodie, showing his two strong arms. He wore black sweatpants underneath. His hair was pressed into a peaked cap, and he looked extraordinarily youthful and handsome. He put on his earphones, Go outside.

Song Nai followed him to the door and watched him go away.

Over the past two weeks, Song Nai has gradually figured out some of the master's daily habits.

Every time Mr. Ji had dinner and took a short rest, he would go for a night run and return home about an hour and a half later. After arriving home, Mr. Ji took a shower and either read with his computer or a book.

The little nanny couldn't understand the colorful lines on the computer screen, nor could she understand the bible-like German fonts. She always tiptoedly served the master a glass of iced milk, and then quietly retreated.

At nine o'clock in the evening, it was time for Song Le to wash up. The child yawned from sleepiness, his eyelids drooped feebly, but from the beginning to the end, he held on to the messy painting book dearly.

Song Nai turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and the child climbed onto the bed on his short legs. His little body was sunk in the bed, he closed his eyes obediently, and fell asleep almost immediately.

Song Nai looked at it for a while, and instead of sleeping with Song Le as usual, he opened the closet and took out the set of clothes hidden at the bottom.