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When Zhang Yao's words fell to the ground, Shen Zhifei blinked and smiled almost bluntly, as if he was a fool who was hit by a 500 million lottery ticket.

Zhang Yao: "..."

It is necessary for her to consider the possibility that the genes of her future girlfriend will affect the next generation.

"Let's go!" Shen Zhifei quickly changed his shoes and opened the door, standing by the door and waiting for Zhang Yao to go out first.

Not far from this residential area is a not-so-small supermarket, and the nearby residents basically buy supplies from this supermarket.

Shen Zhifei pushed the shopping cart, and Zhang Yao followed her.

Shen Zhifei picked up the seasoning packet on the shelf and put it in the car, then turned around and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"I can do it." Zhang Yao said.

She doesn't have much talent for cooking. She usually brings it in the breakfast shop downstairs in the morning, eats lunch in a restaurant near the studio, and usually has dinner in the studio, and the people under her will bring her a meal. , so her cooking skills are still at the level of simply cooking a porridge and scrambling an egg until now.

Zhang Yao reached out and grabbed the armrest of the shopping cart, and said, "I'll push it, and you can choose the ingredients."

Shen Zhifei originally wanted to refuse, but she found that Zhang Yao would keep twiddling her fingers when she was walking aside, looking a little idle.

In order not to make her feel uncomfortable, Shen Zhifei nodded and gave the shopping cart to Zhang Yao, "Give it back to me when you are tired, we will push it in turn."

Zhang Yao nodded and pushed the cart forward.

Shen Zhifei picked up a bag of shrimp, "Do you like shrimp?"

"It's okay." Zhang Yao said.

"What about the taro?" Shen Zhifei asked.

Zhang Yao: "It's okay."

Shen Zhifei pinched a piece of ginger, "How about fried shredded ginger?"

Just as Zhang Yao was about to speak, Shen Zhifei rushed ahead of her and said, "It's okay, isn't it? You also eat this stuff?"

Zhang Yao pursed her lips and shook her head, "I haven't spoken yet, this won't work."

Shen Zhifei knew that Zhang Yao hated the smell of ginger, she didn't like it whether it was raw or cooked, and she could eat a little bit of it.

Shen Zhifei snorted twice, put Jiang back, turned his head and continued walking, Zhang Yao followed step by step, with a happy smile on his lips.

Shen Zhifei's little prank made Zhang Yao see a little different about her.

It's not the girl who was outstanding in high school, nor the girl who shrinks herself all the time now, but another, a little cute girl.

Zhang Yao blinked, and locked Shen Zhifei's back into view.

She felt that Shen Zhifei still had many sides, and what she saw in the past and now was just the tip of the iceberg.

Shen Zhifei walked in front, and the shadowy eyes behind her followed her all the time. She felt that Zhang Yao cared about her, and she felt like knocking over a sugar jar and blasting a few slices of lemons, sour and sweet.

She had imagined such a day when she was alone.Zhang Yao buys vegetables with her, and cooks together when they get home. After dinner, she leans on the sofa to read a book, and Zhang Yao lays a yoga mat on the floor to do exercises. They have to hug each other to sleep at night, and wake up together the next day Come, every day the first sentence of good morning and the last sentence of good night must be close to each other's ears.

Not only did I think about it in the past, but I still think about it now, very much.

The two picked and picked all the way, and when it was time to check out, Shen Zhifei was about to fill up the shopping cart, and even pressed down to put the last bag of green peppers in.

Zhang Yao's expression was a bit indescribable, "You are not afraid of breaking the bottom one."

Shen Zhifei raised his chin and said, "It's okay, I used it skillfully, it won't break."

The consequence of buying too many things is that the big bag used to hold all the things is so heavy that one person can't lift the weight at all. Shen Zhifei dragged the bag to the side with difficulty and moved it to the side for the people who paid the bill behind road.

Shen Zhifei's strength is really not small among ordinary girls. She was able to hug Zhang Yao who was 168 so hard that she couldn't get rid of her body before, which is enough to prove this point, but it is still difficult to pick up this bag.

Zhang Yao looked down for a while, weighed how much she could do, and finally stretched out her hand to grab a handle of the bag, "Let's carry it together, it will be easier."

Shen Zhifei picked up the other side and said with a smile, "I thought you would take on this job alone."

"I have a full and accurate understanding of my own strength." Zhang Yao glanced at her meaningfully, and walked out of the supermarket with her bag.

Before Shen Zhifei had time to think about the meaning of her words, he was forced to follow her out.

At home, Shen Zhifei first picked out the ingredients to be made tonight, and then carefully stacked the remaining ingredients in the refrigerator by category.

Zhang Yao originally wanted to help, but the kitchen area was too small, and the two of them could only walk sideways to wash vegetables and so on. Shen Zhifei finally drove Zhang Yao out.

Zhang Yao sat in the living room for a while, and saw a bedroom door open a gap, and a small head came out.

Shen Zhiming looked around and turned his eyes, and found that his sister was not in the living room, so he opened the bedroom door, walked lightly to sit next to Zhang Yao, and poured her a glass of water.

The movements were smooth and sneaky enough, so that Zhang Yao could see the illusion of an underground party joint, even if Shen Zhiming called her "Comrade Zhang Yao" in the next second, she would not feel surprised at all.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yao took the water glass, probably infected by his carefulness, and unconsciously lowered her voice to ask him.

Shen Zhiming approached mysteriously and asked Zhang Yao, "Her senior sister, do you know me well?"

Zhang Yao glanced at the kitchen door incomprehensibly, Shen Zhifei's busy figure could be seen by people outside through the frosted glass.

Zhang Yao said, "Why do you ask that?"

"It must be very familiar." Shen Zhiming rubbed his chin with a little soft stubble and said to himself, "My sister has never brought any former friends to the house, at most, it is Young Master Han."

"Then I should be considered familiar." Zhang Yao frowned slightly, and when she found Huadian, she repeated word by word: "Han, big, young, master?"

Shen Zhiming waved his hands disapprovingly, "Hey, he chased my sister at first, but after he was rejected, he became a close buddy, always coming uninvited, even my sister couldn't chase him away."

Zhang Yao took a sip of water, and her frown was slightly relaxed.

"Why did she refuse? Master Han is rich and handsome." Zhang Yao seemed to say casually.

Shen Zhiming wrinkled his nose, his somewhat similar features to Shen Zhifei made him look like a kitten.

"Who says no." Old God Shen Zhiming covered his mouth with his hands on the ground, as if there was no one else in the living room who could hear them, and said in a hoarse voice, "I suspect she has someone she likes, and she also It's been a long time."

Zhang Yao looked at Shen Zhiming calmly with the anticipation of "whether it's a surprise, a surprise, or a thrill" written all over her face. After a while, she let out a oh.

Shen Zhiming: "???" That's it?That's it?That's it? !

He didn't feel the thrill of sharing a secret at all!

Seeing his slightly frustrated appearance, Zhang Yao patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "I know a little bit earlier than you."

This is a little earlier, maybe it is so early.

The person Shen Zhifei likes is probably Zhang Yao herself.

It's nothing, boy, it's not easy for you to discover these things with your ability, you are really good.

Shen Zhiming didn't feel the joy that gossip brought to him at all, and was ready to continue to struggle, but after thinking about it, the person my sister talked about when she was drunk must be a very important person, and I can't easily make a joke of it, otherwise my sister will definitely get angry , So he forcibly swallowed the words that came to his mouth back the same way.

Ah, it's really aggrieved to have a shocking big melon but not be able to share it.

Just when Shen Zhiming was trying to quietly return to the bedroom, Shen Zhifei walked out with a plate of delicately arranged dishes.

Seeing Shen Zhiming who got up halfway beside Zhang Yao, Shen Zhifei glared at him, "Have you finished your homework?"

"That's necessary, don't worry, it's all done!" Shen Zhiming immediately smiled like a innocent and harmless little white flower, and quickly got into the kitchen to help serve the dishes.

Zhang Yao also stood up slowly, followed to the door of the kitchen, and waited for Shen Zhiming to come out before going in and serving the next dish.

When four dishes and one soup were placed on the table, Zhang Yao felt something was wrong, and the smile on her mouth became a little stiff for a moment.

Except for the sweet and sour short ribs, which she doesn't like, all the other dishes are her favorite flavors.

Zhang Yao shifted her eyes from the dishes to Shen Zhifei, who was obviously a little embarrassed by her uncertain eyes.

Shen Zhifei smiled, "Well, I don't know if your taste has changed, but I made it according to your previous preference."

While talking to Zhang Yao with a smile, she slapped Shen Zhiming on the back of Shen Zhiming's hand that was about to touch the shrimp, and said amiably, "Go and wash your hands."

Compared with Shen Zhifei's embarrassment, Zhang Yao seemed much calmer. She sat down with a polite smile, "It hasn't changed, don't worry about it."

What she said was the truth, she really felt that Shen Zhifei remembered her preferences so carefully, and learned the recipe of each dish seriously, I am afraid that except her mother, no one else could do this for her .

Shen Zhifei thought she was being polite, and sat down unhappy, "You're welcome."

When Shen Zhiming was rubbing his hands under the faucet, he belatedly found a small problem, so he looked back.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, when he saw it, he almost gave himself a few drops of a certain vision on the spot to brighten his eyes.

He suspected that he had read it wrong.

His sister, the one who seemed to be bohemian and loves freedom, who rejected various suitors for various reasons, is now, at this moment, looking at that cold beauty with a very explicit look.

But Leng Meiren looked at the dishes on the table.

Shen Zhiming turned around, bent over and poured cold water on himself to calm himself down, then the boy leaned on the sink to think about life.

He seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

That Yaoyao, maybe it's not this Yaoyao?

The author has something to say:

Brother: I have a bold idea

Sister: put away your bold ideas

Sister-in-law: Spread your thinking, don't suppress yourself

elder sister:? ?Is my cabinet door made of glass?