[Zhang Yunlei] The disciple is here

Yang Xiaoyu felt that Zhang Yunlei was actually a pretty good person, although sometimes he was self-willed and teased him, but in the final analysis, he still knew how to measure, and was even very considerate.

The care in the cemetery and the company at this moment are all from his heart, whether as an elder on the road of learning art, or together

As far as the peers who play games are concerned, Zhang Yunlei is a competent companion, and he can't fault it.

In addition to being narrow-minded, and the aesthetics of hairstyles that people can't agree with.

While unable to resist complaining, Yang Xiaoyu turned on the computer to log in to the game, and not long after he heard him enter the room with a laptop, sat on the bed, and couldn't help but turn around and said, "Uncle, don't you come and sit, can you be comfortable? "

"Don't worry about me, just don't hold me back," Zhang Yunlei rarely didn't practice kungfu today because of special circumstances, and he was ordered to play with him. Naturally, he can play all night with his energy, "Hurry up , form a team."

He was so interested, Yang Xiaoyu didn't hesitate, and immediately formed a team with him to play. The two played together. After playing for a while, Zhang Yunlei felt that it was boring to form a team with strangers, so Zhang Luo called the idle brothers in the club. After finishing the line, he fought with the mic, and the fight was hearty and hearty, which was extremely enjoyable.

The biggest advantage of playing games with acquaintances is that you won't be scolded for the food you play. Besides, I am a senior in the club, and no one dares to say no matter how badly he plays. As for Yang Xiaoyu, a child, give me He dared not disrespect himself even if he had ten guts, he was simply at the pinnacle of his life.

The two of them had a great time, regardless of time, the soundproofing of the villa was good, and it was on the third floor. Guo Qilin and Wang Jiulong downstairs went to perform in other places today, and no one would notice that they were dancing in the house, and they were even more unscrupulous.

After playing for an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yunlei's eyes became sour after playing, and he touched his belly, feeling a little hungry. He reached for the fruit, but found an empty plate, only to realize that the plate of fruit had been completely eaten by him, Yang Xiaoyu nodded. After one more taste, it was gone, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, "Hey, are you hungry?"

This night's game was too involved, and Yang Xiaoyu didn't pay attention to the time at all. Hearing what he said, he realized that it was already midnight, and he felt a little hungry immediately. He took off his earphones and said, "It's a little bit, why don't you stop playing, let's eat Get something to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow afternoon, right?"

"Success," Zhang Yunlei had this in mind. Although today is to accompany him, it's not good to go too far, so he took off the earphones, informed his brothers, and logged off, "What do you want to eat? Would you like instant noodles next?"

Yang Xiaoyu turned off the computer, and hearing what he said, she couldn't help frowning, a little disapproving, "You don't get tired of eating instant noodles every day, and it's not good to eat it all the time, let's go down and have a look first."

Zhang Yunlei scratched his head, even if he agreed with his statement, there was nothing he could do, so he couldn't help reminding, "I know how to order instant noodles, and now I can't order takeaway. You can't ask my sister to cook, right?"

He is a person who does not touch Yang Chunshui with his ten fingers, and does not know how to cook other than instant noodles. Yang Xiaoyu has long known that he is a culinary rookie, so he does not count on him at all, "I can cook, don't you have leftover rice at night? How about I Let’s fry rice, it’s simple and fast, and make some soup, it’s enough to eat.”

"You? Are you okay?" Zhang Yunlei got up and followed him downstairs, subconsciously walked lightly, put his pockets in the elevator, a little disbelieving him, "Don't burn my kitchen, my sister can tear us apart alive."

"Of course I can. I can cook by myself when I was ten years old. The first thing I learned was fried rice." Yang Xiaoyu glared at him unconvinced, and said with a twist of her lips, "If I were you, I wouldn't know how to do anything. I can't take care of myself, I starve to death without food!"

"Hey, you little brat, how dare you laugh at me!" Zhang Yunlei couldn't laugh or cry, feeling that he was despised by him from the inside out, so he raised his hand and beat him angrily, "You don't want to cook, don't blame me for scolding you .”

"I'm afraid you'll swallow your own tongue," Yang Xiaoyu has been trained in the cross talk class in terms of sparring, and she will never lose to him, so she goes straight to the kitchen, rolls up her sleeves and glances at him with contempt on her face, "Wait and eat ready-made."

"Cut, what are you arrogant about?" Zhang Yunlei rolled his eyes, watched him open the refrigerator to find ingredients, and reminded, "Put more meat."

"What kind of vegetables do you eat?" Yang Xiaoyu is a bit picky about food. She can't tolerate fried rice with only eggs and ham. It must be nutritionally balanced. When she saw canned food, she took a can of corn and green beans, and saw carrots, so she looked back. Him, "Do you want to eat carrots?"

"Don't be so troublesome, you can do whatever you want," Zhang Yunlei had a headache hearing, he was in the rhythm of making a big meal, and when the dishes were cut, what time would it be, he urged, "Hurry up, I'm starving to death. "

"That won't work, you have to eat nutritiously, and it won't take much time," Yang Xiaoyu didn't bother to talk to him. People who opened their mouths to eat are not qualified to pick and choose. They resolutely took out carrots and beef ham, and took two more fast food. Egg drop soup, "I have it fast, it takes less than half an hour

can eat. "

"Why do you have so many things!" Zhang Yunlei was almost pissed off by him, making fried rice is so troublesome, why not make instant noodles!

Yang Xiaoyu pretended not to hear, washed the carrots, tore open the package of ham, diced the ham deftly, stirred the eggs, turned on the fire and poured oil, and started to fry the side dishes.

Seeing him work quickly, Zhang Yunlei was in disbelief. From his actions, he could tell that this was definitely not his first time cooking, so he hurriedly got up and walked over to supervise, curiously, "You really know how to do it!"

"Of course." Speaking of this, Yang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel a little proud, and took advantage of the gap to give him a glance, thinking that he looked down on her, "Don't forget that my dad is a great chef, what can I do, even if I don't, I can learn from the tutorial Once you learn it, it’s not difficult to cook.”

"Isn't that difficult?!" Zhang Yunlei yelled, pointing at the eggs that were gradually turning golden yellow in the pot, and seeing him flaunting the flipping of the spoon, he exclaimed, "You can flip the spoon!"

"Of course, I used to be young and the pot was so heavy that I couldn't lift it. Now it's much easier." Yang Xiaoyu deliberately showed off her skills, poured the fried side dishes into a plate for later use, and pouted, "Oil."

Hey, he even tricked himself!

Zhang Yunlei couldn't laugh or cry, but he had to bow his head under the eaves. He still counted on him to fill his hungry stomach, so he obediently took the cooking oil, "Please, Chef Yang."

"It's more or less the same," Yang Xiaoyu was amused by him, poured oil into the pan, put the cold rice into the pan and stir-fried, put in the seasoning, and poured all the side dishes into it, "You use hot water to cook the instant food The soup is ready and ready to eat."

"Okay, okay." Seeing that his fried rice was about to come out of the pot, and the whole kitchen was filled with aroma, Zhang Yunlei swallowed his saliva, and immediately obediently went to make the soup, and even took the initiative to arrange the dishes, "It's quite fragrant."

"Nonsense." There are so many side dishes in it, it would be bad if they don't taste good, Yang Xiaoyu turned off the fire, started serving rice, and sat down with him for supper, "Taste the saltiness."

Zhang Yunlei salivated at the big bowl of fragrant fried rice in front of him, and couldn't wait to take a bite. He immediately felt that the salty and fresh food was suitable and delicious, and then he had a mouthful of instant seaweed and egg drop soup. It was really delicious in the world! "tasty!"

"Hey, that's good." The greatest joy of being a chef is being praised by diners for the food he cooks. Seeing that he is satisfied, Yang Xiaoyu started to eat, satisfied, "Next time you want to eat, I will make it for you."

"It's a deal, you will be my chef from now on!" Zhang Yunlei is a bit picky about eating, but his cooking is really delicious, and his cooking skills are not inferior to his sister and mother. In a blink of an eye, he ate up a bowl of fried rice. "I have to have some more, do you have enough?"

"Hold on, I'm not particularly hungry." Yang Xiaoyu was ashamed to grab food from him. Fortunately, Zhang Yunlei had a conscience and divided half of the fried rice left in the pot. It was very reasonable. "My parents used to be busy with work. , when I don’t have time to come back, I always make it for myself

food. "

"It's amazing, I can't do anything," Zhang Yunlei praised him sincerely this time.

Anyway, he is only a 15-year-old child, and his family is not without money. His parents are also big-hearted to let a [-]-year-old child cook alone, but I have to say that without these past training, maybe his parents passed away , the child is really unable to take care of himself, and

It is farsighted.

"I couldn't do it well at first, but my dad encouraged me every time. Even if I was overcooked, he was still very happy and said it was delicious." Thinking of those days before, Yang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel a little bit emotional, such times are no longer Existed again, sighed, "If my parents still

It's good to be here..."

Zhang Yunlei didn't like it, how to say it, and the relationship between life and death is up, isn't it just looking for sadness, so he hurriedly comforted him, "Your parents know that you can feed yourself, and appoint to be happy for you, you have to feel If there is no room for your cooking skills, then

Make it for me, I think it is delicious, I praise you. "

It's good for someone to praise her, but how does Yang Xiaoyu feel that he's playing tricks on her? Isn't this tricking herself into being his free cook? "Uncle, do you want me to be your free cook?"

"No way, your illusion," Zhang Yunlei coughed lightly, and quickly picked up the rice, for fear that he would regret it, "Besides, I used to treat you to dinner for nothing, hamburger pizza, how much did you eat from me? You can figure it out yourself? "

"...Uncle, you are so stingy, no wonder the other uncles say you are an iron cock," Yang Xiaoyu looked at him in disgust.

"Fart, who said that, let him come out and confront me!" Zhang Yunlei firmly refused to admit it.

They had a good time bickering while eating. They didn't notice that Wang Hui was standing at the kitchen door and secretly observing.

She heard the noise in the middle of the night, and worried about the two brats. During dinner, Yang Xiaoyu was sad, and left without eating a few mouthfuls. Wang Huisheng was afraid that they would be hungry in the middle of the night, so she got up to take a look, but she saw Yang Xiaoyu fried rice. Energetic, although surprised, but did not bother, quietly staring at fear of accidents.

Who knew, this kid was really capable, and he could feed his picky younger brother in one meal. He wanted to finish this meal, looked funny, and felt sad at the same time.

Back then, no matter how hard it was to get rid of the pot in the society, these children were at most just to start a fight, to light the fire and watch the pot, and to cook and stir-fry vegetables.

I and Guo Degang never let them do anything, just because I think they are still children, they should eat, drink, be carefree, and enjoy the care of master and wife.

But Yang Xiaoyu, his parents are busy with work, he has to cook by himself, and his parents are gone, so he can only look for pictures of the happy family in his memories, and he feels distressed when he sees them.

This child is so sensible that many times people even ignore the fact that he is a child.

But this time, seeing this scene happened to make her feel more at ease about Zhang Yunlei.

In the past, he was doted on by his family, except when he suffered a little bit when he was studying art, at other times, this younger brother was still everyone's favorite, he was afraid of melting if he held it in his mouth, and he was afraid of falling if he put it in his palm. Most of the time pretty willful.

After becoming an adult, he worked hard, and now he knows that making money is not easy, and he knows how to learn art modestly. Seeing how caring and caring he is for Yang Xiaoyu, I just feel that the kid who ran around with the pigtails has really grown up. Both emotional and gratified.

After all, he is also a 20-year-old adult, so he is indeed calm.

Wang Hui sighed, not wanting to disturb the supper time of the two of them. If he went in, the two of them would not be able to hide their faces, and they would look stiff.

Turning around and leaving lightly, went back to the room and continued to sleep.

The two people in the kitchen naturally didn't notice that Wang Hui came and went in a hurry. After eating and drinking enough, Yang Xiaoyu washed all the dishes and chopsticks, even wiped the pots and stoves, and nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, come on." Let's go upstairs."

Zhang Yunlei ate too much, and now he was sleepy, covered his mouth and yawned, "Go, go, sleep, I'm sleepy."

Yang Xiaoyu didn't doubt that he was there, and went to the third floor with him, but saw that he didn't go back to the room, but followed her instead, a little strange, "Uncle, don't you want to sleep?"

"Ah, I'm too lazy to go back to the house, I have to turn on the lights and turn off the lights. I'll spend the night with you today," Zhang Yunlei recalled his sister's instructions, afraid that he would sleep alone and think wildly, so he had to be with him anyway, so he was vague. , "Stop talking nonsense, go to bed quickly."

Yang Xiaoyu was stunned when she heard the words, and felt that he was not a troublemaker, otherwise why would he not bring those famous jewelry watches eight times a day?

Tired, after thinking about it, I suddenly realized.

Couldn't it be that he was afraid of being alone and wanted to sleep with him?

Children are simple-minded, so they can say whatever they think, Yang Xiaoyu won't beat around the bush, and said straightforwardly, "Uncle Zhui'er, do you want to sleep with me?"

"Tsk, why do you have so many things?" He said so bluntly, Zhang Yunlei sounded weird, and pressed the back of his head, "Sleep or not, I'm leaving!"

"Oh," the more impatient he was, the more determined Yang Xiaoyu became. She couldn't help being a little happy and smiled at him, "Thank you, Uncle Braid, you are so kind."

She is good-looking and beautiful when she smiles. If Yang Xiaoyu were a little girl, Zhang Yunlei felt that his heart would be moved by his smile, but unfortunately it was a man, so he couldn't help sighing, "Oh, what a waste of money."

Why do you think he was cast into the wrong baby with such a good-looking face?

A pity, a pity.

Yang Xiaoyu didn't understand, she was a little confused, but her mouth was much quicker than her brain, "Uncle, you still know how to waste money, you don't know how to waste money when you are not in the fourth grade of elementary school."

Dropped out? "

"?" Zhang Yunlei was a little dazed, and after thinking about it, he laughed angrily, "Hey, you're still joking about my education!!"

"I didn't, I'm sleepy, good night," Yang Xiaoyu winked at him deliberately, turned around and fell down, covered her head with the quilt, and began to play dead.

Zhang Yunlei stared angrily, even if he wanted to beat him up, now was not the time, so he had to admit it.

What kind of brat is this? !

He was an idiot for praising himself just now! !

The author has something to say: Xiaoer: Such a pretty face, such a waste of money!

Xiao Yu: It’s okay, you can still get me

Xiaoer: ...No need! ! !

#选择转的小费者是一个小色贴，huh#