interstellar first transfer student

Shen Zhexi spent the past few days in the library.

Others thought that Shen Xueba was working hard for a new goal again, but in fact he was looking for a certain festival on the ancient earth.

The purpose is simple.

To eat.

In midsummer, Shen Zhexi began to miss the Dragon Boat Festival in the past, the sweet and soft glutinous rice dumplings, sweet rice dumplings are yyds!

Obviously, the empire does not have such delicacies, and it is too troublesome to make zongzi, which does not conform to the characteristics of interstellar people. It is not surprising that Shen Zhexi was not inherited.

So began self-reliance.

He had watched his mother make zongzi before, and he learned how to do it casually, but after a long time, he also kind of forgot, and according to the interstellar calendar, he still can't calculate which day is the Dragon Boat Festival.

Finally, after searching all the information and carefully calculating for a long time, he finally determined that this week's Sunday should be the most likely day for the Dragon Boat Festival.

Since the Dragon Boat Festival is going to be celebrated, making zongzi is of course indispensable, so Shen Zhexi started to prepare the materials for making zongzi.

Some materials can be found, others require finding alternatives.

After finally collecting all the materials, Shen Zhexi stuffed them all into the refrigerator in the dormitory.

……

The day before the Dragon Boat Festival happens to be Saturday.

Ouke came to play in Shen Zhexi's dormitory. The two of them had a strong relationship now, and they had stopped seeing each other for a long time, so Ouke went straight to the refrigerator, looking for some drinks to take out for a few sips.

After all, Shen Zhexi likes to study some delicious and delicious food when he is free, and he can always find a way to grab a couple of sips.

His refrigerator is also like a treasure chest.

But when he stretched out his hand and opened the door of the refrigerator, a pile of dark green weird long plants suddenly appeared in front of him.

Oak was almost taken aback by fright, what the hell is this?

"Xixi—!" He stretched his neck and shouted.

Shen Zhexi, who was rummaging through things in her room, poked her head out: "What are you doing?"

As a result, as soon as he finished asking, he found Oak standing in front of his refrigerator door.

"You planted all the herbs in the refrigerator??" Oak said with a look of horror.

What kind of new breeding technology is this?

Shen Zhexi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurried over to protect her zongzi leaves, saying they were used for making things.

Oak has a keen sense of smell: "What? For whom?"

Realizing that Oak had started to think wildly, Shen Zhexi didn't speak.

Oak immediately guessed that Shen Zhexi made it for the marshal, and immediately began to wipe away tears: "This is really the water that was thrown by the married man—"

"..." Shen Zhexi.

Oak has recently been dissatisfied with the idioms of the ancient earth, and even the common sayings and proverbs have begun to harm.

Early the next morning, Shen Zhexi came to the marshal's private residence alone.

Today he is going to make zongzi here, and then he will give some to Mrs. Chris and the others, as well as Mr. Xiu and Bai Xuanxuan...

At this time, Ryan was still dealing with the official affairs of the military department and was busy in the study.

Shen Zhexi went into the kitchen alone, and started to work first.

Little Lance is attached to the housework robot Mo, poking around to help.

But obviously making zongzi has gone beyond its common sense as a mecha, and it doesn't know what to do at all.

As a result, one paw went down and stirred the glutinous rice in the basin all over the ground.

When Ryan went downstairs, he saw the chaotic scene in the living room.

Lance's eyes were sharp, and when he saw the marshal went downstairs, he realized that he had caused trouble, and immediately "slipped" and ran away stepping on the glutinous rice on the ground.

Swipe farther and farther.

In a daze, he opened a taxiway out of a pool of glutinous rice on the ground.

Seeing that Lance ran away without looking back, in the end, Shen Zhexi and Ryan had no choice but to clean up.

The glutinous rice was washed and soaked in cool water.

Shen Zhexi was busy tidying up just now and didn't have time to ask: "Is it all done?"

Ryan: "One more thing, don't worry."

"Then you should take a rest first, you might be busy in the afternoon." Shen Zhexi persuaded thoughtfully.

Still, Ryan shook his head.

It's not a matter of urgency, it's the usual boring entertainment.

At least it's not as important as being here with Shen Zhexi.

Shen Zhexi knew that the other party was thinking of him, and felt sweet.

Under his guidance, Ryan also helped to make zongzi, which was naturally a new experience for the Imperial Marshal.

Ryan suddenly realized that nothing seemed to be able to stump the other party, and he would always come up with some weird and interesting things.

Every day is so full of life.

Even if it is an ordinary rest day, the other party can think of something interesting to do.

Not long after, the fragrance of zongzi slowly diffused from the pot, and the fragrance of zongzi rushed to the face.

When the zongzi came out of the pot, little Lance smelled the aroma and was so greedy that he peeked at the zongzi in the pot through the crack of the door.

Shen Zhexi couldn't help asking curiously: "Can it be eaten?"

Ryan just replied lightly: "I can't die from eating."

Shen Zhexi: "..." This is really a pro-master.

In the end, Ryan rewarded Lance, who made trouble, with a small rice dumpling.

Lance waved Mo's little paw, and ran away with the hot zongzi.

I don't know where to go to steal it.

Shen Zhexi and Ryan lived a beautiful two-person world.

Peel off the dark green zongzi leaves, and the milky white rice balls gradually reveal their true colors.

What Shen Zhexi made was bean paste. Considering that Ryan doesn't like sweets very much, the ones he made were not very sweet.

At the end of the meal, the lips and teeth are fragrant.

However, when she was full, Shen Zhexi was too lazy to move.

He has been busy since the morning, until now, at this moment it is obvious that he is "insufficient in power".

Seeing Shen Zhexi lying on the sofa, Ryan glanced at him silently, then bent down and began to clean up all kinds of zongzi leaves left on the table.

The division of labor between the two is clear.

Shen Zhexi was in charge of doing it, and he was in charge of cleaning it up.

Originally, Shen Zhexi planned to get up and go to help, but as soon as she fell down, she became more and more sleepy, and finally fell asleep.

After finally cleaning up the restaurant, Ryan came back and saw Shen Zhexi who was asleep at this time.

Shen Zhexi sleeps very well, quietly.

The slender eyelashes make his face more delicate and delicate.

Ryan walked over and gently hugged his lover.

Shen Zhexi seemed to have sensed something in her sleep, she gave a soft "um", but she didn't resist.

Ryan's palm ran down Shen Zhexi's waist, and he led him back to the bedroom.

The author has something to say: Every time I celebrate the holidays, I forget that I can write extra stories_(:з」∠)_