I am super sweet when I get the certificate [Transmigration Book]

They specially waited for Shen Cifeng to come back to eat cake together, but Jiao Tan never thought that he was the "cake".

It also unlocks the kitchen "map" by the way.

When the end was over, Jiao Tang's entire figure was stuck in the cotton, and he couldn't even open his eyes. He vaguely heard Shen Cifeng calling him in a low voice: "Longlan? Loktan? Don't sleep yet."

"Hmm..." Like a kitten, Jiao Tang buried her head in his arms, grasping his wrinkled shirt with one hand, but forgot to let go, and let out a soft moan.

No matter how nice your voice is, you can't continue anyway, Jiao Tang whispered in his heart, otherwise the people will be separated.

"I haven't had dinner yet." Shen Cifeng sighed in his heart, and really regretted it. He shouldn't be impulsive. He should let Jiao Tang finish his dinner first. Maybe that person won't fall asleep so quickly, and it's okay...

Carrying him back to the bedroom, Shen Cifeng carefully tucked up the quilt for him, rolled up his sleeves, and resigned himself to cleaning up the messed up kitchen.

Although other places were in a mess, the newly unpacked cake was still intact on the table, and Shen Cifeng cut it up and put it in the refrigerator. He was "full", and even a little unsatisfied.

After quickly tidying up, he returned to the bedroom, Jiao Tan was still in such a deep sleep, his slender and thick eyelashes drooped obediently on the lower eyelids, obedient and at ease.Sitting next to that person, Shen Cifeng remembered that before returning home, he mentioned to Shen Zhuo why Jiao Tan didn't post on Moments, and was asked back by the other side: You won't post it yourself first?

Unaware of his entanglement, Jiao Tang slept until dawn, refreshed, and his body was cool. After knowing it, could it be that Shen Cifeng gave him medicine? !Jiao Tang covered his face, being considerate in this kind of place clearly made it difficult for him to have a fit, Shen Cifeng was really scheming!

Randomly touched the vibrating mobile phone, and when he opened it, he saw Shen Zhuo's message: Did yesterday's cake suit your taste?

"Are you hungry?"

Opening the bedroom door, Jiao Tang saw the person in the kitchen who had turned around at a glance. The stove was steaming, and the fresh smell went straight to his nose.

"I wanted to wake you up to eat last night." The culprit put the warm porridge in front of him without knowing it. "Eat some hot one first."

Jiao Tang glared at him: It's almost like which pot is not open and which pot to carry!

Just as he was about to put down his phone to have breakfast, Jiao Tang casually swiped to a new Moments, saw the indifferent "Shen" profile picture, and almost thought he had admitted his mistake; when he saw the content of Shen Cifeng's post, his face flushed instantly: "You, Why are you posting this?"

In the photo are the clothes thrown down by the two of them, loosely stacked together, without a single word to explain, it is superfluous.

Shen Cifeng gave a pause to the hand holding the spoon: "Don't you like it?"

Last night, while Jiao Tan was asleep, he flipped through the secretly taken photos one by one: this one, people will see Jiao Tan sleeping, no; that one, Jiao Tan's dimples are too cute, I don't want people to see ... After thinking about it for a long time, I sent out the first ever Moments status.

Jiao Tang's ears felt hot, not sure if it was because of the hot porridge, or the photo: "I, I thought you wanted to send us a group photo."

Seeing Shen Cifeng's upright face, why doesn't he know how to be shy, there are so many choices, and the wrinkles on the two people's clothes, the torn buttons can be clearly seen in the picture...

Even if it is said that fake marriages should be "operated" on a regular basis, it would be too realistic to avoid it.

Shen Cifeng answered innocently: "You were asleep at that time."

Jiao Tang: Angry, that kind of coaxing is not good.

After breakfast, Shen Cifeng handed Jiao Tang a bunch of keys: "The keys to the old house, when you want to go, call the driver."

"Ah, good." Jiao Tan hesitated to speak, and finally changed his words: "I'll go there in the afternoon."

Shen Cifeng's grandmother, Yang Liu, was a famous drama actress in the last century. Due to cost considerations, all the costumes at that time had been machine-embroidered. The Huadan cloak that Jiao Tang wanted to restore this time was Shen Cifeng's grandfather to please his wife. , specially asked the best embroiderers to embroider.

Although there were only black-and-white videos in the past, Jiao Tang has seen the performance clips of Shen Cifeng's grandmother, and can imagine how amazing it would be for Hua Dan to appear on stage in a splendid embroidered costume.

However, when he came to the top of the mountain by car and stood in front of the dilapidated old house of the Qin family, the rusty gate creaked, and the weeds on the "tree-lined path" were half a meter high.Pushing open the rotten door, Jiao Tang was almost choked by the smoke and dust in the sky. Dozens of costumes that were once regarded as treasures were placed in a corner of the hall together with the opened wooden box, as if they had been abandoned by someone.

"Is it Mr. Jiao?"

Jiao Tang was about to step forward to take a closer look, when he heard a voice behind him, he looked up and saw an old man with white hair, followed by several porters, coming down the stairs on the second floor.

"I am Lao Yu, the housekeeper here." Although Lao Yu looks old, he speaks and walks vigorously, "Master Cifeng said that you are coming, let me ask someone to clean it up, I don't feel relieved to leave it to others, I have to come and have a look. "

"Hello, Uncle Yu." Jiao Tang's eyes fell on a dusty photo frame next to the wooden box, "What is this?"

Uncle Yu picked up the photo frame, wiped it carefully with a paper towel, and then handed it to him: "The family portrait before Missy went crazy."

The eldest lady he was talking about should be Shen Cifeng's biological mother in the mental hospital—Qin Xueyao.

In the photo, sitting in the front is a pair of kind-hearted elderly people. Behind them is a pair of young men and women. The man is tall and handsome, looking at the woman beside him with piercing eyes; A naive little boy, holding a toy in his hand, his eyes are bright and energetic, as if waving to the camera.

It's hard to imagine that now, Shen Cifeng, who is always stern and expressionless, was so cute and round when he was a child.If it wasn't for a sudden change, he must be a little son who grew up in love.

Putting down the photo frame with a complicated mood, Jiao Tang looked at the row of antique wooden boxes in front of him. The boxes were made of high-quality sandalwood. Even though they were covered with dust in the past ten years, there was still a faint fragrance when they were opened.

The costumes that carry the memory of a generation just lie quietly in the box, and every piece of pearl flower on the brocade seems to be telling the prosperity of the past.

"These are Madam's previous outfits." When Uncle Yu introduced the costumes to Jiao Tang, his tone was half nostalgic and half bitter, "Master Cifeng has not been in for nearly 20 years, thank you."

Thank me?

Jiao Tang's heart moved: "Can you tell me something about Shen Cifeng's childhood?"

……

On the way home from the Qin family's old house, Jiao Tang kept thinking about what Uncle Yu said to him, even when he entered the door, he still hadn't recovered.He went straight to the bedroom, opened the door, and took a deep breath: Shen Cifeng was changing clothes with his back turned.

On the back of the man, there was a scar from the shoulder blade to the waist. Although the color was extremely light, one could still see how terrifying the wound was, like a poisonous snake lying on his back.

As if aware of the sight behind him, Shen Cifeng turned around and faced Jiao Tan who was staying at the door. From the other person's expression, he understood it and asked calmly, "Are you afraid?"