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Listening to Milan's steady breathing, Bamboo also hugged Milan.

God knows, when Milan said that he was going to consider divorce, his mental strength experienced unusual fluctuations, and it took a lot of effort to suppress it.

Sure enough, if you love someone, your IQ will decrease, and you may even speak incoherently.

But——Milan said that he would do something to him, but it didn't matter later, didn't he.Regardless of the stable mental strength or the body language just now, they all conveyed one meaning to him: there will be no divorce.

His good Milan, he has really found a treasure, and he must not let it go.

Bamboo felt at ease and continued to prepare for the date.Moreover, it seems that he can take advantage of "t·b"'s plan tomorrow?

Ah, no, it's already "today".

According to the original plan, he would deliver breakfast and meals at six o'clock in the morning.

Bamboo stayed in Milan's arms until 05:30, stole a good morning kiss, made a confession, stuffed the pillow into Milan's arms, and slipped out by himself.

When Milan heard the sound of the door lock, the corners of his mouth curled up.

The little black cat was already waiting in the kitchen. Seeing Bamboo, he was taken aback and said hello, "Good morning."

"Good morning." Bamboo nodded, and the first thing he did was point to the top of his head, "I want more, better looking, more interesting ones." After thinking for a while, he said, "Bonuses will be issued this month."

"No problem." The little black cat looked at Bamboo's unremoved cat ears and messy hair, and couldn't help imagining some scenes that were not suitable for children. He nodded and smiled knowingly.

Bamboo returned to the topic: "Have all the materials been prepared?"

"Yes, it's all here." The little black cat opened the fresh-keeping room and the freezer.

"it is good."

The little black cat also started to prepare breakfast: "What kind of service does Your Excellency Chenxi need?"

"He's gone, no need to prepare." Bamboo didn't care.

"Okay." Although surprised, the little black cat didn't ask much, and didn't even care about whether Bamboo would listen to Chen Xi's suggestion and let him return to the gray star field.

He watched Bamboo roll up his sleeves and put on his apron sternly, without any doubt whether the person in front of him could cook or not: "Milan will definitely like it."

"I hope so too." Bamboo looked up, "Yesterday he was angry, what kind of breakfast would you say is more appropriate?"

"Angry?" Milan doesn't get angry easily, and the little black cat asked tentatively, "Could it be that Bamboo did something to make Milan angry?"

"Yeah." Bamboo said, and began to knead the dough into shapes, "Is the heart shape very dirty?"

"No, the most traditional is also the most classic." The little black cat thought for a while and suggested, "Do you want to add a bowl of light porridge to reduce the burden on the intestines?"

"Milan's intestines are healthy and there is no burden."

"If it's convenient, can the little black cat know why Milan is angry?"

"Because I lied to him about some things, but he didn't particularly resent it in the end."

The little black cat looked at Bamboo's serious face, quietly sniffed the smell of Bamboo's body, and asked in a tactful way: "Isn't it about the sports that adults can do in bed?"

"No." It is true that he and Milan are underage physically, but in order to become an adult, it is just a matter of splitting the mitochondria a few more times.

That is my misunderstanding: "According to Milan's character, Bamboo just needs to confess."

"But it's a date all day today, so behave yourself—how about a full-hearted meal?"

"The little black cat believes that no matter what Bamboo does, Milan will be very happy."

"Then it's settled." Bamboo made a decision, moved his fingers, and the round plate immediately became a heart shape.

At six o'clock, Milan was woken up by Bamboo, and what he saw was a heart-shaped breakfast table, a heart-shaped dinner plate, a heart-shaped cup and saucer, a heart-shaped bun and fried eggs, a heart-shaped bacon and hash browns, Heart-shaped strawberries and cherry tomatoes, and... the cat's ears that form a heart shape on the top of the head, and the cat's tail that bends in front of the body to form a heart shape.

It is also the black and yellow ring-shaped long tail of the cihua cat.

"Banbu..." Looking at Bamboo's serious expression, Milan wanted to sullenly, but unfortunately he didn't. "Breakfast with love?"

"Yes, try it?" Bamboo gestured.

Without further ado, Milan pulled Bamboo's lips to "taste" it, watched the cat with the paralyzed face in a daze with satisfaction, and began to enjoy his breakfast in a leisurely manner.

When Bamboo reacted and wanted to continue, Milan blocked his mouth with a piece of hash browns.

In most cases, Bamboo is a good replicator rather than a creator. The taste of breakfast is quite satisfactory. It cannot be said to be a kitchen killer, but it is not amazing.

But the person who cooks and the person who eats are in love with each other, which is the best seasoning in itself.

"Delicious." Milan wiped his mouth and commented.

"That's good, I studied the effect of shape on the doneness of cooked food, compared to round and irregular shapes, the difficulty of heart shape is that the ends tend to be overcooked..."

Bamboo was about to throw out technical terms again, and Milan pushed the plate: "The next itinerary?"

"Pedestrian Street in the Tenth District. It's a pity that you need a driver's license here. I can't drive you there. Will is already in the garage and ready to go..."

At the same time, there was also a table of breakfast in Mina's room. Of course, the shape was normal.

"Little black cat?" Mina questioned.

"Banbu delivered breakfast to Milan. He thinks that the husband should be treated accordingly. This is your kind breakfast." The little black cat smiled decently.

"where are they?"

"Going on a date."

"..." Mina raised his forehead, "Where are the guests?"

"Something left early."

Mina's father is going to spend Sunday alone again: "If you have a daughter-in-law, you forget your mother... Doesn't this description seem quite right?"

"I can understand Mr.'s mood," the little black cat blinked, "No matter what, you are a family."

"That's right." Mina would be wasting his life if he couldn't figure it out. It's normal for the children to grow up and have their own lives. He picked up the knife and fork and started eating, "Banbu made it? It tastes good. He's going to test Chef?"

"There doesn't seem to be..."

They chatted casually, and the topic revolved around the two teenagers.

On the other hand, the protagonists they talked about, Milan and Bamboo, were already on their way to the shopping street.

The speeding car was steady, and it stopped at the intersection of the pedestrian street in the tenth district, and two teenagers got off one after the other.

The one in the front has a signature paralyzed face, and the one in the back wears cool sunglasses.

"follow me."

Bambra led Milan and started to head towards the pedestrian street.Milan smiled and walked with him.

The pedestrian street in the tenth district is called a street, but it is actually far more than a street. It is a main road with various paths extending on both sides. The overall shape is like a fish bone. You can walk slowly for five or six hours. .

Although the online shopping business is booming, the existence of physical stores is still indispensable, especially for newly-baked couples, holding hands and pressing the road is the only magic weapon to enhance their relationship.

Even though there is no need for Milan and Bamboo to continue to develop their relationship, Bamboo insists that this is one of the love dungeon tasks that couples should complete. He and Milan are progressing too fast, almost directly skipping the love stage. He does not want any future for Milan. It is regrettable to say that "we have never been in love", and it must be made up in time.

As for Milan, his liking and love for Bamboo is probably based on the principle of "what you say is what you say".Besides, Bamboo, who has been in a daze for a long time, suddenly proposed to play a romantic game. How could Milan not be happy to follow suit?

Basically, the division of labor between the two is like this: Bamboo leads Milan to a store, Milan is in charge of picking and picking, and Bamboo is in charge of buying and buying, and then proceeds to the next shop.The two started walking empty-handed. From time to time, Milan changed into some new clothes, and Bamboo had an extra bag in his hand—yes, carrying things in large and small bags was also part of Bamboo’s plan, even though he had The space button is definitely not needed.

Milan also did not share the weight at all, and continued to pick and choose happily.

Many things are bought in double, and Milan will definitely not immediately say that one of them is for Bamboo.

As for taste, it belongs to floating clouds. Milan's pleasure lies in watching Bamboo follow the strategy step by step honestly, and Bamboo's pleasure lies in watching Milan pick and choose until he is satisfied.

Of course, according to the strategy of shopping in love, various snacks are also indispensable.

Cloud ice cream?Buy buy buy.Shaped donuts?buy buy buy?Kiwi sandwich pie?buy buy buy...

One of the manifestations of couples showing affection on the street: buy, buy, buy.

The second manifestation of couples showing affection on the street: feeding each other, or eating things from each other's hands.

The third manifestation of couples showing affection on the street: quickly licking off the food stains on the lover's lips.

After Bamboo No. 15 looked at the corner of Milan's lips, he was disappointed to find that Milan's lips were clean, and he was a little impatient.

If there are no conditions, create conditions.Bamboo broke off a piece of kiwi pie, took the part with the most stuffing, and handed it to Milan's lips, the diameter of which was slightly larger than Milan's mouth.

Milan naturally bit down the pie with his hands, and fruit stains stuck to the corners of his lips as expected.Bamboo licked his lips, and immediately leaned forward and rolled his tongue—it was empty.

"If you want to kiss, just say so." Milan didn't feel embarrassed at all, "but be careful in public." He dragged Bamboo into a small alley at random, and when they came out again, the pies in their hands remained the same. undisturbed.

This seems to have achieved the purpose of showing affection, and Bamboo secretly ticked his calendar again.However, according to probability statistics, more than 90% of the other half will show shyness, and Milan belongs to the other 10%-maybe he will like to come and lick me?

Thinking about it, Bamboo wiped the jam on the corner of his mouth with his fingers, and blinked at Milan.

Milan was stunned, smiled, and dragged Bamboo back into the alley, and came out after a few minutes, both of their mouths were bright red.

Couples in love have no IQ, honesty is not deception.

If you eat too many snacks, the most direct sequelae are - you have no appetite for lunch.

This refers specifically to Milan, Bamboo has always been willing to come.But since Milan didn't want to eat anymore when he was full, he skipped this item - no matter what kind of meal, as long as he was full, his anger value after hearing bad news would decrease.

Their next stop, the cinema.

Watching a movie is exactly the way Bamboo thought of explaining it.