My Professor Shen

At about six o'clock, the distant sky has turned pale, and the first ray of morning light penetrated the mist and awakened the sleeping creatures.The windows of the master bedroom were wide open, and the summer morning breeze rolled up the white lining of the curtains with a bit of coolness.

Jiang Ling lay on the bed and slowly opened her eyes. The first feeling from her gradually waking body was that her hands were sore. Shen Qingchuan used her arm as a pillow, and she kept lying on her side motionless all night.

There was a small hill in her arms, and looking down from her perspective, she could only see a quiet little head, and she didn't know if Shen Qingchuan was bored sleeping with his head buried.Jiang Ling bowed her head and kissed her hair lightly, pulled down the quilt covering her face slightly, and pressed the edge under her chin.

Under the thin air-conditioned quilt, the two delicate bodies were tightly entangled together, and the heat alternated back and forth.Shen Qingchuan nestled in Jiang Ling's arms, holding her waist with one hand, and her right leg pinched her so that she couldn't move.

Recently, a new wetland park is being built not far from the residential area. In order to catch up with the progress and complete the construction as soon as possible, the construction site starts every morning at dawn and ends in the early hours of the evening.No, as soon as the pointer pointed to six o'clock, the roar of the machine rang out on time and rhythmically, mixed with the knocking sounds of the workers and a little noisy, which was really disturbing one's sleep.

Shen Qingchuan on the bed unconsciously tightened his eyebrows in his sleep, with impatience revealed in his brows and eyes.Knowing that she was a shallow sleeper, Jiang Ling covered her ears with her free hand, slowly pulled out her bloodshot arm, and supported Shen Qingchuan's head on a soft pillow.

Carefully removed Shen Qingchuan from holding her leg, and slowly leaned against the bed.As soon as Jiang Ling touched the edge of the bed, Shen Qingchuan, who felt the disappearance of the heat source, leaned forward and buried his face in her chest again.

"I'm going to close the window." Jiang Ling patted her on the back lovingly and explained.The half-dream and half-awake Shen Qingchuan seemed to understand, and muttered, turned around on his own initiative, rolled himself into a silkworm baby, and left the back of Jiang Ling's head.

Jiang Ling tiptoed up to the bay window and closed the window. The two layers of soundproof glass immediately cut off the noise outside.The annoying noise disappeared, and Shen Qingchuan's frown suddenly relaxed.

There is a large ceramic bowl in the sink in the kitchen, which contains half a bowl of soybeans, each of which absorbs enough water and sinks to the bottom of the bowl, bulging and breaking the skin on the surface.Jiang Ling soaked the soybeans before going to bed last night, thinking about getting up this morning to make a cup of soy milk for her. Of course, Uncle Li taught her this practical skill.

Shen Qingchuan is used to being lazy on weekdays, and like many young people nowadays, the daily breakfast has become a rare luxury.

The skin of Jiang Ling's fingertips was wrinkled due to lack of water, so she washed it with running water indifferently.

According to the strategy sent by Uncle Li, first pour the soaked soybeans into the soymilk machine with water, then press the switch, and the machine starts to run.A few minutes later, the soy beans that were still granulated just now had completely melted into the water and turned into milky white soy milk.

Jiang Ling took a newly bought gauze filter, and connected a large bowl underneath, slowly poured the finished semi-finished product onto the filter, with a slight swing of her arm, the white juice leaked out along the small holes of the filter. In the bowl below, what remains on the top is the residue of soybeans.

After going back and forth several times, you will reach the last step, just boil the soy milk and you're done.Jiang Ling poured the filtered soy milk into a small pot and boiled it on high heat, and began to prepare fried eggs.

Shen Qingchuan came to the kitchen at this time, she slowly put her arms around Jiang Ling's waist from behind, and asked with a smile: "What are you doing?"

"Make breakfast." Jiang Ling replied succinctly, letting her hold her, staring at the small pot of soy milk as if facing a big enemy.

This was the first time she made soy milk in front of her sister, so she must not mess it up.

"It's open." Shen Qingchuan reminded leaning on her back.

There was a "gurgling" sound in the pot, the lid was pushed up by the scorching water vapor, and the fragrance of beans scrambled into the nostrils of the two of them, Jiang Ling lifted the lid but did not turn off the fire.

"Why don't you turn off the fire?" Shen Qingchuan asked suspiciously.

When God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you. It just so happens that cooking is the closed door for Shen Qingchuan, and she has always been ignorant of it.

"Fake boiling." Jiang Ling turned down the heat, turned around and hugged Shen Qingchuan, "The saponin in soybean milk will make it bubble a lot when it's around [-] degrees, it looks like it's opened, but it's actually boiling." Let’s cook it for a while.”

Uncle Li's advice was still on the WeChat chat interface, and Jiang Ling came directly to learn what he had learned, without blushing.

She proudly raised her sword eyebrows, and Shen Qingchuan seemed to see her fluffy little tail swaying non-stop.

Shen Qingchuan hooked the corners of his lips, and made a long sound on purpose, "Oh~"

"So that's the case." She buried her face down in her chest, tried her best to suppress a smile and praised, "Why are you so powerful?"

Jiang Ling snorted softly, pushed her back and said, "Get out, I want fried eggs."

"I don't." Shen Qingchuan stood at the door and looked at her with sparkling eyes.

"The oily smoke will be heavy for a while." Jiang Ling frowned, why did she feel that she was the youngest.

"I won't." Shen Qingchuan stubbornly stood at the door, determined to see how her eggs should be fried.

The two stared at each other like children and stood still.

Shen Qingchuan broke the kung fu first, she chuckled, and then silently supported her forehead.Talking about a relationship is really getting more and more alive, and the IQ is as low as a childish kid.

She cleared her throat on purpose, and the expression on her face returned to a bit cold, "I'm going to wash up first, you continue." Turning around, a warm smile appeared on her lips again, and she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the man outside the window. Scenery, I sigh in my heart why the weather is so good today, look at how red the sun is, and how blue the sky is.

By the time Shen Qingchuan finished washing and came out of the toilet, Jiang Ling's breakfast was already ready.There was a love sandwich on the plate, with a few slices of lettuce and a soft-boiled egg in the middle, and a glass of milky white soy milk was steaming next to it.

Bread has always been served with milk. She has never eaten soy milk like Jiang Ling, and she always feels that there should be a deep-fried dough stick missing on the table.

There are still drops of water on Shen Qingchuan's face, and his plain face looks different from his usual delicacy. Jiang Ling feels that Shen Qingchuan now is more like a gentle big sister next door.

"Do you want to add sugar?" Jiang Ling took a spoonful of white sugar and was adding it to her cup.

Shen Qingchuan picked up the cup and took a sip. The original taste was a bit bland. She prefers to drink sweet ones, so she replied: "Yes."

Without the blessing of lipstick, Shen Qingchuan's lips showed the original pink color, and there was a little milky white juice on the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Ling stared at her glowing lips, her eyes darkened a bit, and with a shake of her hand, all the spoonful of sugar was poured in, melting into the soy milk.

"Okay." Jiang Ling stirred her own cup of soy milk, making a crisp crashing sound, then raised her head and took a mouthful of the overly sweet soy milk.

Jiang Ling pinched Shen Qingchuan's chin condescendingly, and moved closer to her lips while the other party was still in a daze, the jaw was pushed open suddenly, and the thick soy milk passed along the joint between the two.The soy milk flowed from the corners of their lips, down their chins, and dripped onto their clothes, forming groups of white stains of various sizes.

I don't know who took the initiative first, Jiang Ling clasped Shen Qingchuan's slender waist tightly, and the latter put his hands around her neck, hanging most of his weight on her body, and raised his head to bear her. enthusiasm.

"Hmm..." I don't know who said it first, the two finally parted ways, their lips were both swollen and ugly.Shen Qingchuan's eyes were stained with confusion and fascination, and Jiang Ling's face was also covered with a layer of scarletness.

"Is it sweet?" Jiang Ling asked teasingly.

Shen Qingchuan took a breath, and when she came back to her senses, she found that she was actually sitting on the dining table. She gave Jiang Ling an angry look, raised her hand and hooked her chin and said, "You're a fast learner."

Jiang Ling evoked a naughty smile, and said softly in her ear: "That's Teacher Shen's good teaching."

The words "Teacher Shen" seemed to have some magical power, Shen Qingchuan trembled uncontrollably, shame finally prevailed.

"Eat." She tugged at Jiang Ling's hot ears, but she was not willing to use force after all.

It has been more than half an hour since the meal started, the alarm clock rang at 07:30, Jiang Ling hurriedly finished the last bite of bread, and then strode towards the cloakroom.

When she got dressed, Shen Qingchuan was still drinking soy milk slowly.

"Sister, aren't you going to change?" She asked tentatively.

Shen Qingchuan wiped his hands gracefully, "Huh? Do you want to go out?"

Jiang Ling's face was stained with loss visible to the naked eye, "Sister, don't you remember?"

"Let me think about it." Shen Qingchuan held the handle of the stairs, pretending to be in deep thought, "By the way, did we agree to go shopping today?"

Jiang Ling's invisible tail seemed to droop a little.

"No, no, today you have class on Wednesday." Shen Qingchuan walked up a few steps with a distressed expression.

The light in Jiang Ling's eyes also disappeared, and she didn't hear Shen Qingchuan's voice after waiting for a long time.

"Why are you in a daze, let's go." Suddenly Shen Qingchuan patted her on the shoulder.

Jiang Ling raised her head sleepily, and her eyes lit up after seeing the woman's attire clearly.Different from the maturity of the past, today's Shen Qingchuan is wearing a casual sportswear, with a youthful breath blowing over his face.There was also a blue and white headband tied on her forehead, upon closer inspection it was somewhat similar to the one she was wearing on her head, and she was so handsome that it almost made her unable to look away.

"Hurry up, didn't you agree about today's basketball game?" Shen Qingchuan had already walked to the door, leaning against the door with his arms around him, and turned his head to call her.

"Oh." Jiang Ling didn't dare to look directly into Shen Qingchuan's bright eyes, because her legs were a little weak.