Green Bamboo Green - Blossoms on the Moshang

One Monday morning, Fang Qingqing woke up on time with her biological clock. Looking at the sleeping person in front of her, she carefully climbed out of bed and walked towards the door with her pajamas.

When she came to the kitchen, she washed her hands first, washed the casserole and poured clean water on it, then set it on fire and boiled it. At the same time, she rinsed all kinds of grains that had been soaked the night before.After the water is boiled, add the washed rice, jujube, wolfberry, walnut, etc., cover the lid and boil again on high heat, then turn to low heat and cook slowly, the porridge pot is steaming on the fire , so that the room, which has always been cold, has more smoke and fire.

Lifting the lid of the casserole a little to prevent the porridge from overflowing, Fang Qingqing went to wash her face and brush her teeth again. Looking at the two toothbrushes placed side by side on the shelf, Fang Qingqing rubbed her face in the mirror, restraining her urge to giggle .

Although she has been here several times, she is still touched by such small details every time. The life of two people is really different from that of one person.

After washing up, with the coolness of cold water and the refreshingness of mint, Fang Qingqing went back to the kitchen and began to prepare boiled eggs, cold side dishes, and steamed some quick-frozen bean paste buns.

The breakfast prepared by Fang Qingqing is completely Chinese style, which is basically her habit when she was a child. She found that Cheng Jian liked to eat like this, so she never tired of changing the pattern every day.

When the porridge was thick, the other things were basically ready. She turned off the fire and warmed it in the pot, then went back to the bedroom, opened the door gently, and saw that the person on the big bed was still with her just now. She was in the same posture as she was when she was lying quietly on her side, with a few strands of hair hanging down to cover her cheeks, and the color was so clear that it showed her fair skin, even a little pale.

Cheng Jian was busy in the study room last night and didn't go to bed until late. Fang Qingqing vaguely knew that she came to sleep in the middle of the night. She was hugged in a daze, but she didn't wake up.

Fang Qingqing didn't wake up Cheng Jian, there was still some time before going to work, and she could still sleep for a while.She took off her pajama jacket and lay back down slowly.

At about 07:30, Cheng Jian opened her eyes, and saw Fang Qingqing opposite her looking at her with a smile.

"Morning." Cheng Jian greeted with a smile, her voice still lazy.

"Morning." Fang Qingqing was a little bit reluctant to wake her up for dinner, thinking that if she didn't have to go to work, she could look at Cheng Jian like this and keep on watching.

Cheng Jian looked at her obsessed look, brushed away the hair on her face, and generously let her see enough.

Fang Qingqing was still a little shy. She remembered that when she saw Cheng Jian for the first time, she had the experience of being caught peeking at the bag.

At that time, I would never have imagined that half a year later, such a beautiful person would be lying on my bed, well, I would be lying on the bed of a beauty.

"Have you seen enough?" Cheng Jian reached out and pinched her face. For some reason, she always liked to do this.

"Cheng Jian, has anyone told you that you are very good-looking." Fang Qingqing said seriously.

"No one has said it so bluntly like you." Cheng Jian thought it was a little funny. Fang Qingqing was a very shy person, but sometimes she spoke very directly. She was really a contradictory and lovely person.

Fang Qingqing didn't speak anymore, but leaned forward, quickly kissed Cheng Jian on the face, then got up and left, and said without looking back as she walked, "Get up, take a shower and have breakfast."

Cheng Jian looked at her back, smirked and turned over on the bed again, then obediently got up to wash up.When she finished washing and came to the dining room, Fang Qingqing had already set up breakfast.Thick and warm multigrain porridge, colorful side dishes, steaming red bean paste buns, and plain boiled eggs.

In Cheng Jian's memory, no one has made this kind of breakfast for her for a long time. When she was young, her parents were busy with work, so she often went to the cafeteria or snack bar to eat.Later, when I went abroad to study and work, in order to save trouble, sometimes I just had coffee, sandwiches, and even skipped breakfast.

Even if he returned to China, his kitchen basically didn't store much rice or anything like that.Since Fang Qingqing came here, there were many bottles and cans in my kitchen, and there were no less than five or six kinds of rice alone, not to mention all kinds of dry goods and nuts.Seasonings such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are also enriched, and the refrigerator is filled with vegetables, fruits, milk, etc. of various colors.

She smelled the aroma of porridge, picked up a spoon and ate slowly.She didn't say that Fang Qingqing shouldn't get up so early to cook, because she knew that Fang Qingqing really wanted to cook for her, and all she had to do was to eat well and not let her down.

Cheng Jian didn't eat breakfast very much, and her appetite was relatively small. After drinking a bowl of porridge, an egg, and a bean paste bun, she didn't want to eat any more.At this time, Fang Qingqing handed over half a broken red bean paste bun, and said, "Eat another half, I know you can eat it."

Cheng Jian took it with a smile and continued to eat, while Fang Qingqing stuffed the remaining half of the bean paste bun into her mouth.To be honest, Fang Qingqing's appetite is about twice that of Cheng Jian's, which probably has something to do with her long-term running.

This surprised Cheng Jian who was living with her at the beginning. She saw Fang Qingqing eating out before, although she ate a lot, it was not so real.Fang Qingqing's good appetite made her three meals become regular without realizing it, and she gradually ate more.

After breakfast, the two went out together carrying their bags. Cheng Jian sent Fang Qingqing to the subway station, and then parted ways and went to their respective jobs.

Fang Qingqing was busy collecting relevant data after the mass production of the product this morning, and went to the headquarters for a meeting in the afternoon to report the product operation situation.

Since she arrived at the branch office, she didn't see Wen Mo very often, but they kept in touch with each other on the phone. Fang Qingqing would habitually ask her occasionally if she had any questions.

Wen Mo was in today's meeting, but he wasn't in charge.After the product entered the official production sequence, the management of the headquarters was transferred to Shi Zeng's department, which was Fang Qingqing's original department, so today's meeting was chaired by Shi Zeng.

Fang Qingqing took the initiative to say hello to Shi Zeng, who also smiled and asked her if her work was going well.In fact, putting aside certain narrow ideas, Shi Zeng is quite a dedicated person.Of course, this has nothing to do with Fang Qingqing.

After the meeting, Fang Qingqing chatted with Lu Yan and gave everyone the sugar, coffee and other small gifts she brought back from Hainan.

Fatty Zou Yu also smiled and said to have dinner together after get off work, Fang Qingqing politely refused, saying that she had a date with someone, and she did have a date with Wen Mo.

On the contrary, Qiu Xia, who used to be close to her, greeted her and walked away, with alienation in her words.Fang Qingqing didn't bother to guess why she was like this, she still kept a polite smile.

After get off work, Wen Mo drove her around to a small restaurant in an alley. After seeing this kind of place, only familiar locals could find it.

Wen Mo ordered food, and then picked up the teapot to pour tea for Fang Qingqing. Fang Qingqing took it with a smile and said, "Let me do it."

"Yo, you're sensible now." Wen Mo handed the teapot to her bluntly, and joked with a smile.

"I mean it sincerely." Fang Qingqing returned her with a smile while pouring tea.

"I can talk again." Wen Mo tapped the table with his finger, and Fang Qingqing removed the teapot and poured himself another cup.

"How's work over there?" Wen Mo asked casually after taking a sip of tea.

"The work is going well." Fang Qingqing was keenly aware that Wen Mo seemed to be a little strange, so she braced herself and dealt with it carefully.

"Oh, work is going well, what about life?"

"Life is okay." Fang Qingqing was a little guilty, she thought of her relationship with Cheng Jian, and the two were introduced by Wen Mo.

Wen Mo looked at her and smiled, then said, "I went back to my mother's house last weekend."

Fang Qingqing was taken aback by her words, she didn't know why Wen Mo said such a sentence suddenly.

"It's in the community next to Blue Mountain." Wen Mo added casually with a bit of a naughty taste.