Kitchenette.
Chu·Frog·Heng is busy in full swing.
White rice is steaming in the steamer on the big stove, and in the casserole on the coal stove, pieces of red beef are tumbling in the soup.
The alluring aroma of rice and meat intertwined, slowly wafting from the kitchen to the shop in the front room.
Ni Yinghong, who was knitting socks, suddenly paused. Her small white nose twitched slightly, and fluid came out of her mouth. She raised her head and looked at the small door connecting the front and back rooms, with a hint of envy in her eyes. .
This guy is eating meat again.
It smells so good!
But envy is envy, it's someone else's thing, she doesn't care about it!
Under the temptation of this fragrance, the girl also felt a little hungry, so she took out the lunch box she had brought in the morning from her bag.
There are three steamed buns and some shredded fried potatoes with no oil stars visible.
She stretched out two jade-white fingers, picked up a bun, slowly brought it to her mouth, and took a small sip.
"Well!"
Ni Yinghong frowned and looked at the steamed bun in her hand with a frown. This thing had been frozen for a whole day and was inedible.
"Hey!" The girl put down the wotou and sighed quietly. She wanted to take the dinner to heat it up, but she was afraid that others would misunderstand that she wanted to get some food, so she was a little embarrassed for a while.
After hesitating for a moment, she didn't move after all. She just took the thermos and poured herself a cup of boiling water. She sat there nibbling on the cold steamed bun. When she couldn't stand it anymore, she would take a sip of hot water and drink it down. Shun.
After she gnawed half of the bun with difficulty, Chu Heng stuck his head out of the door and shouted, "I've made a meal, come and eat together."
Ni Yinghong wiped the steamed bun dregs from the corner of her mouth, carefully put it into her mouth, then smiled and raised the steamed bun in her hand: "Thank you, I brought food, you can eat it yourself."
Chu Heng was stunned when he heard this. When he saw that Ni Yinghong hadn't gone to heat up the rice, he thought she hadn't eaten, so he ate the steamed bun secretly.
This guy has such a clear mind. He guessed the girl's thoughts in an instant and walked forward in a funny way: "Is there something wrong with you? You don't want to eat the hot rice, but you are here eating cold cornbread?"
"I do." Ni Yinghong gave him a beautiful eye roll, lowered her head and continued to nibble on the bun.
This guy has the nerve to say, if he hadn't taken over the kitchen, would I have been able to eat cold cornstarch?
The girl felt very wronged.
Chu Heng shook his head with a smile, went up and grabbed the steamed bun in her hand, stuffed it back into the lunch box, pulled the girl up and walked to the back room: "You can do it, that steamed bun is cold and hard, if you turn around it will hurt your stomach." If I eat too much, your brother won’t be able to spare me.”
"Oh... I... I have food for myself!" Ni Yinghong wanted to break away from him, but Chu Heng's big hands held her arm tightly like iron pliers, and led her into the office without any explanation.
At this time, the table belonging to Chu Heng was pulled out in the office. On it were a casserole exuding the aroma of meat, an enamel basin filled with snow-white rice, and two pairs of bowls and chopsticks.
"Hurry up and sit down, it won't taste good after a while." Chu Heng pulled out the chair, pushed the girl on it, walked to the opposite side and sat down, picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of beef first.
The meat is tender, the soup is fragrant, and the taste is very good.
Seeing the girl opposite sitting there in shock, Chu Heng gave her a few pieces of meat and put them on the bowl of white rice. He smiled and said, "Eat quickly. If you feel embarrassed, please come back next time." That’s it.”
Ni Yinghong looked at the fragrant rice and meat in the bowl and swallowed quietly. In the end, her desire for food defeated the girl's reserve.
"Then I'll treat you to dinner next time I'm on duty." The girl blushed and promised him softly, then picked up her chopsticks and started eating in small bites.
She ate very slowly, chewing each mouthful of food for a long time before swallowing it, looking very elegant.
On the other hand, the guy opposite was eating very wildly. He threw away his chopsticks and started eating. He could finish most of the bowl of rice in two or three bites. The pigs in the production team were scared when they saw him.
It has a sense of déjà vu from Beauty and the Beast.
It didn't take long for the two of them to have enough to eat and drink.
Because Ni Yinghong ate someone else's food, she took the initiative to wash the dishes and chopsticks. Chu Heng was not polite to her, and the old man was sitting there smoking and drinking tea.
After everything was done, the two moved chairs to the small kitchen to warm themselves by the fire. The little girl knitted gloves while listening to Chu Heng's endless talk.
As a descendant, this guy's knowledge is naturally not comparable to that of this little girl who has never even been out of Forty-Nine Cities.
From the northeast to the southwest, from home to abroad.
The picturesque mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the bizarre Gobi fantasy, the mysterious Bermuda Triangle...
Ni Yinghong was fascinated by these things she had never heard of before, and when she looked at the well-informed Chu Heng, there was a hint of admiration in her eyes.
"Indians eat with their hands, so won't their hands get hot when eating hot pot?" The girl's eyes widened in disbelief. Maybe she felt hot, so she took off her floral cotton-padded jacket and hung it on the back of the chair behind her. superior.
"People don't eat hot pot." Chu Heng looked at Ni Yinghong who was taking off her cotton-padded clothes quietly, and couldn't help but feel dry in the mouth.
The girl was wearing a yellow sweater underneath. Because it was a little small, it hugged her body tightly, making her proud figure clearly visible.
"That's really pitiful." Ni Yinghong, who didn't know how attractive she was at the moment, was still pitying Brother Asan.
Chu Heng didn't dare to look at the girl any longer and quickly averted his eyes.
His body is too young and his energy is a bit excessive. At certain moments, he will always make some embarrassing reactions out of instinct.
Chu Heng could clearly feel the restlessness in his body at this time. He was afraid that he would show his ugly face, so he quickly got up and said to the girl: "It's late, go to bed, girls are afraid of the cold, you can sleep in the small kitchen, I will go to the office, Let me help you set up the bed first."
"Let me help you." Ni Yinghong quickly put down what she was holding and stood up to help.
The two of them went to the front room, took the bed planks and bench, and moved them to the small kitchen. They built a simple small bed in three strokes, five divided by two.
"See you tomorrow."
Chu Heng waved his hand, with a warm smile on his handsome face, and walked out of the small kitchen. In the end, he couldn't hold it back and said something mean: "Hey, do you dare to do it yourself? No, let's go to the office and squeeze in." It’s okay to squeeze in.”
"Please take your time, I'm quite brave." Ni Yinghong, who was making the bed, gave him a slight look. This guy is good at everything, but it's a pity that he has a mouth!
Chu Heng looked at the girl with a smile, then turned around and got into the office.
His bed is easy to arrange. Two tables are placed across the table, the quilt is thrown up, and he lies down on it to sleep.
Lying on the bed, Chu Heng uncontrollably thought of Ni Yinghong. After tossing and turning for a long time, he suppressed the throbbing in his heart and fell asleep with difficulty.
The night is beautiful tonight.
The moon is also hazy, and the birds are...well.
Damn hormones.
