At dawn, the sky gradually turned pale, and the light, cool air filled the world. Chu Fang opened his eyes, walked to the window, and looked down. Sanitation workers were cleaning the streets, snack stalls were working, and grandpa and aunt were exercising... ... The world had already woken up. He crossed his hands, raised them above his head, stood on tiptoe, stretched, and woke up from his dream. "Aha." He cleared his throat. It was another beautiful day. Chu Fang left the bedroom, walked to the living room, turned on the TV, and tuned to the morning news channel. The clear and melodious broadcasting voice filled the house. Like most ordinary people, he was "not interested" in the news and could not understand the news. He played the morning news just to make the empty room more lively. Living alone in a house for a long time, one will always feel lonely. He went to the bathroom, ran a water, and felt refreshed in an instant, and then simply washed up. He walked out of the bathroom, reached the door, released the door handle, and then sat on the sofa in the living room, poured a glass of water, and sipped it. In less than two minutes, a slight sound of the door being pushed came into his ears.
Following the sound, Zhong Tingyue, wearing a light-colored pajamas and flip-flops, walked in and closed the door. As she approached, she yawned lightly, with a sleepy look. The pajamas were loose and comfortable, showing her figure vaguely, and the hazy beauty made people excited. Her long hair was casually scattered on her shoulders, revealing a hint of weakness and charm, a bit of freedom and unruliness, a bit of elegance and beauty. Since the two established a relationship, Zhong Tingyue has become bolder, perhaps because of her nature, and she was just pretending before. Because she and He Yi are the ones who "pass by the kitchen door three times without entering", they usually make a living by taking out. After falling in love with Chu Fang, they often find all kinds of reasons or excuses to come to his house for free meals. After a long time, he would open the door when he got up in the morning, and Zhong Tingyue would walk in directly. Arriving at the living room, the lazy woman jumped lightly and threw herself on the sofa. She almost curled up and formed a ball, like a cute and well-behaved kitten. "What do you want to eat today?" Chu Fang looked at the delicate face like white jade, which was faintly pink, with narrowed eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He knew that Zhong Tingyue was not asleep, her brain was active, and she was just enjoying a moment of half-awake and half-dreaming. "Hmm..." Hearing this, Zhong Tingyue twitched her nose and said in a muffled voice with a lazy breath: "Whatever." The world is most afraid of the word "whatever", but he did not continue to ask, but went to the kitchen. Fortunately, he had prepared it in advance. He soaked soybeans for a whole night and made a traditional delicacy, tofu brain. The production process of tofu brain is quite complicated, but except for the time it takes to wait for the soy milk to solidify into a solid stage, other links do not take much time. The soy milk with a light yellow hue makes people's appetite increase greatly. While it solidifies, Chu Fang begins to pour flour into a container, add yeast, baking soda, and salt, stir evenly, add warm water and dough, continue stirring, and wait for it to ferment. Because Zhong Tingyue is about to wake up, the dough has not fermented for too long, so he starts to make fried dough sticks, puts the fried dough sticks into the pot, and fries them until golden. The whole house is filled with the aroma of fried dough sticks, and the golden and attractive appearance of fried dough sticks always appears unconsciously in the mind, accompanied by a "crackling" sound when bitten. Crackling... ... The crisp sound echoes in the kitchen. That's just my imagination, where does the real crackling sound come from, is there a ghost? ... ... Chu Fang was stunned, looked in the direction of the sound, and immediately speechless: "..."
I saw Zhong Tingyue leaning lazily against the door, biting the biscuits like a squirrel, looking at him with his eyes... ...well... ...to be precise, the fried dough sticks that have just been fried. A question popped up in Chu Fang's mind: Did she like me? Or did she like me because I'm a cook? After thinking for a few seconds, he didn't get an answer. "Awake?" "I woke up because I was hungry." Not because she was hungry, but because she knew that breakfast was ready. Zhong Tingyue had a stable timer in her body, which could clearly tell when the meal was ready.... ... Anyway, every time he finished the meal, Zhong Tingyue would appear beside him on time. The time was accurate to the minute. Chu Fang put the fried dough sticks on the plate, scooped a few spoonfuls of tofu pudding, and brought it to the table. Considering the way to eat tofu pudding in the Central Plains, he specially made meat sauce last night, stir-fried it simply, and used it as a side dish. The two sat opposite each other, Zhong Tingyue scooped the meat sauce spoon by spoon, added coriander, and took a bite. Her eyes narrowed, and there was a bright flash in 's light: "Hiss... I can eat tofu pudding so early in the morning, so happy." Chu Fang stared at the foodie in front of him, with a perfect arc at the corner of his mouth. I am very happy to see that the food I made is praised, and it is from my beloved. "Eat, why are you staring at me?" Zhong Tingyue noticed his gaze and said vaguely while chewing the fried dough sticks. He slowly retracted his gaze, took the bottle of red chili oil next to him, scooped a few spoonfuls into the bowl, and immediately stirred it. The bright red chili oil and the light yellow tofu pudding, red and yellow, have a poetic charm. As he stirred, he felt someone staring at him. He looked up and saw Zhong Tingyue stretching his neck and staring at him intently. He hesitated: "What are you doing?" Zhong Tingyue looked serious, as if he was facing the college entrance examination: "Why do you put red chili oil?" "..." Chu Fang's mouth twitched slightly, and he was stunned for a moment, and said with a self-doubting attitude: "Isn't this normal?" "Normal hammer!" After staying with Chu Fang for a few days, Zhong Tingyue has learned two or three Sichuan dialects, and "hammer" is the first thing he learned. It can be seen that if people want to learn a new language, they must first start with swear words to learn the most authentic accent. "Why don't you put meat sauce?" "Since we are both salty parties, there is no need to argue whether to put meat sauce or not?" Chu Fang finally reacted, and this foodie argued with him about whether to put chili oil. If one of them is a salty person and the other is a sweet person, they can still argue, but since they are both salty people, what is there to argue about? "How can salty people add red oil and chili?" "That's how we eat it." "No!" Zhong Tingyue was very serious, "You should add some meat sauce." "No, I don't like meat." "Add some." "No." Seeing Chu Fang's stubborn look, Zhong Tingyue bit the fried dough stick and gestured: "I'll give you twenty yuan."
"Okay." Chu Fang waved his hand, took a small bottle from the side, and scooped a very small spoonful of white powder, "I am a sweet person." "!!!"