Chapter 200 (1/2)
There is still a little unspeakable taste in my heart, and a little bit sweet hearted.
The temperature in the room is slightly lower than usual, but because she sleeps in her shirt and trousers, the temperature is just right. The curtain blocks the morning light. The room is dark, and the bedside lamp emits warm yellow light, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere, which is suitable for sleeping.
Qin Yi turns on the chandelier switch and looks at the alarm clock. It's just after six o'clock.
She got up, barefoot on the floor, pulled out a clean set of underwear from the closet, ready to take a bath.
There is a big mirror in the bathroom, which can show people in details. Qin Yi turns to look at himself in the mirror and finds that his lips are a little swollen. When he comes closer, he has a wound on his lower lip, which is clearly bitten.
When the fragmentary memories came back, she vaguely remembered that she had hung on Zhou Muze last night. Ah, that posture was so simple that she still held him and refused to let go
When she was dying, she just resisted people from thousands of miles away. She turned back and forced a kiss. What kind of thing is it? She said no, she was honest?
Qin Yi wiped his face, a little unable to face himself.
After a battle bath, she changed her clothes and looked at the time. At 6:30, she opened the door of her bedroom to make breakfast for herself and Zhou Muze. Suddenly, she heard a slight noise coming from the kitchen.
In the kitchen, the man was wearing a light gray home coat, a pair of dark blue slippers on his feet, standing straight in front of the stove, with an apron around his neck, a spatula in his right hand, and two pieces of COD fried in the pan in front of him, which were Ziping and smelling.
Qin Yi was a little bit crazy when he saw it Do you make breakfast
”Well.”
Zhou Muze turned off the fire, put the fried cod pieces on a plate, issued a positive syllable, and then turned around. Qin Yi saw his red and swollen lips, and his face turned red.
She cleared her throat deliberately: ”can I do something?”
Zhou Muze motioned to her to take the COD away, ”it will be ready soon.”
”Oh.”
She brought the two plates to the table and put them in their habitual positions. Before long, Zhou Muze came from the kitchen with a cup of milk and a cup of tea, and put the milk in front of her.
Watching him drink tea, Qin Yi couldn't help saying, ”it's not good to drink tea in the morning.”
”Two tea, very light.” He said.
Qin Yi knew that he liked to drink tea, so he didn't say much. Looking at the breakfast in front of him, he was a little distracted.
Zhou Muze is good at cooking, but he has never learned it. He can cook very few dishes, but he can do very well just by looking at it. This talent once made her envy, envy and hate. On the one hand, she especially wanted to eat what he had done. However, he seldom cooked. In her impression, he only ate what he cooked once.
At that time, she was so confused with fever that she couldn't eat anything. Zhou Muze stewed a bowl of porridge. She ate it in a daze and recovered quickly, but she didn't remember what it was like. Later, she begged him to cook, but he never paid attention to it, and she never ate what he made.
A bite of COD pieces, the taste of coke outside and tender inside instantly conquer her, feel the taste buds are opened.
Zhou Muze saw that she was happy to eat, and her lips were slightly hooked: ”delicious?”
”Well, delicious.”
”Cod or abalone?”
”Cough!” Qin Yi almost choked the food into his trachea. Physiological tears came down and glared at him: ”what abalone?”
Zhou Muze took a knife and fork to cut off a piece of cod fillet and said calmly, ”you ate a lot of abalone last night, and forgot it?”
Originally, she was drunk and her memory was a little messy. She didn't remember any abalone, but as soon as he reminded her, she immediately remembered. Last night, she held Zhou Muze's mouth and chewed for a long time, thinking that she was eating abalone.