Chapter 31 The atmosphere of first love

For several days, Ming Zhao could see Zhou Siyu's slightly red and swollen eyes, and the look of wanting to say something but stopping herself when she looked at her.

When would they choose to invite her, she wondered casually.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

The man's deep voice interrupted her thoughts.

Coming back to her senses, she hesitated for a few seconds before pretending to complain, "It's because you're too pretty."

Zhou Tingyun's reaction was indifferent, and he was immune to her insincere sugar-coated bullets.

What an iron wall.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that Zhou Siyu was just your cousin?" Ming Zhao asked, thinking of Zhou Siyu who had just been in his mind.

It made her look like a fool.

"Just?" Zhou Tingyun glanced at her, "What do you think it is?"

Ming Zhao suddenly paused for a moment. He was too careless. How could he let him know about such an embarrassing thing?

She responded quickly: "Nothing."

The man turned on the faucet, and the water flowed. "Zhao Zhao, your speech speed increases when you lie."

There is a hawthorn forest in the old house, and many ginkgo trees and other fruit trees have been transplanted in the past few days. According to the old man, their Zhou family will never lose to the Ming family.

Next autumn you will be able to see a golden field with plump orange-red persimmons hanging on the branches, swaying.

She went out and picked a bunch of hawthorns and was following the tutorial to study 360 ways to cook hawthorns, and asked Zhou Tingyun to help her.

Ming Zhao pretended not to hear anything about lying or not, and focused on the tutorial.

"Hawthorn jam, hawthorn cake, stir-fried red fruits, hawthorn wine... Hawthorn Basque? This is good."

The tablet is placed on the table and is playing.

Zhou Tingyun washed the basin of hawthorns and placed it next to her. He rolled up his shirt to reveal half of his forearm, which was strong and muscular, with veins bulging with his movements.

Ming Zhao was attracted, followed the trail with his eyes, and felt itchy, so he stretched out his index finger and poked.

The blue veins were pressed to the side, and then returned to their original position when she let go. She enjoyed poking them.

Zhou Tingyun held her hand.

"If you're not going to make a cake, what are you playing?"

The palms that had just been rinsed with water were moist and cool, penetrating the skin.

"Playing with you." She spoke quickly.

“…”

Oops, why did I say what was really in my heart?

Ming Zhao quickly pulled his hand back, pushed Zhou Tingyun, and changed the subject, "Help me get the cream."

Without arguing with her, Zhou Tingyun opened the cupboard, took out the heavy cream, and placed it together with the eggs, white sugar, and corn starch.

She was beating the cream in the glass bowl until it became thick. She felt a little tired and her wrist unconsciously relaxed for a moment, causing the whisk to tilt slightly.

At this moment, the cream suddenly spurted out and splashed all over the man like a fountain.

? !

Ming Zhao was stunned and hurriedly turned off the power.

Zhou Tingyun had already anticipated such an outcome and was not surprised.

When she was painting, paint was all over his face; when she was eating ice cream, it all melted and fell on his shoulders... As for the fact that she wet the bed and peed on him, he never mentioned it to her for the sake of the girl's face.

It would be strange if nothing went wrong.

So he just glanced at the mess on his body and asked, "Me?"

Ming Zhao felt guilty and let go, then retreated to the second line.

He had just picked up the whisk when she suddenly spoke.

"Hey, wait."

The voice was crisp and urgent, with a hint of nervousness.

Ming Zhao reached out and pressed his arm, then stood on tiptoe and gently turned his face.

She leaned very close, a faint fragrance lingering in her hair, and her breath gently hit my skin, like the rising and falling tide of the sea.

"You've got it here too."

I felt a soft touch on my face; she reached out and wiped off the cream.

Then.

He saw the pale pink lips opening and closing slightly, and the wet red tip of the tongue rolled away the white on the fingertips.

"Okay." She took a step back, her eyes full of smiles, her face tilted upwards with an innocent look, "The sweetness is just right."

Zhou Tingyun stared at her calmly.

"Ming Zhao."

When his name was called, the instigator blinked innocently and asked, "What's wrong?"

What's wrong?

She seemed to have no idea what to do and what not to do.

He was also not wary of his nominal brother.

But he didn't say anything else, just looked away, whipped the cream and put it aside.

Ming Zhao was in a good mood as he shoveled the hawthorns with sugar into jam.

Assemble all the ingredients, put them in the oven, turn to 220 degrees, and bake for twenty minutes.

While waiting, Ming Zhao asked him curiously.

"Why don't you go change your clothes?"

The process has been completed and there will be no more dirt.

The man glanced at her calmly and said, "I'm afraid you can't help but eat it secretly and rub it on me."

"You insult me," she said angrily, "I'm not three years old!"

It’s just that when I was a kid, I smeared some greasy food on his shirt after eating. Why would he hold a grudge against me for so long?

She wouldn't be able to resist eating secretly!

There was still time to argue, when the timer rang.

Ming Zhao's eyes lit up instantly, and he turned around to open the oven, but was stopped.

"I'll get it, be careful it's hot."

Zhou Tingyun put on heat-insulating gloves and took out the tray. The surface of the embryo was golden and scorched, exuding a rich aroma.

After the room temperature has cooled, refrigerate overnight.

*

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight came through the curtains, the eldest daughter, who loved to stay in bed, couldn't wait to get up and go downstairs in her slippers.

She opened the refrigerator and took out the refrigerated cake.

"I'm a genius."

Ming Zhao shook his head and sighed.

"Genius, your frosting is spilled."

The hand holding the icing box paused, then he freed his hand, pulled out a piece of kitchen paper and wiped it away as if nothing had happened.

Immediately afterwards, everyone in the Zhou family was forced by the eldest daughter to taste the food and were asked to comment on her exquisite and extraordinary works.

Everyone was very respectful and nodded and gave thumbs up.

"Oh my goodness, Miss, you are incredibly talented!"

"It's so delicious, miss. It's much better than what I buy outside!"

"The young lady can definitely open a shop!"

It made her feel elated.

Zhou Qi'an took a bite and was pleasantly surprised. He swallowed it in a few gulps. "You're amazing! This hawthorn jam is sweet but not greasy, and has just the right amount of sourness. It's even better with cream!"

The tone was quite sincere.

Ming Zhao was very happy to hear such a long, detailed and professional evaluation. He patted his shoulder proudly and said, "Brother, you have really good taste."

…

"Look at this." Not far away, Mr. Zhou exclaimed, "What a perfect match."

The courtyard is decorated with white walls and green tiles, and the quaint carved window lattices cast mottled shadows. A young boy and a girl sit together, their young faces slightly red and green, their clear eyes bright and translucent.

A golden halo stained their bodies, and a breeze blew by. I don’t know what they were talking about, but their clear laughter created ripples in the air.

It doesn’t feel like the cold and dry late autumn, but more like the bright and sunny spring day.

Zhou Tingyun stood in the shadows, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingers, watching the scene in silence.

"This spring air stirs people's hearts, like the gums of a baby when its teeth are coming out, feeling the pain and itch of the budding vitality." This is what Qian Zhongshu wrote in "Fortress Besieged".

"They're a good match, and they're about the same age." Old Zhou said cheerfully, "Don't you think so?"

"Yeah." His eyebrows were gentle, and there was even a slight curve at the corners of his lips.

It seemed as if he agreed with what Mr. Zhou said.

Wherever I look, I see two people in the distance.

Warm, fresh, and filled with the atmosphere of first love.

Greengage fruits are generally sweet and sour.

What he was thinking about was the girl's wet red tongue so close to him, and the pure white that disappeared between her lips and teeth.

Moist, obscure, and filled with obscene desires.