Song Yiyi wished she could pull the quilt over her head and disappear from it.
Cen Yue's voice was gentle, and he chuckled softly, "Okay, get up, I'll find a way to solve this."
After he finished speaking, he stood up first.
There was a rustling sound nearby.
Before leaving the room, Cen Yue bent down and kissed Song Yiyi on the forehead, "Secretary Song, I'll go make breakfast first."
Song Yiyi didn't hesitate.
As soon as Cen Yue left, she got up.
The weather is getting colder and drier in the north, but there are strong winds from time to time.
Cen Yue simply hung a rope in the bathroom to hang underwear.
While brushing her teeth, Song Yiyi looked up at the two pieces of clothing and couldn't help but slap herself on the forehead.
Wine is really a magic mirror.
But don’t people say that men are sixty years old after they are twenty-five?
After the New Year, Cen Yue will be 29 years old and will soon enter his thirties.
Pure old man.
Why is it still so scary?
Perhaps this is the power of the widowed king.
Song Yiyi quickly washed up and went to the square table. She was stunned when she saw the dishes on the table.
Cen Yue came in with a bowl, "Yiyi, drink this."
The brown sugar, fermented rice wine and eggs were steaming, and the sweet and sour flavor hit my nose.
This is Song Yiyi’s new favorite recently.
She didn't like brown sugar before, and even hated it.
But it's strange.
Tastes seem to have changed recently.
Maybe it’s because Cen Yue’s brown sugar wine making skills are so good.
He placed the freshly cooked dish in front of Song Yiyi and handed her a glass of warm water. "Eat it."
Cen Yue has always taken care of Song Yiyi like this.
When the weather is hot, he will put a pot of cold tea on the table before going to work in the morning, waiting for Song Yiyi to wake up and drink it.
When it's cold, he will boil water and fill the thermos at home.
Song Yiyi can drink hot water at any time.
Except for the dish in front of Song Yiyi, the rest of the dishes on the table were from yesterday and had not been touched at all.
Neither of them had dinner yesterday.
The fish that Cen Yue brought back was still lying in the basin.
Cen Yue heated up yesterday's food in the morning.
Song Yiyi was drinking water when she saw Cen Yue picking up a piece of beef ribs in red wine and eating it with chopsticks. There was nothing unusual on his face.
"How is it? Can I eat it? Is it cooked?"
Song Yiyi waited until he swallowed it before asking.
Cen Yue's expression was calm. "Yes, it's cooked."
This answer is ambiguous.
Song Yiyi also picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, and as soon as she put it in her mouth, her expression became indescribable.
So bitter.
The beef was quite soft and tender.
She looked painful and looked around for a trash can.
Cen Yue directly put his hand to her mouth and said, "Spit it out."
What a shame to lose such good beef.
Song Yiyi clearly remembered that her aunt had stewed it before. The fruity aroma of red wine and the aroma of meat were perfectly blended together. It was a very good dish.
She wanted to replicate it and let Cen Yue have a taste, but failed.
Maybe there are not enough auxiliary materials.
Knowing that she cherished food, Cen Yue thought for a moment and said, "It's okay, it can still be saved. I'll come back to save it in the evening."
Song Yiyi felt a little better.
Fortunately, there is Cen Yue.
After breakfast.
The two went out together.
This time it was Song Yiyi who was waiting for Cen Yue. No one knew what he was doing in the room and he didn't come out for a long time.
Fortunately, it’s still early.
Song Yiyi stared at Dazhuang out of boredom.
Da Zhuang was full, squinting his eyes and feeling sleepy. He looked at everything with a dull expression, as if he had seen through the world and was heartless.
Song Yiyi made a cat toy herself.
Da Zhuang had no interest at all. Every time Song Yiyi held it in front of him, Da Zhuang looked at her as if she was a fool.
A cat with a look of disdain on its face.
Finally there was movement in the room.
When Cen Yue came out, Song Yiyi's eyes widened. "Is this your idea?"
He was dressed very neatly.
Winter casual clothes look much better than summer short-sleeved shirts.
Cen Yue has an innate noble temperament, and the military uniform makes his angular face even more handsome.
There's just a piece of gauze on his neck, trying to cover it up but not making it too obvious.
The contrast is huge.
It draws people's attention there at first sight.
Is he covering it up?
If I didn't know, I would have thought he was showing off, as if he was waiting for others to ask, and then he would reach out and uncover it to show others.
Cen Yue curled his lips, "Well, if someone asks, I'll say..."
He glanced at Da Zhuang, who was bewildered, and said, "He was scratched by the cat at home."
Although Dazhuang is fat.
But the child has no waist.
I can't bear such a heavy burden.
Song Yiyi had no other choice, as there was no concealer in this era.
What's more, after she came here, she never wore makeup except for her wedding and attending a social gathering.
So no makeup.
Cen Yue did buy her lipstick, but she only used it a few times.
As soon as the two of them left the house, Song Yiyi said to Cen Yue, "You should go to the army now. I can go there by myself."
Cen Yue's tone was unyielding: "It's still early, I'll take you there."
He was holding an insulated lunch bucket in his hand.
He had specially packed up the remaining brown sugar fermented rice in the pot before he went out.
Song Yiyi thought it was for her and quickly refused: "I don't want to drink it anymore. I get sick of it if I drink too much."
Cen Yue raised the corner of his lips slightly, his voice cold: "I took it to the army."
Song Yiyi: “…”
She is just being sentimental.
Song Yiyi and Cen Yue were walking side by side, and only then did they realize that they were wearing jackets of the same color.
When the weather got cold, all her clothes were bought by Cen Yue.
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