Early the next morning, Zhou Yuanzheng woke Shen Qingqing up.
Shen Qingqing was sleeping in a daze. When she woke up, it was still dark outside.
When she looked at the time again, it was just past six o'clock. She lay back on the bed with no desire to live and rejected Zhou Yuanzheng's invitation.
"It's still early. I'll sleep a little longer. The boat out of the island won't leave until after ten anyway."
But Zhou Yuanzheng was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He usually got up after 12:00 for training, and it was the same today. In order to let Shen Jiaojiao sleep a little longer, he deliberately didn't wake her up.
I went downstairs to the yard alone and practiced a set of military boxing.
But he was really bored, and he couldn't sleep even more because he had to leave the island the next day. He could only lie on the edge of the bed and quietly look at the woman's sleeping face.
From eyebrows and eyes to nose and chin, the more he looked at her, the more he felt happy. He slowly reached out and touched her delicate eyebrows and eyes.
The next moment, Shen Qingqing opened her eyes. Zhou Yuan looked like a child who had been caught, with a helpless expression on his face.
Then he silently retracted his restless hand and smiled, "I saw a bug on your face and was just about to help you swat it away."
"Why did it run away? I'll go kill it, you go to sleep first..." After saying that, he fled.
Shen Qingqing sighed helplessly, she was just asleep, not dead. His scorching eyes almost burned a hole in her.
Forget it, I can’t sleep now, so I just got up and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast for them.
Zhou Yuanzheng can cook, but his cooking skills are really not very good. Shen Qingqing is not picky about food, but she finds the food he cooks hard to swallow, so she takes care of the cooking.
Shen Qingqing first went to the kitchen to cook the porridge, a handful of millet and a handful of corn grits, turned it on high heat and then simmered it on low heat.
The pot on the stove was bubbling and emitting a strong aroma of grains.
Taking advantage of this time, Shen Qingqing cut half a cabbage, washed it clean, and fried it with oil. The oil was the lard she had exchanged for pork fat with her meat coupons.
Everyone is short of oil and water, and meat is not something you can eat every day.
But if there is no oil in the stomach, people will get hungry quickly, and she and Zhou Yuanzheng both do physical work.
So she boiled a small pot of lard and kept it in the kitchen. Sometimes she would add a spoonful of it when she fried some vegetables and potatoes, and it would taste a bit like meat.
Considering that these things would definitely not be enough for Zhou Yuanzheng to eat, she scooped out two more bowls of eight noodles, cracked two eggs, and made a few pancakes.
The pancakes were ready and the porridge was out of the pot. Without Shen Qingqing's instructions, Zhou Yuanzheng went into the kitchen and brought out the dishes and porridge.
Corn grits and millet porridge is thick and sweet, with a layer of shiny rice oil floating on it. Eat the salty and fragrant egg pancake, one as big as two palms, and pick up a chopstick of sour and spicy stir-fried cabbage.
As for this one thing, no matter how much money Zhou Yuanzheng is given, he won’t change it.
There were six large egg pancakes, and Zhou Yuanzheng finished four of them by himself. The remaining two made Shen Qingqing's stomach bloated.
Sometimes she was really surprised that Zhou Yuanzheng ate so much at every meal but didn't gain weight at all. It was really frustrating to compare yourself with others.
Looking back at herself, ever since she got married, her family has been able to eat stewed meat from time to time. Over this period of time, she found that she had actually gained a lot of weight.
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