Song Yiyi wanted to pull the quilt over her head and disappear in 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 Cen Yue left the room, he bent down and kissed Song Yiyi on the forehead, "Secretary Song, I'll make breakfast first."
Song Yiyi didn't hesitate.
As soon as Cen Yue left, she got up.
The weather is getting colder and dry in the north, with strong winds blowing 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 above her 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 Chinese New Year, Cen Yue would be 29 years old, and would soon be entering 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, sat down at the square table, and was dumbfounded by the food 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.
It's very strange.
The taste seems 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 and wait 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 of water.
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 had swallowed the food 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 took a bite. 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 stretched out his hand to her lips 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 she failed miserably.
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 boredly.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
