At night, there weren't many lights around the cabin.
Unlike the commercial streets which are as bright as day, the residential areas deliberately hide their edge at night and are dim and not very bright.
The cat was sitting on the sofa in the living room, its big eyes still blinking as it admired its student ID card.
I never get tired of watching it.
The student ID card is green and small, not very thick, with only a few pages inside.
The cat picked it up and turned it over again and again.
The student card is also small, about the size of a palm.
Such an ordinary little item is like a treasure in the hands of the cat, and you can never get enough of looking at it.
There were sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen.
Baimu is busy cooking.
“It’s so difficult.”
He looked at the unevenly sized potato shreds on the chopping board and almost laughed at himself.
Is cutting vegetables so difficult?
He touched his chin and said, "I think so, about the same?"
What's the right technique for shredded potatoes?
We can't waste food.
As he thought about this, he looked at the iron pot that was filled with oil.
"Anyway, just put the vegetables in the pot and stir-fry, right?"
He rolled his throat, lit the fire, and then put the shredded potatoes directly in...
The expected aroma of food did not appear, only a crackling sound, shredded potatoes dancing in the pan, and hot oil flying in the air.
Oil droplets splattered everywhere, landing on the kitchen floor, tiled walls, and the range hood cover.
Sometimes a few stupid potato shreds would fly out...
Hot oil: It’s free!
Shiraki: The pill is spicy!
If Ellen saw Bai Mu messing around in the kitchen like this, she swore she would kick Mr. Whitewood's ass!
Oh my god, this is a disaster.
Baimu was not afraid of the scalding oil and turned off the fire with a wry smile.
Guess what?
Half of it is mushy! The other half is, well, raw!
Baimu didn’t know what the highest level of cooking was, but now he knows what the lowest level of cooking is.
The color, fragrance and taste are abandoned, and the burnt inside is born.
He covered his forehead with his hands, looking hopeless, and picked up the rag beside him...
It took about ten minutes to restore the kitchen to its original state. Looking at the pile of burnt things on the plate,
It's hard to admit that these things, each one of which is completely different in size and half of which is burnt and half of which is raw, are actually stir-fried shredded potatoes...
He quickly dumped the dish into the trash can, opened the kitchen door and walked out.
The cat heard footsteps again and squinted his eyes and looked at Bai Mu, "Bai Mu, where's the food?"
Bai Mu coughed, "Ahem."
"Let's order takeout today."
He took out his mobile phone and ordered a meal with some embarrassment, then sat awkwardly on the sofa in the living room waiting for the meal to be delivered.
After eating with the cat, he hurriedly fled into the bedroom.
Lying on the bed with a look of despair on his face, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Ailian.
-Bai Mu: I miss you.
-Bai Mu: What should I do if I fry the shredded potatoes to be crispy on the outside but raw on the inside?
-Ellen: ...
- Ailian: Are you thinking about me or the food I cooked?
-Bai Mu: I want both.
He savored the takeaway.
There was really nothing delicious. Ever since he had eaten the rice made with dried fish, takeout seemed to have lost its appeal in his eyes.
It’s not that takeout is bad, it’s just that it’s a meal that can barely be called food and is eaten with a makeshift attitude in a makeshift time.
That has nothing to do with eating.
He recalled the past days and realized that it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
After eating the delicious food, I can no longer imagine what kind of poor life I lived before.
He thought about lifting his clothes to look at his abdominal muscles.
Well, ever since I started dating, my abdominal muscles are not as distinct as before, and I seem to have gained some weight.
Then I didn’t seem to have too much trouble waking up in the morning, and I even exercised less.
Sure enough, happiness makes people fat.
-Ellen: I'll be there tomorrow and make something delicious for you, you greedy guy.
-Bai Mu: Waiting for you.
He was about to switch to the chat box when Ailian sent another message.
-Ellen: A kiss?
Baimu blinked, how to kiss in the chat box?
Kiss your phone?
Soon Ailian sent a voice message.
-Ellen: mua~
Bai Mu turned on the voice message and listened to it several times, laughing foolishly.
Good.
It can be done this way.
He was a little embarrassed to reply with a kiss, but he still typed it out to express his feelings.
Speaking of kissing, he leaned on the bed and thought about it.
I always feel that the kiss between me and Ailian is different from what is shown on TV, but I can't tell where the difference is.
It was still early, so he simply found Zhe's phone number. After all, it wouldn't be nice to ask Ling about this matter.
He called over,
Zhe was still busy in the store at this time, "Sister, have you collected today's videotapes?"
It's time to collect videotapes once a week again. I haven't had much to do lately so I'm mainly running the video store business.
Ling said with a lively look, "Well, of course, I'll do the work, don't worry."
Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Zhe put down the box in his arms and answered the call. "Hello? Hello, this is Random Video Store."
Bai Mu: "It's me, Bai Mu."
Zhe blinked and glanced at the busy Ling. It seemed that his sister had been very busy ever since Shiraki said he had a girlfriend.
The staff also became more active and serious in their work.
"Oh, what do you want from me?"
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