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"Okay, the fire in the kitchen is turned off. Your sister must have finished cooking. I'll go serve your sister."

Zhang Sizheng was very happy that Yang Niannian could make such a move and say such words.

"Uh-huh!"

Yang Niannian reluctantly let go of his hand, she liked Zhang Sizheng touching her head very much, and also liked the feeling of his hand on her face.

Yang Yingying refused to let him take it, and picked up the plate first, but Zhang Sizheng grabbed her little hand and grabbed it.

"Yingying, are your hands scalded? Hurry up and put them in the water to cool off."

When Zhang Sizheng saw her snatching the plate just now, he directly supported the bottom with his hand, which would definitely burn him.

"Ah."

Yang Yingying also felt the pain in her palm, and when she opened it, it was red.

"It's all on me, I shouldn't have come in, and you will be burned!"

Zhang Sizheng also saw it, and said with self-blame.

"It's okay, just a little injury, the troops are used to it!"

Yang Yingying smiled after taking a shower with cold water.

"Just charge for a while? Don't charge for a while?"

"No, let's go out to eat!"

"No! It will swell after a while!"

After Zhang Sizheng took the plate out, he took Yang Yingying's hand again, soaked it in a pool of cold water for a while, and then saw that the skin returned to its original state.

When Yang Yingying held her small hand, she felt her ears turn red and let him manipulate her.

Yang Niannian secretly glanced at the kitchen door, and found her sister's embarrassing appearance. After seeing the two of them, she couldn't help but smiled sweetly, and ran back again.

Yang Yingying's hands are not smooth and have many calluses.

"Yingying, you need to take good care of yourself. Look, how long have you been out of the army? You still have so many cocoons. Why don't I have them?"

Zhang Sizheng asked her to look at his hand, compared it with her and said.

"Brother Zhang, have you ever been a soldier?"

Yang Yingying's eyes were brighter than before.

Zhang Sizheng directly gave her a headache.

"What did you call me? Forgot?"

"Sizheng, I was wrong!"

Yang Yingying touched her forehead and whispered,

"Well, for a few years."

"Great! \^o^/"

Yang Yingying said happily.

"What good?"

"No, nothing!"

Yang Yingying was so happy that she slipped up about her fondness for Zhang Sizheng.

"Then let's go out to eat, Nian Nian and I can't wait!"

"Ah."

After the two came out, Yang Niannian had already made rice for the two of them, resting their chins on both hands, the two little white silk feet were swaying on the stool, very cute.

After the three sat down, Yang Niannian took the lead and put a chicken leg in Zhang Sizheng's bowl.

"Brother Sizheng eats first."

Zhang Sizheng was not too polite, he finished the fried chicken drumsticks in two or three bites, the taste was really good.

"Yeah, delicious!"

Seeing that he was popular, Yang Yingying moved her chopsticks.

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Zhang Sizheng sat between the two girls. The two sisters kept picking up food for him without him having to do it himself. This meal was the most satisfying he had ever eaten. I don't even want to get up on the sofa.

"Yingying, I can't move, I'm too tight!"

Yang Niannian went to wash the dishes after dinner, and Yang Yingying sat down with Zhang Sizheng after clearing the table.

"It's okay to stay if you can't leave, I'll cook something delicious for you in the afternoon!"

Yang Yingying laughed.

"Are you reluctant to let me go?"

Zhang Sizheng glanced at the kitchen, then leaned up to her and whispered.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Yang Yingying blushed when he saw her, and wanted to get up and run away, but he grabbed her wrist.

"What are you doing? Nian Nian is still there!"

"Yingying, tell me first, if you don't have time to go to the bathroom, you only went there ten minutes ago!"

"I, alas, um, a little bit!"

After Yang Yingying finished speaking, she quickly ran to the bathroom, and then closed the door.

"Phew! I'm scared to death. I've never been so nervous in hunter training back then!"

Yang Yingying squatted at the door of the bathroom, put her back against the door, and patted her chest with a look of lingering fear.

And Zhang Sizheng lay down on the sofa again, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that it is not difficult!"

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