summer fireworks

In the early morning of the 31st, Yan Shu was woken up by the sound of thumping.

She was a little dazed, opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling for a while, then remembered that this was not her home, nor her small apartment, but Song Zhilin's home.

The decoration of Song Zhilin's house is basically a model room, the ceiling is empty, only a simple black ceiling light.

Yu Wen was still by her side, Song Zhilin shouldn't have been up for a long time.

Yan Shu rolled on the bed, his face turned slightly red.

Last night, before going to bed, she lay on the bed and chatted with Song Zhilin. Song Zhilin half-jokingly complained: "It feels so strange to chat online in the same house."

Yan Shu took advantage of the situation and said, "Then come here~"

She played the wave number ecstatically and arrogantly, and she was sure that Song Zhilin would not take the risk of being discovered by her grandma to find her in the middle of the night.

Unexpectedly, half a minute later, someone knocked on her door.

Yan Shu was wearing a nightgown and opened the door. Song Zhilin stood at the door with a smile, hugging her pillow, and said politely, "Can I go in, please?"

Yan Shu was so angry by her tone that his teeth itch, but it was a pity that she said it, so he had to move half of his body away to let Song Zhilin in.

Song Zhilin moved her pillow a little more naturally, put her own pillow aside, lay down, and said with a smile, "I'm here."

Yan Shu lay down beside her, with a few centimeters between them.

She didn't dare to get too close to Song Zhilin. Song Zhilin had just taken a shower, and her body was covered with the sweet fragrance of shower gel. Her skin was fragile and looked very delicious.

This is at Song Zhilin's house, and Grandma Song lives in the room at the other end of the corridor.

If they make any noise, it's just too... shy.

Song Zhilin blinked at her, and whispered in her ear, "Didn't you let me come over?"

Yan Shu obviously felt her heart beating wildly, and her breathing became faster.

Song Zhilin drew a circle on her palm with his fingertips, and looked at her with a smile. Under the dim light, he looked extraordinarily charming.

If there was a seemingly absent smell of pheromone lingering in the room, circling around Yan Shu, Song Zhilin looked at her with clear eyes, with a smile on his lips, making it clear that she wanted it but couldn't get it.

When Song Zhilin's fingertips touched Yan Shu's wrist, she couldn't bear it anymore.

Yan Shu grabbed her wrist and lowered his voice: "Don't make any noise."

She did not let Song Zhilin make a sound, Song Zhilin bit her shoulder, leaving heavy marks on her body.

After Song Zhilin let go of her, Yan Shu pressed the tooth marks and smiled like a little fox: "You are so cruel."

Song Zhilin's eyes were still red, and her voice was soft: "It's not because of you."

"What if we are discovered?"

It was only when Yan Shu came to his senses that he remembered this question.

Song Zhilin said: "I'll get up early tomorrow, and then go to bed."

Song Zhilin really did what she said, and she didn't know when she went back to sleep.

Yan Shu breathed a sigh of relief, got up and picked out a bright red dress to put on. Song Zhilin helped her choose it before, saying that grandma likes to wear red clothes for the New Year.

Yan Shu followed the sound of the thud, and found that it was Song Zhilin and Grandma Song who were chopping meat in the kitchen.

Yan Shu grabbed the door frame and said, "It's so early."

Grandma Song said with a smile: "People can't sleep when they are old, and they always wake up at four or five o'clock."

Yan Shu was startled, and woke up at four or five o'clock. Doesn't grandma know everything? !

No matter how early Song Zhilin got up, it's impossible to wake up at three o'clock, right? !

I saw Song Zhilin chopping the meat calmly, and said slowly: "Yes, when I got up, grandma bought breakfast."

Grandma Song continued: "There is only one shop downstairs that is still open. I bought some Xiaolongbao and fried dough sticks soy milk. I don't know what you like to eat."

Yan Shu was so frightened that he nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "I like all of them."

While hinting wildly at Song Zhilin, she scratched at the door frame, not intending to have breakfast at all.

Seeing this, Song Zhilin had no choice but to put down the kitchen knife in her hand, washed her hands, and said to her grandma, "I'm not full just now, so I'll eat some more."

Grandma Song made the dumplings swiftly, and said in a tone that I understand: "Go, there is not enough to cook a bowl of noodles."

Song Zhilin took out breakfast from the thermos pot and laid it out on the dining table. The small shop downstairs has been open for many years, and it has always been the first choice for nearby residents to have breakfast. Bao. The skin is thin and the stuffing is big, and the juice comes out after one bite, full of umami.

Faced with such a table of breakfast in the past, Yan Shu had already started eating without distraction, but today she was holding a deep-fried dough stick, chewing until she couldn't taste it, and asked Song Zhilin in a low voice, "Does grandma know that we slept together?"

"if not?"

Song Zhilin drank the soy milk slowly:

"I didn't expect her to get up so early now... I thought it would be fine to get up at seven."

After Yan Shu heard this, his face was wrinkled together. Grandma Song specially prepared two rooms for them, but they still slept together. What would Grandma Song think?Do you think she is a bit bad?

Yan Shu asked, "What did grandma say?"

Song Zhilin picked up the soya-bean milk cup, inadvertently let her take a look at the engagement ring they just bought yesterday, and said flatly, "Ask me if I despise her red quilt."

When Yan Shu heard this, half of her heart was relieved. The other half was that she saw Song Zhilin's hint, which meant that she had bought all the rings, and grandma would not say anything even if she saw it.

Putting down the big stone in his heart, Yan Shu immediately felt relieved, and happily ate breakfast.

This small shop has been open for so long, and it really has passed the test of the people. The fritters don't look greasy at all, they just feel crispy in the mouth, and dipped in soy milk, the sweet and crispy taste is even more addictive .

Yan Shu ate a deep-fried dough stick and took a basket of steamed buns.

The steamed buns are plump and lovely, and the skin is crystal clear. Yan Shu first took a bite out of the skin and tasted the soup inside. The soup of this dumpling is very delicious. The meat filling is filled with mushrooms and bamboo shoots. The taste is soft and glutinous with crispness and tenderness, not to mention how enjoyable it is to take one bite.

Yan Shu ate four small steamed buns before he felt a little full.

Yan Shu's eating slowed down, she glanced at the kitchen curiously, and asked, "What are you doing up so early?"

"Make New Year's Eve dinner." Song Zhilin said.

"Do you have to get up so early to make New Year's Eve dinner?"

Yan Shu was stunned. When she was at home, she usually came to Juxian Tower at three o'clock in the afternoon. After two hours of tinkling in the kitchen, the New Year's Eve dinner was over.

"Yes," Song Zhilin finished drinking the soy milk and cleaned up the tableware on the table, "I get up in the morning to make dumplings, eat a little at noon, and start cooking in the afternoon. A table of New Year's Eve dinner is hot and cold, no matter what. Burn all afternoon."

Yan Shu was dumbfounded when he heard that, and murmured, "It took so long..."

Song Zhilin said: "There are many people cooking in the restaurant, and most of them are prepared in the restaurant and delivered to your home, so the speed is very fast."

When Song Zhilin returned to the kitchen, Grandma Song had already wrapped the dumplings in sevens and eights.

"I've seen enough. I won't make too many dumplings this year." Grandma Song put the dumplings one by one into a bowl and prepared to freeze them in the refrigerator.

Yan Shu moved a small bench and sat in the corner of the kitchen to choose vegetables. Song Zhilin taught her to pick off all the bad-looking vegetables and throw them away, and then put the vegetables into the basket on the other side.

Song Zhilin is not far from her, and she is currently preparing some meat to be marinated. Thin the beef, put cooking wine, onion, ginger and garlic, close the glass box, and take it out when it is time to use it in the afternoon. will be better.

After making the dumplings, Grandma Song went out to rest. She was too old to do what she wanted, and now she was lying on the sofa and fell asleep under the blanket.

While choosing side dishes, Yan Shu looked up at Song Zhilin from time to time. Is this what it feels like to prepare a New Year's Eve dinner together as a family?

Whether you know how to cook or not, you can find a place in the kitchen, chat and look forward to the most important thing of the year... This feeling is really amazing.

Song Zhilin was seriously preparing each dish. After finishing the beef, he started to stew the chicken soup.

They don't like to drink soup that is too oily, so after the chicken is cut into small pieces, it is first fried in a pan to remove the fat layer of chicken oil.

The little mushrooms were washed by Yan Shu. She held the basket and stood beside Song Zhilin, watching her put the mushrooms in one by one.

After Song Zhilin finished placing the mushrooms, seeing that Yan Shu was still standing beside her, she couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"

Yan Shu looked at her pitifully, and hinted frantically, "Is this the end?"

Song Zhilin knew what she meant, but she just wanted to tease her in her heart, and said with a smile: "Not yet, cooking wine must be added before stewing the soup, and the onion, ginger, and garlic must be added, otherwise there will still be a fishy smell."

After hearing her finish, Yan Shu patted her hand: "Who told you this!"

If you want to know how to make chicken soup, she won't read the recipe?

Song Zhilin smiled and said, "Then what are you telling me?"

Yan Shu showed her the empty vegetable basket and asked, "How is the mushroom washing?"

Song Zhilin nodded and agreed, "It's very clean."

Yan Shu stared at her with wide-eyed eyes, hinting to this point, Song Zhilin was unmoved?

Song Zhilin knew Yan Shu's temper well. If Yan Shu scolded her and beat her, it meant that he was not really angry. Once he started ignoring her, it would be a big deal.

Song Zhilin said: "It's so clean, my baby is really amazing."

Yan Shu originally wanted Song Zhilin to praise her, but when Song Zhilin said this, her face turned red instantly.

She and Song Zhilin were not the kind of couple who would call each other intimate nicknames, especially Song Zhilin, who had a heart like a stone, and would not say such sweet words in leisure time.

Yan Shu whispered, "Who is your baby..."

Song Zhilin replied calmly: "You."