Don't think I'm just a sheep

After a period of time, the two lived a very warm and regular cohabitation life, and Zhuo Yijing's withdrawal reaction gradually subsided. Most of the time at home during the day, he practiced new songs, and occasionally ran in the yard to keep fit. A man who gets home from work on time.

When Liang Yusheng came home that day, he opened the door and was greeted with a tempting smell of food. He quickened his pace in surprise. In the open kitchen not far away, Zhuo Yijing was wearing a simple apron, holding a frying pan in one hand. Pot, with a wooden spatula in one hand, carefully preparing dinner.

"Yusheng, you're back. This is the last dish. It's ready right away. You can wash your hands and go to the dining table to wait." Hearing the footsteps, Zhuo Yijing didn't even answer.

Liang Yusheng did not leave as promised, but moved forward and put his arms around his thin waist from behind, "When will you cook?"

"Always will." Zhuo Yijing turned around on the spot, and changed into the posture of being hugged by him face to face. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, she tilted her head slightly, and her lips brushed against his ear, next to his ear Said: "It's just that you didn't give me a chance to show it before, and you were in the recovery period a few days ago, and you couldn't cook. I was afraid that you might accidentally smash your kitchen."

Liang Yusheng laughed, and took advantage of the opportunity to place a kiss on the other side's cheek, and said, "Do we feel like an old man like this?"

It's been less than half a month since Zhuo Yijing lived in the villa, but he seems to have gotten used to this kind of life. Every day when he drives back to the courtyard, he can see the lights in the villa from afar. There is always someone waiting for him to come home.

When Zhuo Yijing was not fully recovered, Liang Yusheng felt that the food bought outside was not nutritious, so he cooked and stewed supplements for him almost every day. Only when there was a real delay, and he was afraid that he would be hungry, he occasionally asked Jiang Lizhi to buy a meal Click here.

After dinner, the two would take a walk in the yard together to digest food, and then return to the villa after a stroll. If Liang Yusheng wanted to discuss the script with the actors and directors, he would go to the study room to communicate with them through the Internet. Nest in the audio-visual room to relive some classic old movies at home and abroad.

I don't know if it's because of the original long-term friendship. In Liang Yusheng's view, the way of getting along between the two is very natural and casual. It's really like an old man who has passed the vigorous period of love and started to live a stable life.

Zhuo Yijing paused, "Do you like this kind of life?"

"I like it, I really like it."

Do you like me?

Zhuo Yijing opened his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat, and he never asked, in the end he just put the food on a plate and handed it to the other party, saying: "Take it out, come and see if my cooking is up to standard. "

When the two were together in that life, at first the Zhuo family hired a cook to cook, and there were many servants in the house, but Zhuo Yijing is a demon, and has a life span that is much longer than human beings, ten years, 20 years In the past, his appearance had never changed, which inevitably aroused suspicion, so gradually, they dismissed all the servants in the house and began to take care of all the housework by themselves.

Zhuo Lin ruled outside and Zhuo Yijing ruled inside. During those decades, they really lived a life like a couple of gods and immortals.

Zhuo Yijing's culinary skills were also practiced at that time, but after Zhuo Lin left, he seldom did it himself, and now when he picks it up again, his skills are somewhat rusty.

At the dinner table, Zhuo Yijing watched Liang Yusheng put a chopstick of fish into his mouth, inevitably a little nervous and a little bit of anticipation, swallowed his saliva and almost held his breath and asked, "Is... still okay?"

Liang Yusheng didn't answer, he chewed and tasted slowly, and took another bite of vegetables after swallowing.

He didn't put down his chopsticks until he had tasted all the dishes on the table, looked at Zhuo Yijing with a smile on his face, and seriously commented: "Well... I'll cook at home from now on."

"Eh?"

Zhuo Yijing didn't believe it, took a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth, but the food just touched his taste buds, he almost immediately instinctively spit it out again, "My God, why...why is it so salty. "

He felt that what he just ate was not a piece of meat, but a piece of salt, and he tried other dishes without giving up, but the result was the same. Before that, he was only focused on cooking, and he never thought of trying it first... It's only now that I feel ashamed, and I can't wait to bury myself in the table.

Zhuo Yijing went into the kitchen silently in frustration and poured Liang Yusheng a glass of water, "Why didn't you spit it out, but swallowed it, drink some water."

"My daughter-in-law's cooking, how can I not eat a bite." Liang Yusheng took the water, he didn't rush to drink it, but handed it to Zhuo Yijing's mouth, and said with a smile: "Is it salty? Take a sip and rinse rinse."

Zhuo Yijing, who was about to be salted to death by her own cooking: ...

In the end, he leaned over and took a sip of water from the opponent's hand, and Liang Yusheng poured the remaining half of the glass into his mouth.

"I...it was really an accident this time..." Zhuo Yijing looked at his movements and explained weakly while lying on the table.

"I know." Liang Yusheng got up and pulled people into the kitchen, skillfully opened the refrigerator, took out the few remaining ingredients, and explained: "If you really don't know how to cook, it should be that some dishes are too salty, and some dishes are too salty. The dishes are just right or too bland, and it is not possible to achieve almost the same saltiness. What's more, the shredded bamboo shoots you cut are thin and even. situation, so I know you will definitely be able to cook, isn’t it too long since you have done handmade food?”

Zhuo Yijing sincerely admired Liang Yusheng's observation ability, hugged his waist and rubbed against his back, then reached out to take the ingredients in his hand, intending to help with the processing, when the other party asked: "I heard that you often I recommend food to everyone, so do you usually eat out?"

"Well, if they have a job, they will prepare boxed lunches and the like, and when they are not working, they will go to find some older shops in the alley to eat, but this is a possibility, sometimes you can meet them if you eat five One is delicious, sometimes all five are delicious, but sometimes, you will encounter a really bad restaurant, but it has been open for more than ten years, many unsuspecting foreigners are deceived, it is expensive and expensive It's unpalatable, and I don't know how they survived."

Zhuo Yijing likes to discover food, not because he has a special interest in food, but because sometimes he is really too lonely, he doesn't want to stay at home alone, so he can only walk around outside.

Naturally, one dare not touch the bustling streets. Afraid of encountering paparazzi or fans, one can only choose the quiet old streets and alleys with few people, which is why a lot of delicacies have been discovered by accident.

"What about when you don't go out? Eat takeaway?"

"Takeaway... ah... ah yes..."

"You don't care about your body too much." Liang Yusheng frowned disapprovingly.

Zhuo Yijing felt guilty for a moment, and didn't dare to say that she basically didn't know how to eat when she didn't go out.

But in fact, even if he didn't say anything, Liang Yusheng could probably guess something when he saw him like this. He wiped his hands and nodded his nose, "Okay, I will watch you eat well in the future."

A warm current surged in Zhuo Yijing's heart, and she pressed her towards and rubbed the man's still steamy palm.

After he backed away, Liang Yusheng smiled and said, "You really look like a small animal just like that."

"Then what animal do you think I look like?" Zhuo Yijing said jokingly, bending the corners of her eyes.

"Sheep" Liang Yusheng opened his mouth and said it almost without thinking.

After speaking, the two were stunned at the same time. Zhuo Yijing was more surprised, while Liang Yusheng was surprised. He grew up so big and had never been in contact with animals like sheep, but when Zhuo Yijing asked, his mind was full of surprises. This answer popped up suddenly, like an instinctive thought.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Zhuo Yijing asked cautiously: "Why would you think... of sheep?"

"Actually, I don't know." Liang Yusheng came back to his senses, looked at Zhuo Yijing with his chin for a while, and finally concluded: "Maybe because sheep are more obedient and docile."

Zhuo Yijing didn't pursue the question further, but he knew it was definitely not the reason. There are so many docile animals, and people tend to think of pets that have more contact with them first. Rabbits, cats, even golden retrievers and Labradors Such canines, not sheep.

The reason why Liang Yusheng said this is because his soul still remembers that the closest thing to him is not a cat or a dog, but a pure white sheep...