Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 99 It's Just His Order
"Is there a higher chair?"

"There seems to be a stack of plastic over there in the study."

Song Jiamu couldn't reach the air conditioner, so he went to the study and moved the chair over.

It was a very common red plastic chair with high legs. I took out one and stepped on it to test the height. If it was not enough, I stacked two more and stepped on it.

Yun Shuqian, who was washing vegetables in the kitchen, appeared at the door of the room at some point, she was wearing an apron, and she was still tearing the baby vegetable in her hand.

Seeing Song Jiamu standing so tall, she was quite nervous.

"You be careful."

Yun Shuqian put down the dishes, came over and bent over to support the chair.

"You are so tight."

Song Jiamu broke off the air conditioner cover several times, but he didn't open it.

"It's definitely not good to force it like this. You can look for other openings."

"The one in my room is very loose, and it will open with a little effort."

Song Jiamu didn't force himself, because he didn't have a ladder, and he couldn't see if there were any buckles on the air conditioner, so he could only raise his arms and raise his head to feel slowly.

Yun Shuqian also looked up. She bent down and supported the chair to look up even more tiredly, so she stood up again and supported his buttocks.

Feeling the pair of small hands on his buttocks, Song Jiamu looked down at her.

"What would happen to me if I touched you like this?"

"You will die miserably. Also, please pay attention to your words, when did I touch you?"

Yun Shuqian slapped his butt angrily.

The sound is crisp and loud.

This made her feel a different kind of fun. Song Jiamu's buttocks are quite upturned, and because of regular exercise, they look very elastic.

The two have known each other for so long, what's wrong with touching his butt, but he can't touch her, otherwise he's playing hooligans!
"I remember this slap." Song Jiamu looked down at her.

"...What do you mean, are you threatening me?" Yun Shuqian slapped his ass again, not to mention, this is really addictive.

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble..."

Song Jiamu felt uncomfortable being photographed by her. After groping with his fingers for a while, he finally found the buckle of the air conditioner cover.

"Don't help, just get out of the way, and a lot of dust will fall on your hair later."

"Then be careful."

Yun Shuqian backed away a little, and Song Jiamu opened the air conditioner cover with a click, and a thin puff of smoke floated up. Fortunately, it hadn't been washed before, but it was quite dirty from last year to now.

Song Jiamu slapped his mouth and nose with a slap, and took out the two air-conditioning filters.

"Look, is it dirty?" He looked a little complacent, as if the dirtier he was, the more he felt a sense of accomplishment.

"yue~ disgusting!"

Yun Shuqian was shocked. Looking at the two dusty and dirty filters, he didn't know how many bacteria were hidden in them. The air conditioner looked clean on the outside, but it was so dirty inside. Thinking about the fact that I was breathing it in winter and summer. The wind blowing from inside gave her goosebumps.

"Take it out and soak it for a while, and then bring me a rag and a small water basin." Song Jiamu gave Yun Shuqian an order.

"oh oh."

Yun Shuqian was very well-behaved, and ran out holding two pieces of strainer with her fingers, and brought over a small plastic basin and rag after a while.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, it's better to add some disinfectant."

"……oh oh."

Yun Shuqian ran out again.

Song Jiamu felt very exciting, he could actually order her around!Is this what it feels like to give orders?He was even more greedy for the position of president.

After adding disinfectant, Yun Shuqian came over with a small basin and a rag.

"Would you like me to twist the rag for you?"

"Give it all to me."

"Then you take it..."

Yun Shuqian put the rag in the water basin and held it up high for him. Song Jiamu held the water basin in his left hand and squeezed the rag dry with his right hand. He carefully wiped the air conditioner grid, the wind direction paddle and the top of the air conditioner and other dead corners. again.

A basin of water has also become pitch black.

"I've been standing here for a long time, my head and neck are sore, and my legs are sore, please help me squeeze my legs."

"oh oh……"

Yun Shuqian, who felt that he knew nothing, had no choice but to raise his little hand and pinch his calf and thigh.

After pinching it twice, she finally felt something was wrong, her little face flushed, and Pia slapped his ass again.

"Song Jiamu, you make people addicted, right?"

"...It's really sour."

"Then finish it quickly, don't dawdle!"

"Good good..."

Song Jia wiped the air conditioner numbly, handed her the small water basin and rag tremblingly, and said cautiously: "Help me change the water..."

"……Oh."

Yun Shuqian went to help him change the water again.

After scrubbing twice, the sanitation of the air conditioner is considered complete. After all, it is not professional to repair air conditioners, so it is okay.

If someone from outside is hired to do it, the dismantling and washing will be more thorough, but at least 200 yuan will be charged.

Song Jiamu used to be very envious of air conditioner repairers, teachers, bosses, and couriers. He didn't expect that he could hardly get the entire air conditioner in the beautiful girl's house, and he didn't get anything.

As for standing on a chair and looking down, will you see the scenery in the collar of the girl? For Yun Shuqian, such a scenery does not exist, unless you bury your head in it, like Graves's line 'Keep your head down, bury your head down! '

"Be careful, give me the basin."

"You still care about me?"

"I'm afraid that if you fall at my house, it will be very strange if you find out that you came to my house secretly!"

Song Jiamu thought about it. He probably limped while supporting his waist. Even his own parents didn't believe that he just came to clean the air conditioner, right?

Yun Shuqian put the basin on the ground, stretched out her small hand to catch him, Song Jiamu took the girl's soft white hand, and with her strength, got off the high chair 'looking a bit clumsy'.

The reason why she looks 'clumsy' is of course gentleness. You see, Yun Shuqian feels that she is very valuable at this moment, and has a sense of participation.

His palm was much hotter than hers, and when he held it, Yun Shuqian's heartbeat would speed up, and when she saw him coming down, she withdrew her hand calmly.

"Go back to the kitchen and wash the vegetables. I'll wash the strainer."

"Okay, then you finish it quickly, and we will have dinner in a while."

Yun Shuqian picked up the baby vegetable and went back to the kitchen.

Occasionally, looking back through the bathroom door, she could see Song Jiamu cleaning the filter carefully for her.

He rolled up his trousers, his calf has several times more hair than hers, and his calf is not as soft as her tofu. He has strong muscles, and the two filters in his hand are very dirty. When it was washed down, it turned gray-black when it flowed out. He carefully brushed it with a small brush, cleaned it, and then washed it with disinfectant water.

The girl in an apron put the washed dishes on plates one by one, and even arranged the plates specially. The ingredients on the plates were arranged like flowers, which looked very beautiful. After they were finished, they were brought out and placed on the dining table.

She brought the induction cooker, turned it on to boil water, and put the hot pot base into it. It is a very healthy soup base, including goji berries, red dates, and angelica.

Then put the chicken in, put some chicken in the seafood soup to cook, the taste is even better.

Song Jiamu returned to her room, put the air conditioner filter back, closed the air conditioner cover, and turned on the air conditioner to blow.

"It feels like the air is much cleaner!" Yun Shuqian stood next to him at some point, and she even had the illusion that Song Jiamu was standing in her room in a harmonious and well-matched appearance.

"Really or not, isn't it a psychological effect?"

"It's really much cleaner! When the air conditioner was first turned on, the wind from the air was weird."

"Ah, I'm exhausted."

"Thank you~"

"What, what are you talking about?"

"I said, thank you, I am really lucky to have you." The girl gritted her teeth.

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

Song Jiamu picked up the chair. The two high chairs were stacked on top of each other. After being trampled on for so long, they became one and could not be pulled out.

"Do me a favor."

"You must be too heavy...!"

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian grabbed a chair and pulled it out in two directions with all their strength, and then they pulled it out.

"Let's eat!"

"Wash your hands and go."

Seeing that he was about to take the bowl and chopsticks, Yun Shuqian patted the back of his hand.

Song Jiamu had no choice but to wash his hands, he had already washed it, but he had to wash it again before eating, this damn sense of ritual.

Sitting opposite Yun Shuqian, looking at the table full of ingredients, beautifully arranged, and the gurgling soup in the pot, Song Jiamu couldn't help but praise her.

"Hey Yun Shuqian, you're quite capable! If I were to clean it up, it would definitely be a mess."

"I bought the soup base, and I just washed the dishes. There is no technical content." After saying this, Yun Shuqian was still very happy to hear his flattery.

She puts a lot of thought into the plate, and when she says it, it becomes 'throw it on the plate and it'll be like that'

Song Jiamu suspected for a while, put her mouth in a hot pot and rolled it for two hours, and it was estimated that it would be as hard as a big tooth when it was taken out.

"I didn't make your dipping sauce, you can make it yourself."

"What did you put in that bowl?"

"Sesame paste, a little fermented bean curd, garlic paste, light soy sauce, some soup will make it less salty, and a lot of coriander."

"...You don't need to mention the coriander, I can see it."

Song Jiamu was speechless, her bowl was full of coriander, and she had already eaten the coriander before she started eating.

"Let me show you what kind of dipping sauce is delicious."

Song Jiamu took the bowl, poured some chili oil, added sesame paste, chili millet, chopped green onion and garlic, and added a little bit of sugar, just like her, adding a little bit of soup and stirring it.

"It smells delicious!"

"...What kind of dark dipping sauce are you?"

"I admit that you can cook, but you are not as good as me when it comes to making dipping sauces. Wouldn't it be spicy to eat hot pot?"

"That's because you haven't eaten my dipping sauce. It's ten thousand times better than yours."

Well, when it comes to hot pot seasoning, 1 people have 1 recipes, but everyone thinks their own recipe is the best.

"Would you like some drinks?"

"Okay, there is a refrigerator."

"what would you like?"

"It will be all right."

Song Jiamu looked for it and took a few cans of beer.

Going to bully her.

(Thanks to the lord of Baigelangluan! The boss is handsome! The boss has made a fortune! The boss is happy every year, and everything goes well!)

(End of this chapter)