In the book era, my villain is super obedient

Taking advantage of this time, Lu Cong prepared to mix up two bowls of seasonings for later dipping.

The little brother knows that she is greedy, so all kinds of seasonings are well prepared, including chive flowers and sesame paste.

Mix the leek flowers and sesame paste according to your own taste.

And of course, chili oil…

As the soup in the small copper pot boiled, the heat came out.

By the way, she seems to have locked her little brother in the wing? !

She ran into the yard with a bang.

Looking at the big iron lock on the wing door, my head was buzzing.

A woman in love has a negative IQ.

People who have always felt good about themselves also feel that their brain volume has shrunk...

She tiptoed to the door, gently pinched the key, and raised her little finger weakly.

"Crack!" But no matter how careful she was, there was still a sound when she opened the lock.

She pretended not to hear, pushed open the door confidently, held her little head high, and said, "Why haven't you come out yet, the pot is boiling..."

After shouting guiltyly, she raised her legs and left, behind her were Xiaoqing and Xiaoxuan, who were as big as palms.

It also cocked its little tail and twisted its little buttocks to follow, looking like a real dog.

"coming."

Yan Yan sat on the ponytail in a regular manner, with his hands resting on his knees, his back straight, and his eyes looking forward. It was a small floral bed sheet arranged in small pots.

He only got up and went out when he heard her calling himself.

For him, not to mention the easiest and most convenient way to jump out of the window, even the lock on the door can't trap him.

But he...

She is willing to be drawn into a prison by her.

The two sat opposite each other at the small dining table in the kitchen, Yan Yan's eyes were glued to her body, and he couldn't get enough of her.

Lu Cong met his clear and eye-catching pupils, and felt a little guilty.

But this couldn't stop her enthusiasm for cooking.

The meat slices are thinly sliced ​​by the little brother, and it can be eaten after boiling the pot.

"Let's eat!" She waited impatiently for the pot to open, and apologetically gave the first chopstick to the little brother.

Then, she made a sandwich for herself.

A mouthful of smooth and tender mutton slices was dipped in seasoning and rich spicy oil, and her eyes lit up, saying, "Delicious!"

The mutton slices are still very hot just after cooking, but Lu Cong can't wait to eat them.

After blowing twice, it was stuffed into the small mouth. The oil of chili oil mixed with the gravy exploded in the mouth. The meat was so delicious that it was so fragrant that I wanted to swallow my tongue.

Her seasoning was also adjusted just right, releasing all the deliciousness of the hot pot itself, so fragrant that she could hardly find it.

Yan Xian stared at the little pot and his cheeks bulged, like a little squirrel eating hazelnuts.

It seemed to be scalded, and the cute little face was wrinkled into a ball, panting for breath.

He put a few river prawns in the pot for her, and said, "Be careful, eat slowly."

"Hot pot tastes delicious when it burns your mouth. You should eat it too. Don't always watch me eat it."

Lu Cong was worried about his lack of appetite, so he only ate a little bit of tofu and a leaf of Chinese cabbage, and the rest was sliced ​​mutton. Now that he saw his favorite shrimp, he slowed down and prepared to save some space for the shrimp.

Yan took out the boiled river prawns with big, well-articulated hands, carefully peeled off the whole prawns, consciously put them into a small plate, and pushed them in front of her.

Lush, white and tender hands held the chopsticks and picked up the largest shrimp, dipped it in the seasoning in his own bowl, leaned forward, and handed it to the little brother's mouth, saying "Eat~"

"Good... good... eat." Yan Xian opened his mouth obediently, his eyes were as gentle as a river of spring water.

When she lowered her eyes, she could see the delicate collarbone under Xiao Cantan's collar, because there was still some room for her to see when she leaned forward.

In an instant, his whole face was extremely red, and he quickly looked away, feeling that his tongue could not be straightened.

After the two finished their meal, Yan washed the pot and washed the dishes, very self-conscious.

Lu Cong squatted in the yard watering the plot.

Both of them are doing their own work, but their eyes are not less exchanged with each other, overflowing with the taste of lovers' eyes.

Yan Xian saw her watering the vegetables in a daze, as if the water ladle was only pouring water on the few vegetables around her, leaving shallow puddles.

As soon as he looked over, she hurriedly withdrew her eyes and continued to look at the small puddle by the side of the vegetables, her eyelids kept drooping, and a bunch of stupid hairs were raised on her forehead.

When he stopped looking at her, she looked over again.

Confused and cute little appearance, cute and charming.

He wished he could hold her tightly in his arms...

Suddenly, from the courtyard wall of the south courtyard next door, Xu Hongxia's voice came from the educated youth dormitory.

"How can you, a big girl, enter the men's dormitory alone just to pack Zheng Jiahao's luggage?"

"I care about you, for your own good, do you understand? Why don't you talk!?"

"I'm talking to you, why don't you answer, do you know that you are very rude?"

Yu Yaoyao was questioned, tears streaming down her face, she looked pitiful and aggrieved, her shoulders shook and she cried, but no matter what Xu Hongxia said, she just didn't say a word.

"Okay, Hongxia, don't say a few words, Yu Zhiqing is a newcomer, and has a marriage contract with Zheng Jiahao, so we male educated youths can avoid it in the future."

Lin Dazhi, as the leader of the educated youth, came out to be a peacemaker.

Thinking of my trousers hanging under the window sill, I was also a little embarrassed.

But he is a man, so he doesn't suffer...

Xu Hongxia was about to die of anger, and said, "Don't call her Zhiqing Yu, she is incomparable to my Sister Cong, so if you don't call her a mess, I will lose my reputation to Sister Cong!"

"Okay, then..."

Lin Dazhi has been doing nothing, and Zheng Jiahao is not happy when he is about to make love.

"Why can Lu Cong's surname Yu be called Yuzhiqing, but my Yaoyao can't be called Yu Zhiqing?"

Xu Hongxia crossed her hips and said, "Just because I am the scorekeeper, as long as Yu Zhiqing's work points are recorded, it will only be assigned to Sister Cong."

"You, you are unreasonable!" Zheng Jiahao had no choice but to admit cowardice.

"Forget it, Yaoyao, I know you love me, I will take out all the dirty clothes in the future and leave it to you to wash alone, okay?"

"it is good……"

Yu Cong squatted under the wall of the east courtyard, and when he heard Xu Hongxia's stand-up comedy, he knew it was talking to Yu Yaoyao.

Sure enough, her idea was confirmed later.

After hearing that Zheng Jiahao asked Yu Yaoyao to wash his dirty clothes, she stopped listening.

The main reason was that she was afraid of getting sick and throwing up, ruining the little meat she had managed to eat.

The rough work of washing dirty clothes is like a gift, it's no one...

unlucky!

She was still a little disgusted.

She blanked her eyes and said with a sneer, "It seems that this Yu Yaoyao not only doesn't talk to me, he doesn't talk to anyone else, he's simply a 'slow poisoner'.

This kind of temper can only be firmly guarded by the family. It’s okay to talk to reasonable people, but if you meet someone with a bad temper, you’re afraid you’ll be beaten..."

"I'm not angry... I'm not angry..." Yan Yan looked at the little pot and seemed to be entangled in some distress.

Immediately, he lifted up his heart... (End of this chapter)