The sun's eyes sneaked in along the gaps in the curtains, slid across the floor, mo went to bed, crawled over the soft and fluffy quilt, kissed the house owner's collarbone, chin, and bridge of nose, and finally jumped on the eyelids.
The dazzling sunlight flickered before my eyes. Very annoying!
The sleeping man closed his eyes unhappily. The thick eyelashes are like butterfly wings trembling, forming two fan-shaped yi-n shadows under the eyelids. He mo mo grabbed the quilt and pulled it up, curled up into a ball and retracted into the quilt, turned over and continued to sleep. Suddenly a knock on the door rang out in the quiet room, followed by the door bell of "Ding Dong Ding Dong".
How can this be a two-pronged approach!
"Woo!" Tao Mu unconsciously let out a little milk dog scream, opening his eyes in a daze. The ceiling above his head and the slightly unfamiliar furnishings in the room made him bewildered for a moment. Immediately after the return of consciousness, Tao Mu sat down, and the memory of last night slowly returned.
The door bell of "Ding Ding Dong Dong" rang several times, Tao Mu recovered, and slowly got up and went to open the door.
Early in the morning, I rolled out the wonton wrappers in the back kitchen, and personally wrapped more than fifty small wontons filled with green onions and pork, Tao Mu’s favorite, and then carried a bag of seaweed, a bag of mustard, a handful of coriander and a bag. Xia Mi ran out for two miles and walked around. Song Daozhen stared at Tao Mu, who was asleep, half of his face covered in red stamps. He couldn't help but mutter, "Why haven't you gotten up yet? Didn't you go to school this morning? It’s past seven o’clock, why don’t you get up. Didn’t you stay up late to play on the computer last night? You said it’s a shame that I stopped by. Otherwise, if you slept for a while, no one called you. You say You kids, ah, what night owls do you all learn! If you don’t sleep at night, you can’t afford to be in the morning. I don’t know how good health is if you go to bed early and get up early! Staying up so late every day makes your health worse..."
Listening to Uncle Song's nagging, Tao Mu stretched out his hand to scratch his messy hair, narrowed his big eyes into a slit, leaning against the kitchen, and said softly, "...not playing with a computer. I did that. Is the business going... The opening hours of the country’s stock market and the international oil futures market are at that point, what can I do? I can’t let a big organization change it for me alone? Just to make me go to bed early Get up early? Can't it!"
"It's useless to stay with me!" Song Daozhen glared at Tao Mu, carrying the ingredients and walking into the kitchen. Seeing Tao Mu fascinated and stuck behind him like a small tail. I was very happy inside, and said with a stern face on his face, "Hurry up and wash your face. You move quickly, don't dawdle, it's time for the cooked small wontons."
Tao Mu let out a soft "Uh", sniffed hard, and asked the old man: "Did you bring me two shortbread cookies? I want to eat the shortbread you made. I want salt and pepper, mung bean and sugar. Not bad."
"There are still a lot of things. I want to eat and do it myself. Didn't I teach you?" Song Daozhen snorted. Speaking of this, I thought that Tao Mu would have to apply for the Film and Television Academy, and he suddenly became angry: "... If you don't learn a good craftsmanship, you have to study this broken major. You said that with so many people in China, you can be a star. How much is there? Besides, is it a long-term plan to eat with your face? I think your kid just learned badly from the "Yise" group. Every day I think about getting something for nothing..."
Tao Mu hugged his head and went into the bathroom. After a lot of washing, I suddenly woke up.
"I said, old man, why did you come from a restaurant alone?"
"Ride a bike along the main road. Just take a walk!" Song Daozhen said as he opened the fire neatly, and the little wonton was thrown into the water. After a while, there was a vain heat wafting out of the kitchen, and the small house of less than forty square meters suddenly filled with the fresh fragrance of small wontons.
Tao Mu was startled in a cold sweat: "You just rode here? This is not good! How scary is this car going around! It can't be like this in the future. It's too dangerous—"
Tao Mu was about to say wait for me to take a driver's license and buy a car, and then pick you up later. Seeing Old Man Song stubbornly glared at Tao Mu, he asked stiffly: "Why, despise me? Don't you want me to come over?"
"How can I!" Tao Mu sneaked into the kitchen, stood behind the old man with a hippie smile, and squeezed his shoulders: "I'm not worried about your safety! You wait for me to get a driver's license before buying a car. Then I will every day.
Pick you up. "
"It sounds good. When you go to college, you meet new friends, you are crazy about playing, and you still remember me?" Song Daozhen snorted again, but the more he said it, the more sad.
This brat, went to town h for more than two months, and called him just that. After that, I didn't believe it anymore. Fortunately, he also specially set up a landline, and this day just answered take-out calls.
"No." Tao Mu smiled and hugged their old man's dry and thin body, and patiently coaxed: "I will pick you up at least twice every week from now on. Let you inspect if my visitor is cleaning up the house. It’s clean and clean. I will go back to the orphanage to visit Dean Tao on the weekends. I will make good food for you and let you taste my craft."
"It sounds good." Song Daozhen said so, and it was quite helpful in his heart. As the saying goes, old children, old children, whether old people or children, have to coax like this.
"That won't work." Song Daozhen waved his hand, motioning Tao Mu to take out the cooked small wonton. He started to murmur again: "You don’t trade stocks every day. You have to stay up until midnight every night, and you can’t be sleepy during the day. How do you drive? I said you’d better stop, don’t make money, and drive into a car accident because of fatigue. What. Although the second ring road and the third ring road are blocked every day like a parking lot, you can’t ruin other people’s cars like that. Those who know thought you hadn't had enough on June 1 and ran to the main road to spread hysteria. Oh, put it here to play bumper cars!"
"Don't be ashamed of the people in the capital!"
Look at what I said, you don't need to go home to get it right away.
Tao Mu served the old man a bowl of small wontons and said with a smile, "I said old man—"
Before finishing speaking, the doorbell rang again.
Tao Mu put down the spoon to open the door. This time, Liu Yaomeng and Qi were the ones who came up. He also carried three bowls of preserved egg and lean meat porridge and two pockets of buns. Obviously bought it at the breakfast shop at the gate of the community.
"Hehe, old man, you were early enough! I knew you were coming too, so it would be nice for us to pick you up directly. This car is coming and going, and I will bump you back again." Liu Yao opened his mouth and talked to Tao Mu. Said exactly the same.
Song Daozhen has just finished damaging Tao Mu, so he won't let Boss Liu go now. He snorted at the moment: "No need. I'm going to bend when I ride a bike by myself. It's good to move my muscles and bones. I don't have to trouble anyone. My old bones are not there yet."
"I didn't mean it. How come you, old man, just speak up!" Liu Yao said, his eyes swept over the two steaming bowls of small wontons on the small table, and he suddenly coveted—
To say that the old man surnamed Song has a terrible temper. But one-handed cooking is really not a choice. The incense is also real.
Tao Mu smiled, went to the kitchen to take two bowls, and gave him a bowl of wontons for Brother Yao and Brother Xiaoqi: "Wontons are just right with steamed buns."
The old man snorted. The heart said that my wonton was originally just right. There are so many more people now. Don't match it with buns!
But how can this steamed bun and wonton go well with each other? These two things obviously don't match! If the old man said to himself, this wonton is a perfect match with shortbread. At best, it's improvised with the buns!
Sure enough, he is a nightclub, and he can't even eat it.
The four of them improvised and had a breakfast. During the banquet, the old man remembered something and asked Tao Mu: "When will you be free, let's go to the vegetable market. This house has just been renovated. I didn't buy anything at home. The kitchen is empty. When we go back, let's go to the market." Move the bag of rice, and then move the bag of noodles. If you want to buy chicken, duck or fish, buy some. I'll make you some buns, wontons, dumplings and dumplings at home. You can eat them when you are hungry."