Zhou Zhou
Jiang Xingzhou’s boat
Why did I have to explain to him specifically that it was Jiang Xingzhou's boat
Jiang Xingzhou scratched his hair in distress, and his soft hair instantly exploded. He turned around on the spot and faced Song Ci again.
"Why?"
He expressed his incomprehension.
Why is this little pig called Zhou Zhou
Does he look like a pig
Song Ci was frightened by his appearance, and asked with her head down, "Don't you like it?"
"No," Jiang Xingzhou tried to calm himself down, "Why is it called Zhou Zhou?"
His gentle tone calmed Song Ci down. This time, she stared into Jiang Xingzhou's eyes and explained seriously, "Because I like it."
Because I like this little pig, I name it Zhou Zhou.
Do you also like this Zhou Zhou of Sishuiwuru
Jiang Xingzhou's anxious heart was instantly soothed by her explanation, and his mood became much happier.
Song Ci felt his mood change at the first moment, blinked, and suddenly thought of something in a flash.
But it was a little pig.
She really didn't think too much about it just now, so she subconsciously named the piglet after Jiang Xingzhou.
No wonder Jiang Xingzhou had that reaction just now. If someone named a pig after her, she would definitely be unhappy.
Jiang Xingzhou was really well-educated. He didn't even get angry enough to hit her.
She quickly changed the topic: "I'm sorry, I forgot to consider your feelings. If you don't like it, I'll give it a new name. Let's call it Lele."
"I'm sorry," she apologized again.
Jiang Xingzhou may not respond.
"No need, just call me Zhou Zhou, that's fine."
Song Ci was confused, but now she could finally get what she wanted.
She likes Zhou Zhou.
"Thank you." She smiled sweetly at Jiang Xingzhou, her dimples exuding intoxicating sweetness.
Jiang Xingzhou's ears turned slightly red.
Song Ci happily pulled Zhou Zhou down, held its pink short legs, and said excitedly: "Let's go home, Zhou Zhou ~ Wangcai is waiting for you at home ~"
Hearing this, Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help but his ears turned red.
Even though he knew Song Ci was not calling him.
**
The pot that the merchant sent was made in the shape of a tomato. The pot body was also red, and the pot and the lid together really looked like a tomato.
This is quite interesting.
There is no need to open the pot, just clean it and you can use it directly.
Song Ci didn't let him order takeout and said she would make dinner for him.
Jiang Xingzhou thought Song Ci was just fine and didn't want her to be too tired, so he suggested just making some simple clear soup noodles.
Song Ci thought it was too simple and asked him to order something a little more complicated.
Jiang Xingzhou had no choice but to look at the tomato pot and say, let's have another meal of tomato and egg noodles.
"Ah..." Song Ci pouted, "We just had lunch at noon."
"Okay, Chef Song, I know you are happy to get the new pot, but you should also think about how I am worried about your health." Jiang Xingzhou pushed Song Ci to the kitchen.
Song Ci digested his words and found that they were again words that made her blush and her heart beat faster.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that Jiang Xingzhou had been particularly nice to her since this morning, even nicer than before.
And it seemed that there was something different that she had overlooked.
Is it because she is sick and is given special treatment for illness
Song Ci sighed lightly, stopped thinking about it, turned around and said with a smile: "Okay, then let's have tomato and egg noodles tonight too."
"Well, thank you Chef Song for feeding me."
Jiang Xingzhou turned on the video recording function: "Then let's record this meal for material."
"I can do anything."
Knowing that Jiang Xingzhou had turned on the video recording function, Song Ci held his breath and concentrated, no longer as relaxed as before.
She first prepared the side dishes, then lit the fire, heated the pan and added cold oil, and when the oil was hot, she put the eggs in and fried them.
Next is to fry the tomatoes until they release their juice. When the house is filled with the aroma of tomatoes, add the prepared sauce and then pour in the eggs.
Song Ci still didn't take off her clothes. Halfway through, Jiang Xingzhou asked her, "Are you hot?"
Song Ci turned around, her little face turned pink, as if she had put on blush.
"It's hot," she said pitifully.
Jiang Xingzhou laughed: "Why don't you take it off if you're hot?"
Song Ci hesitated for a moment and said, "You will worry."
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
Hmm, now I remember, he said just now that he didn't want her to cook such a complicated dish because he was afraid that she would be tired.
Song Dynasty porcelain is a master at drawing inferences from one instance.
He was worried that she was tired and overheated.
I don’t know what’s going on in Song Ci’s little head. Even though she is hot, he doesn’t want her to take off her coat.
"I'd be worried if you did that, too."
Jiang Xingzhou freed one hand and wiped away the thin layer of sweat on Song Ci's forehead: "You are sweating, take it off quickly."
Song Ci said "Oh", put down the spatula, and took off her clothes obediently.
Jiang Xingzhou looked at her movements and couldn't help but say, "Why are you so stupid?"
The word that came out of his mouth was "silly", but the tone gave people the feeling that he was completely doting on Song Ci and saying that she was cute.
Silly and cute.
So well-behaved that it makes people feel distressed.
Because it was dinner, Song Ci didn't cook that much. Jiang Xingzhou had a full bowl, while Song Ci only had half a bowl herself.
"Can you feel full by eating so little?"
"Sure." Song Ci still had a noodle in her mouth. After she finished speaking, she quickly closed her mouth and stuffed the noodles into her mouth bit by bit.
"Remember to tell me if you're not full." Jiang Xingzhou was still worried.
His behavior is the real-life version of my boyfriend thinking I’m not full.
"Okay." Song Ci didn't realize what was wrong. She sucked the noodles into her mouth and nodded.
Instead, it was Jiang Xingzhou on the opposite side who reacted incorrectly.
Tell him, what can he do
Could it be possible that he was going to give the noodles in his bowl to Song Ci
He had eaten that.
This action was too intimate. In Jiang Xingzhou's opinion, it was something only couples in love would do.
Besides, if you meet someone with mysophobia, you won’t be able to tolerate such behavior even if you are in love.
Although he knew that Song Ci was not such a person, but, all in all, this kind of behavior between them was crossing the line.
Seeing that Song Ci didn't react, he said no more and ate in silence.
After dinner, Jiang Xingzhou took the initiative to wash the dishes quickly. After washing, Jiang Xingzhou suddenly thought of Song Ci's waist and asked her: "Does your waist still hurt?"
He was so immersed in his own world in the past two days that he didn't even check on Song Ci's back injury.
Song Ci's face suddenly turned red, and she shook her head and stammered, "No, it doesn't hurt anymore."
After she finished speaking, Jiang Xingzhou suddenly said in annoyance: "I went to the clinic today and forgot to ask the doctor to see you."
"It's okay," Song Ci waved her hand quickly, "The marks have faded a lot."
"Is that so? That's good. Do you need me to help you take another look?"
He explained: "You can't see the back half either, let me help you check it out."
Song Ci suddenly became a repeater: "No, no, no, no, no need."
Her neck and cheeks turned red, and her voice couldn't be any lower: "I took the photo myself."