On the Internet, Chen Qingci, who does not eat the world of fireworks, is actually more of Mo Qingcheng, who likes food.
The angel fell into the kitchen, adding more and more real breath.
Gu Sheng and Jumei chatted casually, cooking porridge again, washing and cutting vegetables from the refrigerator. TT, who doesn't cook much at home... I hope she won't be too embarrassed in front of these two big men.
"He has been out of the circle for two or three years," Jumei suddenly turned the subject, "I don't have time, so I don't care about any gossip in any circle." Gu Sheng turned on the switch of the rice cooker, not quite understanding Jumei What you really want to say, look at him in doubt.
"Do you know the reposting incident that he had before?"
"knowledge."
Is that the only black history of Cinchez? In fact, he was kind enough to find a pet by someone @了什么, and reposted it with help, but finally found that the post was just a fraudulent repost, and the pet owner's phone number left was also a toll number.
After it was confirmed, he deleted Weibo immediately and sent an apology.
But he couldn't stop a large number of black posts, blacked him from start to finish, and in the end he was very sure that he was the planner of the whole thing, and even shared the profit with that toll number...
For three full months, fans and black people quarreled, and malicious passers-by added fuel and jealousy. Even now, when there is a post on the gossip two-dimensional circle in various forums, some people will say that it is true...
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
How red people are, there will be so many jealous people...
She liked his voice the night she liked, and when she knew it, it was already last year.
But still feel that he is really wronged.
She poured oil into the pan and started to fry the mushrooms and choy sum.
"So, there is a kind of hatred called envy, jealousy, hatred," Jumei smiled and looked at her, "This kind of hatred, it is impossible to argue right or wrong, everything can only be left for time."
Jumei just wandered away...
Gu Sheng was stunned for a while, and suddenly understood what he was trying to say.
It’s the bad comments floating on the Internet... She pursed her lips and smiled. At noon, she was emotionally depressed because of this incident. The fact that Mo Qingcheng had a fever was mixed up, and it was nothing at all...
As for people, they are not responsible for talking when hiding behind a computer screen.
So, when you turn off the computer, everything is gone.
She finished sautéing the shiitake mushroom and vegetable heart, put it on a porcelain plate, and put it on the table in the dining room.
Ten minutes is almost...
What's next...
That's it, I'm going to look at the web page again. Depressed, she went back to the room with the top card, held his laptop, and looked at the opened web page. She sat on the sofa and saw that the first card came off the bed again. Her head was really big: "Don't get up frequently... the cold will get worse." Although he had been forced by himself to wear long-sleeved sportswear.
But it’s really not good for someone with a fever to walk around like this.
T. T...
Why would she face him and become such a mother-in-law...
He took the throat lozenges, put them in his mouth, sat down beside her, and pointed to his throat: "I don't have a fever, but my throat hurts, so it doesn't matter."
"I used to have a fever and I didn't have the energy to get out of bed for a day."
Mo Qingcheng smiled indifferently: "I used to have a fever in the morning, and I was called to work in the afternoon and worked until the next morning."
… Is this an unfailing rhythm
Gu Sheng frowned: "Don't your parents feel bad about it... let you work like this."
"Fortunately, one of them is in the liver transplantation center, and the other is out of heart. It would be great for two people to sit down and eat two meals a week. That's why I chose a more relaxed cardiology department. I should... I work hard."
Isn't it pediatric
The intelligence of the old grandma to the door is really unreliable...
But when it comes to the heart, is it really "relatively easy"... Her understanding of hospitals is still the same as that of ordinary people, and occasionally there are too many people and doctors are not good. Although since I knew he was a doctor, I thought the angel in white was much more cute, but... I still don't understand.
She could only mumble vaguely, and continued to look down at the recipe.
Then it's easy to do. Mix the rice noodles and beef he prepared, put them in the egg tart mold, steam for 12 minutes, and then drizzle with hot sesame oil. A very good dish, most of the preparatory work was actually done by him.
Mo Qingcheng was eating throat lozenges, and occasionally there was the sound of the candy hitting his teeth.
She remembered that when she just wanted to put the computer aside, she felt her shoulders heavy, and his chin was placed on her shoulders... The voice was in her ears, and she whispered: "My hard-working girlfriend, make dinner for me. ."
The warm breath of the breath, and the sound...
Her most difficult voice...
His voice was vague, and he continued to say very softly: "Thank you for coming with me."
…
She replied softly: "I'm afraid you are at home... just in case no one takes care of..."
So quiet for a few seconds.
She seemed to feel it, as if he wanted to...
The blood rushed up again, her neck was red, and she immediately put down the computer and ran away: "I'm going to cook."
This one went into the kitchen until the meal was finished, and then looked at the two men who had already prepared, eating scallions mixed with tofu and drinking porridge, silently sitting next to Mo Qingcheng. The two were chatting casually, and Jumei was talking, and when it came to the upcoming anniversary of Perfection, Jumei was serious: "You must raise your throat by that day."
Mo Qingcheng ate tofu with chopsticks one bite at a time: "Eating does not talk about work."
Beautifully screamed, smiled and squinted at Gu Sheng for three seconds. She saw that she was creepy, and then she continued to ask Mo Qingcheng: "I didn't ruin anything good, did I?"
Gu Sheng was taking a sip of porridge and almost choked...
"Don't be too much." Mo Qingcheng squinted his eyes and continued to eat tofu in one bite. It was a delightful enmity...
Jumei laughed, and the topic quickly turned to her annual physical examination. As he said, he went and fetched the physical examination report and handed it to Mo Qingcheng. Mo Qingcheng flipped through it: "There is nothing wrong with it. It’s so good. If you don’t pay attention, you should have fatty liver." Jumei sighed and looked after her: "You said, guard him, I guess anyone can eat something wrong."
Gu Sheng felt that this statement made sense, and nodded: "It is better to match meat and vegetables, and occasionally eat whole grains or something."
Stunningly beautiful: "Fight, I eat polenta when he is not at home."
Gu Sheng chuckled, lowered his head and continued to drink porridge.
Unexpectedly, after taking a sip just now, Jumei added with earnest words: "So you should also pay attention to marrying him in the future."
A mouthful of porridge got stuck in my throat.
It was so hot that her tears came down...