Yu Zihuan was awakened when the milk pot fell to the ground. When Yu Zhile made his first scream because of the boiling water splashing on the back of his hand, he lifted the towel and was rushed out.
Yu Zhile jumped his feet in pain, but he was afraid that he would wake up Yu Zihuan, so he bit the knuckle of his right index finger and dared not scream out loud.
Yu Zihuan glanced at the messy kitchen, avoided the eggs on the ground, stepped forward to help Yu Zhile to the sink, quickly pulled her forearm, and put her left hand under the faucet and dashed.
After the emergency treatment, Yu Zihuan helped Yu Zhile to sit down on the sofa again, took out the medicine box on tiptoe, pulled out the scald cream, sat on the edge of the sofa, lowered his head and carefully applied medicine to the scalded area on the back of Yu Zhile's hand.
Yu Zhile was very embarrassed, she said several times to let her come by herself, but Yu Zihuan stubbornly grabbed her forearm.
After applying the medicine, Yu Zihuan took the mop and went to clean the kitchen. Yu Zhile hurriedly leaned over and said, "Don't throw those two eggs away, you can still eat them."
"understood."
Yu Zihuan finished cleaning Yu Zhile's mess with a sullen face, put the washed eggs on a plate and brought them over. Seeing that Yu Zhile wanted to get up, he pushed her back on the sofa.
"What do you want to do with your hands like this?"
"You can't just have an egg for breakfast, I'll cook some oatmeal." Yu Zhile wanted to stand up again, but Yu Zihuan gave him a stare.
"Don't move, you'll burn your other hand too." Seeing Yu Zhile sitting back, Yu Zihuan's face softened, "I'll cook, you can rest for a while."
Yu Zhile looked at him suspiciously, and taught uneasy, "You boil the water, and then..."
Yu Zihuan put the egg on the coffee table, looked down at her and said, "I know how to cook."
Then turned around and went to the kitchen. Yu Zhile heard the sound of him picking up water and starting a fire in the kitchen. Thinking that he was so smart, there should be no problem. After the scald on his hand was treated, it didn't hurt as much as it did at the beginning. Yu Zhile, who was relaxed, became sleepy again. He leaned his head back on the sofa and fell asleep at some point.
When he woke up again, Yu Zhile looked at the sun outside the window and said that his heart was broken. It didn't look like the sun in the morning. Sure enough, he looked at his watch and it was past ten o'clock.
She has to go to work in the supermarket today, which is too late.
Yu Zhile looked at a bowl of almost dried oatmeal and the remaining egg on the coffee table. Yu Zihuan should have had breakfast, but he didn't wake her up when he saw her sleeping on the sofa.
"Xiao Huan, why didn't you call me?" She said as she stood up and prepared to change.
Hearing her movement, Yu Zihuan came out of the bedroom, saw her clumsily pulling the hem of her T-shirt with one hand, knew what she was going to do, and hurriedly said, "I see that you look very sleepy, so I want to let her go. Get more sleep."
Yu Zhile had his back turned to his direction, but when he heard him come out and stopped changing his clothes, he turned around and said, "But over there in the supermarket..."
"I called Sister Li to ask for leave for you. It's not convenient to do things even if your hands are gone."
When Yu Zhile heard that she had already asked for leave for her, she was a little relieved, thinking that what Yu Zihuan said made sense, and she had hardly rested for more than a month, so it was not bad to take a rare vacation.
I just don't know if the leave is deducted or not.
Thinking of this, Yu Zhile couldn't relax again.
"You..." Yu Zihuan saw Yu Zhile sitting back on the sofa a little gloomy, and walked over and sat down beside her, "How come in the morning..."
Yu Zihuan's words were vague, but Yu Zhile understood that he wanted to ask how she could go wrong with such a simple task as poached eggs.
"I didn't sleep well last night, so I didn't take it easy. It's nothing."
Yu Zihuan nodded and swept the living room. The light in his eyes was dimmed by the cover of his eyelashes. He thought of the reason, "Is it because it's too hot, so I can't sleep?"
Yu Zhile, who was seen through, was slightly surprised, so Yu Zihuan knew that he guessed correctly, "Let's put the fan on your side at night."
Yu Zhile waved his hands again and again, "No, I can make do with it. Besides, if you don't have the fan, you won't be able to fall asleep."
Yu Zihuan stared at her and didn't speak. Yu Zhile knew that he was stubborn again, and was about to say a few more words to show that she was fine and could withstand the high temperature, but Yu Zihuan said, "You go to my room to sleep at night."
Then he went to the living room to sleep? How is this different from the previous option
"Then you still can't blow the fan." Yu Zhile couldn't turn the corner and looked at Yu Zihuan dumbfounded.
Yu Zihuan's speechless eyes made her feel like she said something stupid. He was silent for a few seconds and said, "I mean, you and I are sleeping in my room."
This surprised Yu Zhile. From the day she met Yu Zihuan, she realized that this child attaches great importance to personal space and privacy, so she also avoided suspicion, and made a clear distinction with him, and never entered the bedroom without permission. Trying to avoid physical contact, I never thought that he would actually offer to let her sleep in the bedroom this time.
"You don't want to?" Yu Zihuan's face sank when he saw Yu Zhile's lack of response.
"No, no, of course I would." Yu Zhile was just thinking that the space in the bedroom was so small that she could probably sleep with a fan on the floor.
The gloomy look on Yu Zihuan's face returned to clear, and he lowered his eyes to see a few small blisters on the back of Yu Zhile's hand, "I'm going to cook today."
In fact, Yu Zhile's scald is not serious, but it's best not to get wet, otherwise it will be troublesome if she gets infected. Although she is not too strict, she is also a woman, and she doesn't want to have scars on such an obvious place on the back of her hand, so No excuses.
During the summer vacation, the lunch for two people usually needs to be solved in the supermarket, so they are all leftovers from the night before or prepared in advance, so that they can be packed in a lunch box in the morning and taken to the supermarket to heat in a microwave oven.
Therefore, lunch is easy to solve. Yu Zihuan may not be able to solve the complicated process. It is still possible to simply warm up the shrimp and spinach from last night. Yu Zhile leaned on the kitchen door and stretched his neck to watch. He originally wanted to give some pointers. Yes, like an old hand.
Seeing that Yu Zihuan was almost done, Yu Zhile filled the rice, pinched his chopsticks and waited eagerly for him to serve the meat and vegetables on the table, took a chopstick and put the spinach in his mouth, looked at Yu Zihuan and said, "I can't see it, You are quite skilled."
Yu Zihuan glanced at her and went to pick up the spinach. After chewing for a while, he said, "I used to cook when my grandmother was not feeling well."
Although not as rich as the dishes Yu Zhile cooked for him.
It was only later that he didn't have his grandmother's retirement salary, so he couldn't afford anything else, so he kept eating instant noodles.
Yu Zhile looked at his expression, afraid that he would be sad when he thought of his grandmother again, so he quickly nodded to praise him to change the topic, "Okay, good cooking skills, boys who know how to cook are a bonus."
"Extra points?" Yu Zihuan raised his eyes and glanced at her.
"Uh..." Yu Zhile wanted to say that chasing after his girlfriend's cooking skills in the future would be a plus, but he felt that it was not good to instill such knowledge in Yu Zihuan so early, so he hesitated for a while and had an idea, "Well, it's where I seem to be watching. You can get extra points for the college entrance examination as a first-level chef. But maybe I remembered it wrongly, eat and eat."
Under the enormous pressure of Yu Zihuan's suspicious gaze, Yu Zhile grabbed a shrimp for him as if nothing had happened.
Yu Zhile, who was rarely free in the afternoon, actually felt a little lonely. Yu Zihuan was studying in the bedroom. She was lying at the window in the living room looking at the scenery for a while. , dazed himself before falling back on the sofa.
"It's so boring." Yu Zhile, who was shaking his palm fan in a daze, slumped on the sofa in a daze, and began to think wildly in his mind again.
Speaking of which, when she first came through, she also thought about using the opportunities she had mastered to make a fortune, but then she was busy with work and taking care of Yu Zihuan, so she forgot about it, and now she is free. Get bored, and move out unrealistic fantasies, such as buying a lottery ticket, speculating in stocks, doing business, and getting rich overnight.
As a result, after thinking about it, these are probably only fantasies.
If she went back to her hometown, she would have known what was worth speculating since 2005, but she only came to S city when she went to college in 2011, and what she knew about S city before 11 years was 10 It is often seen on TV and the Internet during the World Expo in 2008.
So apart from being ten years older for no reason, what did she do when she wore it back
Waiting for the Internet, Yu Zhile was shocked and sat upright on the sofa. In 2015, the number of online novels has reached the level of flooding, only you can't think of it, and no author dares to write, but in 2005, even time-travel novels were considered a new subject. Does her knowledge of online novels count as an opportunity for her? In her spare time in college, in addition to chasing dramas, she also reads novels, and she also reads various styles of web articles.
Yu Zhile thought about it carefully, and felt that this route was relatively feasible, but the trouble was that she didn't have a computer at home. If she wanted to find a website to publish, she had to go to an Internet cafe.
But at least there was a direction, and more importantly, Yu Zhile found something to do for this boring afternoon.
The first is to determine the theme. She remembered that several time-travel novels were popular around 2005, which set off a wave of time-travel literature represented by Qingchuan. , and although she is really useless compared to those time-travel girls who went back to the ancient times and got so prosperous, but she is a real time-traveler, and writing a time-travel article can be used to express what she can't say to anyone. mind.
The second is the story line and character setting. Yu Zhile is not a very creative person, and the history is not very good, but she can't do the shameless plagiarism of copying the novels she has read before. How did the blood come? Based on the background of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, let's write a story about Mary Sue, who has opened her golden fingers in an alternate history, and fascinated thousands of males.
I went to Yu Zihuan and asked for some scratch paper and pencils. Yu Zhile completed her story outline in one afternoon. At the end of the writing, the heroine Mary Su, despite the persuasion of many men who were obsessed with her, sacrificed her life for the country, leaving a memorable passage for future generations. Yu Zhile was a little moved, and almost squeezed out two precious tears when the emperor of the enemy country, who had been in love with and killed each other with the heroine, was heartbroken and vomited blood on the spot.
Yu Zhile, who was immersed in the small theater in his head, did not notice that Yu Zihuan came out of the room. He was still admiring his outline and sighing for the fate of the characters in his pen, when the scratch paper in his hand was suddenly taken away.
Yu Zihuan stared at the densely packed draft paper full of pencil words, with ten lines at a glance. Before Yu Zhile jumped up and snatched it away, he had already looked at it.
Yu Zhile took back the scratch paper and hid it behind him, looking around unnaturally, "You, didn't you see anything?"
Yu Zihuan saw everything, he shook his head, looked at Yu Zhile and sighed: "What the hell are you thinking about?"
Yu Zhile blushed. Yu Zihuan was too embarrassed to see such a story of Mary Sue. Yu Zihuan was so embarrassed that he didn't make any further comments, and said casually, "Let's go shopping."