Song Anyi hummed, what to order, her brother didn't join in...
However, she has an old problem of low blood sugar, and she must eat something after a lot of work, otherwise she will feel dizzy and uncomfortable, and even feel nausea and heart palpitations in severe cases, so even if she announces that there is no afternoon tea, she will still "for herself" Prepare some snacks.
Song Anyi took out a round rice ball from her backpack. "I made it this morning. It tastes like meat floss. It tastes very refreshing with the addition of basil leaves."
Zhou Yue happily took the rice ball. "Thank you, Sister Anyi, then half of us?"
Song Anyi shook her head. "No, just eat it, I still have it in my bag."
In addition to this one, there are actually two in the backpack, one of which is also added with someone's favorite dried radish. I don't know why she is "habitually" preparing snacks for three people?! What's up with the spicy radish? People are not uncommon.
Zhou Yue nestled in the corner of the sofa holding the rice ball, like a little squirrel protecting food, enjoying one bite after another. Rice balls are An Yi's sister's specialty snack, and there are many variations of ingredients, so it's delicious no matter what kind of flavor you have.
Zhou Yue was satisfied, but Zhou Mo didn't understand why only his sister had rice balls
Song Anyi ignored Professor Zhou's questioning eyes and the habitual alienation and arrogance between her brows. She turned to clean up, and would rather go back to the car and eat the rice balls than be seen by him, hum!
"Brother, I won't give you half of the rice ball." Zhou Yue drew the line inarticulately.
Zhou Mo looked at Miss Song's angry back, quietly thinking about the good taste of every rice ball in the past, and thinking about how to regain Miss Song's only good rice ball.
These are the conditions on Friday, and by the following Monday, the Cold War continues.
Because she didn't want to prepare three snacks for no reason, Song Anyi simply didn't prepare snacks today, but she seemed to overestimate her ability. .
She patted her chest and swallowed continuously, trying to suppress the uncomfortable feeling in her body, her mind went blank.
Suddenly, a red bean bread miraculously appeared in front of her.
Then a glass of fresh milk.
The chair on the side was pulled away, Zhou Mo took his seat, holding another red bean bread in his hand, and the mug on the table was light fragrant tea.
Maybe red bean bread can be exchanged for rice balls? Zhou Mo is trying to show his favor.
The uncomfortable situation made Song Anyi unable to play her personality. She picked up the red bean bread and ate several mouthfuls. The sweet and greasy taste quickly relieved the problem of low blood sugar, but she knew in her heart that the taste of the red bean bread sold in the convenience store was not what Professor Zhou would like. .
Sure enough, after only taking two bites, Zhou Mo put the red bean bread back on the table and drank tea with a frown.
"Too sweet." He criticized.
Song Anyi held the mug and sipped the ice-cold fresh milk. The beautiful lips hidden behind the mug were slightly curved. Perhaps under the cold and arrogant surface, Professor Zhou also hides a warm-hearted and helpful heart.
Even so, Song Anyi still couldn't calm down, no one wanted to put a hot face on a cold butt, she was really fed up with that indifferent man.
So the cold war continued on Wednesday, Miss Song was on Bluetooth, and there were more calls than usual that day. She answered all the callers' questions one by one, and the cleaning work at hand seemed like an instinctive reaction, without any delay.
Zhou Mo sat in the living room to observe, he was sure of Miss Song's work ability, but he still didn't understand how a woman could be angry for so long, and it was hard to please
Seeing that Miss Song finished her work, she took off her apron, tidied up her appearance and prepared to leave—it seemed that she had no plans for afternoon tea.
He felt he should take the initiative. "Aren't you dizzy?"
Seeing Professor Zhou's sudden questioning, Song Anyi was stunned and stopped. "Not dizzy."
Before coming to clean, she had already eaten a large bowl of dry noodles and wonton soup.
"Maybe you will faint after a while."
"..." Song Anyi was speechless, what did the indifferent and capricious Professor Zhou want to express
Zhou Mo continued: "There is red bean bread on the table."
Song Anyi was taken aback by Professor Zhou's sudden kindness. She walked quickly to the dining table, and really saw the same combination as the day before yesterday, red bean bread, a cup of fresh milk and a cup of tea from two convenience stores.
There are no shops or restaurants near this mansion and mansion. There is a chain of convenience stores only after walking out of the alley. Usually Zhou Yue is Professor Zhou's errand and is in charge of all affairs, including shopping. Professor Zhou rarely goes out to buy a pack of cigarettes. And some much-needed daily necessities, except for teaching and work, this man hardly stays at home.
Song Anyi walked back to the living room, a little unwilling and a little struggling. She didn't want to give in because of a few red bean breads, but she was a little moved.
"You don't usually eat red bean bread, it's too sweet for your liking."
Zhou Mo pondered for a moment and then said, "It's too sweet, but I don't know what to buy. At least this sweetness will relieve your dizziness caused by low blood sugar."
Whether it was Professor Zhou who rarely said such a long sentence or his good intentions, even if his tone was still indifferent, Song Anyi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. As she thought, Professor Zhou does have a warm heart. Even if he doesn't know much about grooming or interpersonal relationships, he is indeed a warm hearted person. Then she has a lot of adults and will send him recipes. Treat your actions as unintentional!
So the Cold War is finally over.
On Friday, saying goodbye to the rainy days, the weather cleared up, and the sun suddenly appeared. Zhou Mo sat on the teacher's chair in the study. He felt that he said goodbye to the misery at home for nearly two weeks, and returned to laughter again.
"Let me tell you, the longan rice cakes this time are really different. I study blogger's articles very seriously, and strictly observe the ingredients and cooking time. There is no reason to be successful!" Song Anyi said happily.
Zhou Mo's gesture of good will indeed have obvious effect. Miss Song is no longer angry, but he still doesn't understand why the rice ball he was thinking about didn't appear, but the longan rice cake instead
With the same seat and the same sunshine, Song Anyi prepared warm herbal tea, cut the longan rice cake into bite-sized pieces, and placed it beautifully on the dessert plate.
"Professor Zhou, try it?"
Can you try it
Even if Zhou Mo doesn't understand the secrets of a woman's heart, he also understands that in order to maintain Miss Song's good mood, he must eat this longan rice cake, but to be honest, he doesn't like the sweetness of longan.