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How to make loquat paste? I really want to roar three times, Zhuoyang, do you have any common sense
But I soon remembered that I had personally delivered the soaked loquat paste to Zhuoyang, and almost fed it to him myself. I guess I have spoiled him over the years, so that without my care, he seems to have become an idiot in life.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Finally, I heard my indifferent voice: "Soak it in water. If you don't mind it being a bit greasy, you can eat it directly."
After saying that, I ignored Zhuo Yang and limped back to my room.
In this way, Zhuoyang and I started a semi-cohabitation life.
In fact, although we are semi-living together, we rarely have the chance to meet each other.
I was trapped by Zhuo Yang. Now the scandals among Song Yu, Hu Ling and the mysterious woman, that is, me, were all over the city. If I went out, I would only give the paparazzi new topics to talk about.
For example, what is the story that the president of Excellence Culture and his ex-wife have to tell? The dream of a wealthy family is shattered by a mysterious woman
I stayed obediently in Zhuoyang's small suite.
However, according to my understanding of Zhuoyang, he has always hated me. Although we are married, I don't think this feeling has improved.
If I were him, I would just throw a bunch of food and disappear forever.
But Zhuoyang comes back every day.
I was a little confused. Did I occupy Zhuo Yang's most important nest? He had to come back, and his face was getting uglier day by day
I think I think too much.
So I no longer pay too much attention to Zhuoyang.
It's like losing interest in something, and then losing interest in its related products as well.
My daily life is just sleeping, eating, and sleeping, living a life of drunkenness and dreams like a pig.
Although I know Zhuoyang comes back every day, we rarely meet.
The reason is simple: we have different schedules.
I play computer games until 10 o'clock every night and then go to bed, but Zhuoyang is usually not back by then.
Logically, I should get up early since I go to bed early... But I have been too idle lately and have lost my former diligence. I usually sleep until noon the next day.
At that time, Zhuoyang had already gone to work and had no habit of coming back for lunch.
That's fine.
Out of sight, out of mind, right
That day broke the surprise.
I had nothing to do that day. Although I cooked the same few dishes every day, I was tired of them.
I thought it was okay, I didn’t know when my leg injury would heal, and I was a parasite who couldn’t go anywhere anyway, so I might as well make good use of my spare time.
That noon, I tried the pasta that I learned about on Weibo.
The thick tomato sauce smells delicious when poured over the pasta.
I took a deep breath and was about to start when I suddenly heard the sound of the doorknob turning.
At that time, my first reaction was that I was exposed and the paparazzi came to my door.
But I quickly realized that the person used a key to open the door, so there was no doubt that it must be the owner of this small apartment who had returned.
That’s right, Zhuo Yang is back.
He was obviously surprised to see me eating. Of course, I didn't know whether he was surprised that I was eating pasta, or was shocked that I was wearing one of his shirts and eating pasta barefoot on his sofa
I didn't want to pursue any of this. I just held my noodles and walked quickly towards the living room.
I didn't want to say hello. I thought Zhuoyang just came back to get something and would leave soon.
As it turned out, my guess was correct.
Zhuo Yang really came back to get the documents.
But he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he looked at me with interest. "What are you eating?"
"Pasta." I slurped the noodles, looking very satisfied.
Of course, I asked politely, "Have you eaten?"
The answer I expected was: I have already eaten, thank you for your concern. Or no answer at all, just turn around and leave.
Anyway, these two situations are what Zhuo Yang is best at.
However, things happened again beyond my expectations.
Zhuo Yang actually sat down in front of me, his eyes fixed on me, and he praised the pasta on my plate without hesitation: "It looks good."
I felt a little proud and puffed out my chest, "Of course, let's see whose cooking skills are better."
Zhuo Yang was silent, but his eyes looked a little strange.
Is it my illusion? Zhuo Yang's eyes are dark and deep. Generally speaking, when he has this kind of eyes, it means he wants to make love with me...
I couldn't help but shiver, and I didn't want to eat the pasta that I thought was delicious.
I ran straight back to my room.
As for what Zhuo Yang wants to do, I don’t want to know at all.
I closed the door and calmed down, but kept my ear pressed against the door, paying close attention to Zhuo Yang's every move.
Oh my God, could it be that Zhuo Yang was so hungry and thirsty that he wanted to quench his fire with me? You know, we have lived together for so many years, and I automatically ignored his other expressions, but I remember the look of deep desire clearly.
I licked my lips and then spat on myself.
Zhuo Yang hasn't even made a move yet, but I'm already thirsty?!
No, no, I must calm down!
I took a deep breath and turned around in the room, and finally I didn't hear any movement from Zhuo Yang for a long time. I pressed against the door and heard some slight noises coming from outside.
"What is that?" I was stunned, touching my ear, "But it seems that the sound... seems a little familiar."
Bang, bang - just as I was thinking about all sorts of things, there was a knock on my door.
I was startled and thought Zhuoyang would rush in.
Unexpectedly, the other party just said politely outside the door: "I'm going to work. By the way, the pasta is good, but it's a little too bland."
"… "
I opened the door belatedly, and then what did I find
The pasta that I spent the whole afternoon cooking was now cleaned up by Zhuoyang, even the tomato juice was licked clean.
Because Zhuoyang ate my lunch and I was too lazy to move, I could only eat a few bags of potato chips to satisfy my craving.
While throwing potato chips into my mouth, I was thinking about things.
Do you feel like there is something strange? But you can't remember what it is
Finally, I focused my attention on the plate of leftovers in the dining room...
That’s right! I patted my knees! I remembered.
I remember when I was young, I once read a short love story on the Internet.
I was very touched at that time. The male protagonist always took the initiative to eat the food left by the female protagonist, and he persisted in this for thirty years.
I was very inspired that night and deliberately put the beef I had taken a bite of into Zhuoyang's bowl.
result-
He was so nauseated that he vomited and slammed the table.
But-
What is he doing now? Did I not remind him that I have already eaten a few bites of that plate of pasta
I was holding a big bag of potato chips and suddenly smiled sinisterly.
I guess Zhuo Yang will vomit to death today.
However, Zhuoyang returned normally in the evening.
Not only is it normal, but the complexion is much better than before.
Also, doesn't he usually wait until I go to bed before coming back? I understand his mind. He hates someone but has to live with her under the same roof, so he can only reduce the chances of meeting her as much as possible...
So did Zhuo Yang take the wrong medicine today
"What did you cook? It smells so good." Zhuo Yang put down his briefcase, rushed directly to the kitchen and stood behind me.
I felt a little awkward and stood aside. "Nothing... Tomato meatball soup..."
"It smells good." Zhuo Yang nodded and praised.
I nodded too, but didn't say anything. I just concentrated on stirring the meatballs in the pot.
The tender white meatballs all floated up, and now there is the freshness of meat and the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes. I also creatively added cucumbers and daylilies...
It smells nice.
I thought happily that because Zhuoyang ate my lunch at noon today, I cooked a little more in the evening.
However, even if a little more was cooked, there would be no portion for Zhuo Yang.
I glanced at him warily and found that he was looking at me in a daze.
I felt a little scared by being stared at, and my hand holding the spatula couldn't help but tremble.
"Zhuo Yang, what's wrong with you... What resentment do you have that you can vent directly... Otherwise... Otherwise, go to the balcony and yell a few times... I... I won't tell them that your name is Zhuo Yang... You... You are the president of Excellence Culture..."
My stuttering voice seemed to finally bring Zhuo Yang back to his senses. He looked at me with that condescending look again. To be exact, he looked at me with contempt, and then went into the study.
I breathed a sigh of relief and wondered if I could have a good dinner tonight.
I'm sorry, I really didn't think of inviting Zhuoyang to dinner.
I am no longer Zhuoyang's wife. He was the one who trapped me here in a despicable way. That's why I am not so self-abuse. I would not consider the feelings of the abuser after being abused.
To prevent any accidents, I found a large bowl and scooped up all the tomato meatballs in the pot, then happily ate them by myself.
I think Zhuo Yang would not be interested in the tomato meatballs that are covered with my saliva.
The more I thought about it, the better it felt, and suddenly my appetite was whetted.
The tomato meatballs are just out of the pot and are a little hot.
I hadn't taken a few bites when I looked up and found Zhuo Yang standing in front of me with an expressionless face.
Is it my illusion? Is there a hint of accusation in the way he looks at me
But I think I didn't do anything to let him down? The look in his eyes... I felt really wronged.
"Um... did I disturb you?" I was always able to move forward and backward, holding the bowl. I was ready to evacuate the position.
"I'm going back to the house to eat."
"An Yue!" I vaguely heard Zhuo Yang squeeze out my name from between his teeth.
"What...what are you doing?" I turned around tremblingly, and saw Zhuo Yang rushing into the kitchen...
He took out another set of bowls and chopsticks.