Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

The new house has all the necessities for daily use. Song Xiaowu, who moved in completely with his bags, didn’t feel tired after moving in. He took a shower, opened a bag of toast for dinner, calculated the time difference, and started sending messages to Li Tianqi.

Li Tianqi was preparing lunch at his parents' house, while his sister was helping him.The two old people went out early in the morning, and before leaving, the father smiled and explained that they would not come back for lunch, and the mother scolded him for being slow.The two brothers and sisters knew that today was their parents' wedding anniversary, and the father was going to take the mother out to play, and the old man felt embarrassed, so they pretended not to know anything, agreed naturally, and then pretended to be busy.

There was only lunch left for the siblings, and Li Tianxin looked at more than half of the sweet dishes on the table, as well as the brother next to him who raised his mouth and focused on sending messages, and sighed helplessly.

Even though I'm not single, why do I still feel like the whole world is in love except me?

"Brother," she said as she took a bite of the squirrel mandarin fish - in all fairness, the taste is really good.It was with great difficulty that she called back to her brother whose old house was on fire, "You and...Xiao Wu, what are your plans for the future?"

Li Tianqi was stunned for a moment, and then felt that it was not surprising that his sister would find out. After thinking for a while, he said: "I have planned well before, but it is inevitable that there will be times when the plan cannot keep up with the changes... I can only say that no matter what the future holds, I would like to go on like this with him forever.”

Hearing what he said, Li Tianxin said, "You don't have to worry too much about Mom, at least she's not particularly unacceptable now. Dad, you have to talk about it slowly, maybe it will take longer."

Li Tianqi nodded and didn't tell his younger sister about the Yao family, but couldn't help but said: "I haven't done anything for my family for so many years, now that I'm back, my parents have to face this kind of thing..."

Li Tianxin took his hand: she had already heard similar words from her mother, on the night when Li Tianqi lived at home for the first time.She got up in the middle of the night to drink water, only to find her mother lying on the bed and secretly wiping tears. At that time, the mother had already seen that her son had an unusual relationship with the boy who had been with him, but she couldn't open her mouth—how could she Talk to a son who has been separated from her for ten years, to interfere with his right to choose a lover, even if their relationship is destined to be difficult?

But Li Tianxin would not tell Li Tianqi about this.She sat with her mother all night, persuading her that at least the current domestic environment has become more tolerant than before. My brother has his own small business and is in the capital. There is no pressure from public opinion to lead his colleagues, and others have no time to care about his private life. No matter what, the only thing that makes my brother care is nothing more than the attitude of their family members.

Seeing his mother's silence, Li Tianxin added: "They have lived together for eight years."

Time is always a force that no one can defeat.Li Tianxin couldn't help but sigh a little, the subtle but real sense of distance between them and his brother was caused by time, and in the end it could only be slowly dispelled by time.

As long as the result is good, the twists and turns in the process are worth it.My brother is with Song Xiaowu, she is with He Yang, and so is their family.

Yuan Ke took a deep breath, sat on the edge of the bed and began to dial the phone.

Her friends were frolicking in the bride-to-be's room, excited for a while by the newly delivered bridesmaid dresses and revised wedding procedures.

The gorgeous costumes and grand banquets are indeed the most attractive. After all, for most of the girls in this group, the beginning and ending of the blind date and marriage arranged by the elders are destined to be very boring.

Today's brides-to-be are a lucky few.The groom is her classmate in Citigroup. One of her parents is an obstetrician and the other is a dentist. They are standard middle-class parents.

But Yuan Ke doesn't have to be this minority.She doesn't hate Song Xiaowu, and she doesn't even hate homosexuality.The youngest son of the Yao family is already the most ideal choice under the premise that she and her family agree with each other.

She was in a trance for a long time, so that when she heard "Hello" from the receiver, Song Xiaowu's tone was already a little puzzled.

Yuan Ke came to his senses, and said in a brisk tone: "My bridesmaid's dress is here. Send me a photo of the dress you want to wear, and I'll see if it matches."

Song Xiaowu smiled and said, "I'm moving, and all my clothes are packed in the box. How about sending them to you in two days?"

"There are still three days until my wedding. You can send it to me in two days? What house are you moving at this time?"

Song Xiaowu smiled: "The house my brother found, isn't it inconvenient to live in a relative's house all the time."

"It means that you still plan to stay in Citigroup permanently?"

Song Xiaowu didn't answer her question, but said: "Then you come over and clean it up with me? After it's over, it's time for you to judge whether my clothes can be worn or not..."

"That's more or less..." Yuan Ke reluctantly agreed, "Oh, hurry up and send me the address."

Song Xiaowu hung up the phone and entered a string of addresses into his mobile phone. He couldn't help shaking his head and smiling: The conversation between him and Yuan Ke fit the situation and was logical. The only flaw was that it wasn't Yuan Ke's usual style of talking to him.

Subjectively, I feel that this thing sounds pretty cool, but the other party is not Mr. Yao or Yao Jian. In terms of watertightness, Yuan Ke is far worse than these two.

But they really don't need to make any calculations. If they think that power alone is not enough, coupled with feelings, it is actually enough to make Song Xiaowu powerless to fight.

Song Xiaowu's dresses were all prepared by Yao Jian before, and the texture and workmanship were naturally impeccable.Because I heard from Yuan Ke that almost all the people invited to the wedding banquet were people of the same age, Song Xiaowu didn't plan to wear that troublesome morning dress, but chose a slightly less restrictive tuxedo.

Black dress, white bow tie, white pocket square, standard configuration, Yuan Ke probably can't find any faults.

Yuan Ke looked at the dress hanging on the closet door, then looked back at the confident Song Xiaowu, smiled, then reached out and pulled out the white pocket square, stuffing in a light purple one.

"This color is not suitable..." Song Xiaowu said.

"I think it's appropriate, so it's decided." Yuan Ke smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "You can't change it on your own, ah."

Song Xiaowu watched Yuan Ke walk past him calmly, and went downstairs lightly.

"Hey, it's a good thing I didn't buy any bread." Yuan Ke saw several bags of toast on the coffee table in the living room, and couldn't help saying, "You must have lived your life in a perfunctory way."

She turned around, looked at Song Xiaowu who was following downstairs in her flip flops, and asked, "Shouldn't someone come to cook and do housework?"

"My brother will definitely bring someone with him when he comes over. I just have the opportunity to be lazy, wander around, and eat casually in the past few days." Song Xiaowu opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of milk and handed it to Yuan. Ke: "There are no other drinks, I think this one is not bad."

"Full fat?" Yuan Ke shook her head, "Forget it." She sat on the sofa and took out a few boxes of fruit in a paper bag: "How about making a fruit salad, my girl's specialty."

Song Xiaowu sighed and asked, "Do you want Yangchun noodles? I'll cook them."

Yuan Ke is from Jinzhou, so he obviously doesn't know what Yangchun noodles are, so he readily agreed when he heard the name was good.

Song Xiaowu went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water, poured enough noodles for two people, threw in a few lettuces that were supposed to be sandwiched in the toast, and beat two poached eggs. Drizzled a few drops of olive oil instead, and sprinkled with a little salt.

After bringing it to the dining room, Yuan Ke got up and cleared the table, found two wine glasses, poured the red wine she brought, then took the bowl from Song Xiaowu's hand, looked at it: "Is this called Yangchun noodles?"

"Yes." Song Xiaowu sat down with a smile.His grandmother also cooked for him when he was a child. My grandmother is from Fucheng. There is no such name in the local area. Of course, he has never heard of it. At that time, I thought the name was nice and the taste was very good, probably because it was my grandmother's handicraft.

"Hmm..." Yuan Ke took a sip, "It's not bad, and it's cooked."

Seeing her bothering to praise, Song Xiaowu couldn't help laughing.

Obviously he can go to a restaurant outside to eat, but because he has no intention of expressing his intention to stay at home for a while, he offered to cook something by himself; obviously he prefers Western dishes, but he doesn't change his mind about the clear water noodles that he himself finds unpalatable. ..

Song Xiaowu used to always think that Yuan Ke was a little delicate but good-natured young lady, and it was rare for him to be able to chat with him.Now, after careful observation, I discovered many clues that she never cared about. She has been accommodating her own habits and preferences. As for her frank and casual personality, to what extent is it to prevent herself from being aware of her accommodating?

What kind of person are you?

are we friends?

"I can't take it anymore!" Yuan Ke put down his chopsticks and almost poured himself a big mouthful of red wine. "I can be sorry for my conscience but I can't be sorry for my stomach—please, don't go into the kitchen anymore, okay?"

Song Xiaowu looked at Yuan Ke's exaggerated expression, stood up for a moment, and said with a smile, "Order takeaway? Or go out to eat?"

Let's talk about other things after the wedding banquet.