apples more than anything

If you can't fall asleep, count sheep first. Although this method has not worked since childhood, it is worth a try.

Useless.

When you really can't sleep, let alone counting live sheep, counting the legs of lamb is useless.

Lei Qiu jumped up from the bed, paced by the window, imagining what it would have been like if Gong Xiao hadn't suddenly appeared just now.Thinking about it, she felt wrong. If Gong Xiao hadn't shown up, she might die of shame in 30 seconds.

The problem was that after returning, Gong Xiao was gone, and there was no night wind blowing from the artificial lake. Song Pingguo still avoided her and went to sleep in the bedroom. Obviously, she didn't want to answer!In other words, the kind Song Pingguo was afraid that her answer would hurt Leiqiu's feelings.

The more Leiqiu thought about it, the more he felt that let alone counting the roast leg of lamb, even giving her the roast leg of lamb was useless.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Raichu finally fell asleep.

Leiqiu had a dream. She dreamed that she was back when she was a child, and she was still in that small village, enduring the bad food in the school cafeteria, hoping to have a good meal when she went back at night.But the dishes that my mother brings to the table are always more vegetables and less meat. As long as Raichu protests, she will say: "I go to your school every Monday to look at the menu. You eat so good at noon, and you eat it at night. It will take a few months." Fat as a ball."

At that time, Leiqiu thought in his heart while chopping rice, you let me eat meat every day, even if I get fat into a ball, I will have no regrets.

After growing up, Leiqiu repented, and she realized that she didn't like meat, but delicious food.For Lei Qiu's mother and the master chef in the elementary school cafeteria, it is obviously much easier to make meat delicious than vegetables.

What's more, even the meat made by the master chef in the cafeteria is unpalatable.

After growing up, Leiqiu repented and found that he was a lucky one who couldn't eat fat—at least he was harder to eat and fat than ordinary people.

Recalling it now, Leiqiu’s childhood was still very happy, but remembering is one thing, and the experience of the person involved is another. Dreaming about it in such an uneasy late night is undoubtedly a nightmare.

What Leiqiu dreamed about was when she was in the first grade of elementary school. It was the happiest day since she was in elementary school. Because of the Dragon Boat Festival, the school added a dish. The three dishes were braised pork, fried amaranth and boiled prawns. Everyone also sent a sliced ​​salted duck egg. I don’t know whether this ingredient is too easy to make mistakes or the chef is in a good mood because of his extraordinary performance. The pork with thick gravy is placed on the rice in the Leiqiu bowl. On top, the stir-fried amaranth has the crispness and tenderness of stir-fried vegetables, and it is not fried into a limp like ordinary vegetables, let alone boiled prawns. Kneel down to the canteen master.

Until the second class in the afternoon, Lei Qiu was still savoring the oily yolk of salted duck eggs.

But in the dream, before Leiqiu had time to dig out the egg yolk, the director called out.

Oh no, it's the screen that changes.

Lei Qiu turned back into an adult who could eat more, and sat in front of a table of delicious food, with Xu Ran, Gong Xiaoye, Sang Zhi, and Lu An beside him—but Song Pingguo was missing.

Sitting on the chair, she twisted and twisted, looking for Song Pingguo everywhere, and finally saw her coming out of the kitchen with a bowl...and a pot, and put the pot of chicken soup in the middle of the table. Sit down on the empty seat beside her, grab the chopsticks with your right hand, reach under the table with your left hand, pinch Leiqiu's palm with your warm fingers, and complain next to her ear: "It's so hot."

While comforting Song Pingguo, Lei Qiu stretched out his chopsticks to snatch the chicken legs from the chicken soup, but the chopsticks were still half empty, and the chicken soup turned into a big row of rice.

She was dressed in Qing Dynasty palace attire, squatting under the eaves of Hengdian to eat boxed lunch.

At that time, Lei Qiu took a bite of the big rice, squatted there and thought, if this person is my mother, then my childhood must be much happier——but the master can't coax me to learn opera with her.

Meng Leiqiu didn't have time to eat a good meal in the previous two paragraphs. Since this meal was in front of her eyes, of course she couldn't miss it, and she poked her chopsticks on the big row.

Then she woke up.

Raichu struggled to support himself and pressed the alarm on the bedside table, feeling that he had no strength in his whole body. She had never been the kind of person with special self-control. In the situation of sleeping late last night and feeling uncomfortable in the morning, she chose to drill Go back to the quilt and sleep for a while.

When she woke up again, she felt that there was something cold in her mouth, which had no taste, but her body was hot, and it was quite comfortable to hold it, so she gnawed on it.

Lei Qiu lay with her eyes closed for a while, and suddenly felt that someone was going to take the thing out of her mouth, but she refused to say anything, exerted a little force on the upper and lower rows of teeth, and the other party let go immediately.

At first glance, it was made by picking soft persimmons.Raichu sarcastically.In this way, I can hit ten of them.

After a while, Song Pingguo's furious voice rang in Leiqiu's ear: "Raiqiu, if you bite the thermometer into pieces and drink the mercury, then I won't have time to call an ambulance to save you."

Ok?

Lei Qiu quickly opened his eyes, first he saw a white ceiling, and then Song Pingguo's face.

"Relax, it's time, I'll see if your burn is serious."

Lei Qiu opened his mouth obediently, and replied inarticulately: "I don't think it's too serious, I'm just a little hot..."

"From what you said, you have a serious fever." Song Pingguo raised the thermometer and looked at the light, "38 degrees, it's okay, I don't have a high fever."

"I'll just say it's not serious." Leiqiu tugged at the hem of her clothes, "Little Apple, I'm hungry."

"...It's not very serious." Song Pinguo breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me to death, if you were seriously ill and bedridden with me, it seems to be all the responsibility of me dragging you to go for a walk yesterday... "

Raichu didn't seem to hear what she was saying at all, turned over and fell asleep again, muttering that he wanted something sweet.

Song Pingguo turned back to the kitchen, and stayed in front of the stove looking at the pot of freshly cooked preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

Well, if it's sweet, it's sweet. If you don't drink such delicious porridge, I'll drink it alone.Song Pingguo leaned over to open the cabinet, picked out the biggest apple from inside, and cut a horizontal knife across the top, as if cutting off a cover from the apple.

Song Pingguo put the lid of the apple aside, dug out the core of the apple, put milk, honey and butter in the place where the core originally belonged, then put the lid on and put it in the oven.

The temperature of the home oven is not stable, and the size of the apple will also cause the required temperature and time to be different. Song Pingguo was standing in the kitchen wearing an apron, observing the state of the apple through the transparent glass of the oven, and suddenly heard a sound coming from the guest room. Hoarse and nasal shouted: "Little Apple!"

She thought that something was wrong with Leiqiu, so she hurried to the guest room, and when she walked halfway, she heard Leiqiu shouting again: "What are you baking! It smells so good!"

It was useless to worry about her.Song Pingguo ignored her, turned around and walked back to the kitchen to continue staring at the apples in the oven.I'd be an idiot to worry about her.

Lei Qiu in the room over there shouted again: "Little Apple, please pour me a glass of water!"

Okay, stop barking, the idiot is here to pour you some water.

When Song Pingguo returned to the kitchen again, the apple in the oven was finally ready to bake.She pushed the crumpled apples from the baking grid to the plate with chopsticks, filled another bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, and served it to Lei Qiu.

When she walked into the room, Raichu closed his eyes and asked, "Baked apples and preserved egg porridge?"

Song Pingguo shoved the tray into her hand: "It would be great if someone is so enlightened in other aspects of eating."

Raichu asked her straightforwardly: "Are you angry?"

"Yeah, thank you for being able to see it."

Lei Qiu looked at Song Pingguo's face carefully, and poked the apple with a spoon: "Then...then can I still eat it?"

Song Pingguo made her laugh and cry, and waved her hands helplessly: "Eat, eat, you won't die."

Because Leiqiu had a fever, Song Pingguo turned on the air conditioner in the guest room for her, and now the whole room is warm and cozy, and the two blobs of sick blushes on Leiqiu's cheeks became more obvious, like two glaring plateau reds.

While waiting for Song Pingguo to make breakfast, in order to welcome breakfast in a better mental state, she supported her sick body to get up from the bed, brushed her teeth and washed her face.She took a bite of the sweet baked apple, scooped up a spoonful of the delicious preserved egg porridge, and finished her breakfast on the bed with the same momentum and speed as usual.

After eating, she burped in satisfaction, and grabbed Song Pingguo's clothes again.

"Don't tell me you're not full yet." Song Pingguo looked at the empty bowl and the handful of apples left on the plate, "Don't tell me you really ate more than usual when you had a fever. Even bet against Gong Xiao."

"No." Raichu blinked, "I just want to ask, will you be my girlfriend?"

"...Let me tell you Lei Qiu, most people are not so straightforward, they are only so straightforward when they propose marriage."

"Then I am often expelled from the common people."

"Okay, you are amazing. I am willing. You loosen my clothes first, I'm afraid it will be torn."

Lei Qiu let go of his hand with a smile, and opened his arms towards Song Pingguo: "Hug."

"Okay then, give me a hug." Song Pingguo patted her on the back.

"Dear."

"...Well, kiss." Song Pingguo lowered her head and touched her mouth, smelling the sweet smell of baked apples in her mouth - and a little bit of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, "Is there any request, little one?" Grandfather?"

Raichu laughed even more smugly: "Hold it high!"

Song Pingguo slapped her back on the bed: "I can't lift it! Give me medicine and lie down to sleep."