warm color love

When Han Yu woke up the next day, Xie Zimu hadn't woken up yet. He felt his waist was still a little sore and soft. It wasn't uncomfortable, but he was just not used to it.He turned over slightly, trying to sit up.The quilt slipped from the body, and it could be seen that the two of them were still a little fierce, and the dry wood and fire were naturally passionate.

Xie Zimu frowned, as if he had sensed Han Yu getting up in his sleep, and stretched out his hand a few times in the air.Han Yu covered him with the quilt, then tiptoed to the bathroom.

In the mirror, he looked pretty good. He yawned early in the morning, with some tears in his eyes.Although he always had a calm expression, he couldn't resist the charm that came to him.

Han Yu rubbed his face, took a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face, dispelling some of his pajamas.He was wearing a shirt that he picked up just now, it should be Xie Zimu's, it was a bit too big.He rolled up his sleeves and buttoned them.

Checking the time, it was still early, Han Yu went to the kitchen stepping on the fine sunlight falling into the room.He hasn't been at home for a long time, but fortunately Xie Zimu will come to live. The ingredients in the refrigerator seem to have been filled, and the eggs should still be fresh. Although there are no vegetables, it doesn't matter.I don't plan to eat anything complicated in the morning.

Han Yu took out some glutinous rice noodles and planned to make sticky rice cakes, which would be perfect with some porridge in the morning.

A little water was added to the glutinous rice noodles, and Han Yu started to knead them. His elbows and his clothes were also stained with flour. The hair on his forehead blocked his view. The flour also stuck to the hair.

Soon, Han Yu got it done.Heat up the pan, then pour in the oil, put the prepared small glutinous rice dough into the pan, then flatten it with a shovel, turn it back and forth, the oil in the pan squeaks, and pops out from time to time.

At the beginning, Han Yu was also afraid of the oil when cooking, and then he did not use oil in cooking, but it lost some taste. As time passed, he got used to being splashed with oil a few times, and felt that it was no big deal.

When Xie Zimu woke up, he found that his side was already cold, and Han Yu should have woken up.When he opened the bedroom door, he heard voices from the kitchen, as well as a sweet smell.

Xie Zimu stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Han Yu wearing his white shirt, he couldn't hold back for a while, this is the most naked temptation.

He stepped forward, hugged Han Yu's waist, and rubbed against her, as if acting like a spoiled child.

"Go to the side first and taste the sticky rice cakes I just made. There is oil here, so be careful not to splash it on you." Han Yu just said, but he let out an exclamation, and was splashed a bit, a little hurt, But his hand holding the shovel was still turning over the sticky rice cake calmly.

Xie Zimu took Han Yu's hand, wanting to see where Han Yu was hurt, but Han Yu didn't care that much: "It's okay, just splashed with oil, it will be fine soon, it doesn't hurt."

"I heard you yelling just now. It must be very painful. Come on, baby, show me." Xie Zimu exaggerated Han Yu's reaction just now.

Xie Zimu held Han Yu's hand and turned off the fire. Han Yu had no choice but to serve out the rice cake that was about to be cooked, thinking that four should be enough for two people Well, he can just eat one.

Xie Zimu took Han Yu to the bedroom, and from time to time blew a few breaths on the reddened area. Han Yu thought it was a little funny, but he was also touched.

You obviously don’t care about it, and think it’s nothing at all. Once someone feels that you have been wronged a lot and really loves you, you will feel that you are very wronged and want to cry.

Han Yu is in such a mood now. He watched Xie Zimu drag out the small medicine box at home, gave him some medicine, and then seriously asked him not to touch the water. Although it was a big deal, Xie Zimu like this How could Mu make him not love her?

"Hey, tell me if it hurts, if it doesn't hurt, I will feel bad." Xie Zimu took Han Yu's hand, knelt on the ground on one knee, his eyes were full of piety, Han Yu sat On the bed, she smiled brightly for a moment, and her eyes were a little sour.

Xie Zimu kissed Han Yu like coaxing a child, it should be regarded as a reward.

He dragged Han Yu to the dining table and asked Han Yu to sit there obediently without moving. Then he went to the kitchen to take out the tableware, put the porridge in it, took out the eggs, soaked them in the water, and put them on the table. to the bowl.

"Try this, although it looks a bit mushy on the outside, but the inside is very delicious, sweet and soft." Han Yu pushed the sticky rice cake in front of Xie Zimu, trying to sell it, looking forward to it .

The sticky rice cakes are really not very good-looking. Xie Zimu picked one up and took a bite. It was a bit crunchy in the mouth, but the inside was really soft and sticky. When he took a bite, he could still see a bit of stringiness. .

It's a little sweet, Xie Zimu thinks this cake is like Xiaoyu, it has a hard protective shell on the outside, but it's very soft on the inside, looking at it makes people want to be bullied, and wants to hold him in his arms and pet him well with.

"How is it, is it delicious?" Han Yu kept looking at Xie Zimu, not letting go of Xie Zimu's expression. As a cook, the most hopeful thing is to hear someone praise the food he made. eat.

Xie Zimu perfectly accepted Han Yu's meaning: "It's delicious. My little Yu is really good at the hall and the kitchen. I feel like I'm not good enough for my little Yu."

"No, I'm not good enough for you." Han Yu retorted weakly.

"How come, my little Yu is good-looking, can cook, and his acting skills are so good, so many people like it." Xie Zimu smiled and praised casually.

"I only like you." Han Yu looked at Xie Zimu, his eyebrows and eyes curved, and his straightforward words made Xie Zimu's heart flutter.

"Well, you must only like me." Xie Zimu took another bite of the sticky rice cake, which was sweet and soft, and it was even more delicious than the best cotton candy I had ever eaten when I was a child.

The two started to drink porridge quietly, Xie Zimu peeled the eggs and put them on the small plate in front of Han Yu.

Han Yu ate the egg Xie Zimu handed over in small bites, took a bite of the egg, drank a mouthful of porridge, and then took a bite of the sticky rice cake. Today's weather is really good.