Overwinter

Last night, Wen Yan was so confused that he didn't sleep well at all. The matter of going to the store to supervise the work in person naturally fell on Song Zhuangtong's head. He sent Song Jing to school, and stopped by to see the coffee shop with the tiles on it. Send a few photos to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan sent a voice in a daze, his voice was muffled under the blanket, it sounded hoarse and sexy.

"I want to eat small wontons."

Song Zhuangtong's brows and eyes were full of smiles because of his vague coquettishness. He had heard Wen Yan complain before that after eating so many small wontons, he couldn't eat anything better than the store Song Zhuangtong took him to.

After receiving a "yes" from Song Zhuangtong, Wen Yan threw the phone on the pillow, and waited for Song Zhuangtong to come back to wake him up and eat some wontons.

As a result, he fell asleep until four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was Song Jing's return that woke him up.

"Song Zhuangtong?" Wen Yan forced his dry throat to ask.

Song Jing carefully pushed open the door of the room and whispered, "It's me."

Wen Yan lay on the bed with his arms raised to cover his eyes. After a while, he asked, "Where's your father?"

Song Jing had already walked to Wen Yan's bedside. When Wen Yan took his hand away and looked at him, Song Jing shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Wen Yan pulled a pillow to support his waist and sat up, then asked, "Who brought you back then?"

"Uncle Wan." Song Jing replied.

This position was uncomfortable, Wen Yan slid his body down a bit, and after finding support for his waist, he regained his energy to chat with Song Jing.

"What about the others? Did they send you off and leave?"

Song Jing nodded.

Wen Yan was suspicious: "Where did your father go?"

Song Jing didn't answer his words, and stared directly at Wen Yan with a pair of dark eyes.

"What are you looking at—"

Before he finished speaking, Song Jing raised his index finger and tapped Wen Yan's neck. The red marks made Song Jing frowned slightly: "You are hurt."

Wen Yan had two bad words in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface. He said, "It's okay, it will disappear soon."

After coaxing the child, Wen Yan couldn't help but scold Song Zhuangtong in his heart.

Wen Yan, who has always disliked high-profile things, was very disgusted with the obvious strawberry's behavior, especially when Song Zhuangtong was still teaching in school, if Song Zhuangtong gnawed on it, he would be left out of bed for a few days, and later he only dared to hug and lick Wen Yan. Yan's neck, on the eve of working days, absolutely dare not use force.Although Song Zhuangtong loves this domineering and stubborn behavior of marking territory like a puppy, he can't resist the thin-skinned Teacher Wen.

After a full sleep, he didn't feel sleepy at all. Wen Yan took a breath and moved casually. The soreness from his limbs and bones made him pull Song Zhuangtong out again and cursed him. Under Song Jing's concerned eyes, Wen Yan gritted his teeth Sit up straight.

"I'm a little thirsty, go get me a glass of water."

After receiving the order, Song Jing obediently left the room, and Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief.After climbing out of bed in a somewhat awkward posture, he slowly went into the bathroom to wash up.

Song Jing was very obedient, standing next to the sofa with a glass of water in his hand, and relaxed his standing posture a little after Wen Yan took the water.The temperature of the water in his throat was suitable, and Wen Yan's expression eased a little due to the inconspicuous thoughtfulness. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Song Jing's hair. As he walked towards the sofa, he asked, "What do you want to eat? Dad Wen ordered takeaway to eat. "

Song Jing thought for a while and said, "KFC."

During the two years that Song Zhuangtong took him alone, Song Jing did not eat less junk food. After Wen Yan came back, he was very dissatisfied with Song Zhuangtong's repeated behavior of taking Song Jing out to eat junk food. Too gluttonous, eat very healthy at home every day.

Wen Yan thought about it, then nodded and said, "Yes."

Song Jing suppressed the joy at the corner of his mouth, and after sitting down next to Wen Yan, he turned his head and called, "Papa Wen."

Wen Yan: "Huh? What's the matter?"

"Are you still a teacher?" Song Jing asked.

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, and asked back, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Questions that require too much thinking usually cause Song Jing to think deeply. Wen Yan looked at his serious expression, chuckled a few times, and said, "I'm not a teacher anymore. That Teacher Wang in your class now, do you like her?" ?”

Song Jingyuan stared directly at Wen Yan with big slick eyes, and there was no impurity in his dark eyes. After thinking about it for a while, he nodded and said, "I kind of like it."

The cute look made Wen Yan curl his lips into a chuckle, and rubbed his head twice: "It's rare to see a teacher you say you like, then she must be very good."

After chatting for a while, Wen Yan was so hungry that he handed the phone to Song Jing and said, "See for yourself what you want to eat, and let me know after you choose."

Song Jing deliberated over and over again, and finally chose a children's package with free toys, and then handed the phone to Wen Yan.

At this time, the sound of fingerprint verification happened to be heard outside the door, Wen Yan said without raising his head, "Your father is back."

The dusty Song Zhuangtong looked at the two people sitting on the sofa. He kicked off his shoes, put on cotton slippers and walked into the house.

"What did you carry in the bag?"

The red plastic bag containing the heavy objects looked too heavy, and it didn’t match his dark color. Song Zhuangtong raised the bag a little and said, “Didn’t you say you want to eat small wontons? You haven’t eaten yet, it’s all fresh. It's packaged, I'll go to the next point."

"Where did you buy—"

Wen Yan also made a five-point guess, and the remaining five points were purely because he didn't believe it. After all, the small town where he lived before was still far away from Beijing, and it would take a lot of time to go back and forth.

"I bought it from the wonton shop near our house before. I bought all the wontons they plan to do business tomorrow morning."

Saying that, Song Zhuangtong took off his windbreaker, tied up his sleeves, and walked towards the kitchen.

Before following to the kitchen, Wen Yan glanced at the listless Song Jing, and when he heard that he was going to eat small wontons at the end, the guy was obviously disappointed a lot, and sat on the sofa pitifully.

"You wait here, remember to get the takeaway when it arrives."

A child is a child, and his emotions are all written on his face. Hearing this, Song Jing sat up straight and gave Wen Yan a cute and honest smile.

Song Zhuangtong had already boiled a pot of water, imitating the boss's technique, using a bowl to scoop up a bowl of solid wontons in a plastic bag and pouring them into the water, but Wen Yan immediately stopped him.

"Go away and let me cook."

Song Zhuangtong stirred the wontons in the pot with a spatula, and asked, "Aren't you feeling unwell?"

"Are you going to eat clear water wontons? Why are you starting to serve wontons without soup?" Wen Yan asked.

Song Zhuangtong recalled for a while, it seemed that there was really a step of putting the hot wontons into the rich soup. He cooked it all by feeling. The unprofessional Song chef was pushed away from the main battlefield and was responsible for dividing the whole bag of wontons. Boxed and stored in the refrigerator.

In addition to the boring and tedious work, he can still look at Wen Yan in pajamas, with his unkempt black hair fluffed on his forehead, and the obedient and quiet figure who skillfully cooks the wontons in the pot.The white gas coming out of the pot was billowing, and the kitchen was soon filled with fragrance.

Two bowls of steaming wontons were soon out of the pot. Song Zhuangtong glanced at Song Jing who was already happily sitting on the sofa watching TV with a bucket of KFC in his arms, and asked, "Why did you let him eat KFC today?"

Wen Yan scooped up a wonton and stuffed it into his mouth, it was so hot that he spoke much faster.

"Although your son is not good at words, he is very good at acting like a baby with his facial expressions. I agreed as soon as my heart softened."

Song Zhuangtong frowned and looked at his red tongue, and said, "You should eat slowly."

"If it's later, I'm going to be hungry." Wen Yan swallowed the wontons that he chewed hastily for a couple of times, and the fragrant smell of meat spread in his throat. As the hot wontons entered his throat, he exhaled hot air and said, "This morning. I started to get hungry and didn't eat anything all day."

Song Zhuangtong, who didn't come to feed after enjoying himself for a long time, felt more guilty. He blew a wonton on the spoon, handed it to Wen Yan's mouth, and casually made an unbelievable promise: "Next time I won't eat it." This is torturing you."

Song Jing was still in the living room, Wen Yan wasn't used to being so intimate in front of children, but the smell of wontons made him easily lose his position, he took one bite after another, and after finishing the wontons in Song Zhuangtong's bowl, he was still a little hungry.

Song Zhuangtong took the trouble to feed another bowl, but the last three Wen Yan couldn't eat anymore, so Song Zhuangtong finished it off.

Wen Yan comfortably touched his swollen stomach, and leaned back on the chair to rest.Song Zhuangtong went to the kitchen with the bowl in his hand, glanced at Wen Yan's movements before leaving, and said lightly, "It was so big yesterday."

Wen Yan, who froze in place for a while before trying to understand what he said, instantly exploded, cursing: "I really want to—"

Song Jing cast his puzzled eyes over, Wen Yan's swear words stuck in his throat, either in or out, he gave Song Zhuangtong a hard look with his eyes, then looked away angrily, refusing to pay attention to him.