captive joint

Shao Jun nestled in the rattan chair, while Yao Yingyi cooked lunch for him at the stove not far away.

The afternoon sun is warm, unknowingly, it will quietly arouse the drowsiness that has just left.

Shao Jun basked in the sun, half-closed his eyes and curled up on the wicker chair, as if he was about to fall asleep in a second.

But this is just an illusion.

At this moment, Shao Jun's brain was spinning rapidly, and he didn't look sleepy at all.

He originally thought that Yao Yingyi would not let him leave that weird room easily, but now he was placed in the kitchen without any scruples, and the door of the kitchen not far away was even more unguarded, just like that.

Looking through the kitchen door, there is a simple concrete courtyard outside.

When Yao Yingyi left the room with him in his arms, Shao Jun observed the yard a little bit.The courtyard is surrounded by extremely high walls, the walls are flat and there is no place to stay, and it is absolutely difficult for ordinary people to climb over the walls to get in and out.On the wall facing the previous room, there is a cyan colored steel door, on which a crooked five-pointed star is painted with red paint, which is very strange.At that time, Shao Jun wanted to take a closer look at the five-star pattern, but he was restrained by his brother's arms, so he could only regret being carried into the kitchen and dining room.

And across the small yard, directly opposite the kitchen is a brick bungalow.Like the kitchen, this bungalow is connected at 90 degrees to the room where Shao Jun woke up, but not connected, just forming a concave shape.The one-story house is also built with white walls and black tiles, and like other rooms in this courtyard, it is all Soviet-style antique buildings.

It's just that the bungalow is not like a kitchen, the black iron door is tight, and the windows on both sides of the door are also tightly closed.Even through the transparent glass window, only the black curtain behind it can be glimpsed.

"Jun Jun, what are you looking at? So fascinated." Yao Yingyi's voice suddenly sounded.

Shao Jun didn't turn his head when he heard the words, still staring blankly at the door.When Yao Yingyi walked to his side, he yawned sleepily, then slowly raised his finger and pointed to the bungalow opposite.

Yao Yingyi turned his head and glanced at what Shao Jun was pointing at, but didn't say anything, then turned around and walked back to the stove, carrying a celadon soup bowl towards Shao Jun.

Shao Jun still raised his left arm, pointing at the opposite plane in a daze.

"Want to ask what is the room opposite?" Yao Yingyi put a celadon soup bowl on the dining table in front of Shao Jun.

Shao Jun nodded.

"Hey, let's eat first. Jun Jun." Yao Yingyi reached out and grabbed Shao Jun's still raised left wrist, pressed it against the dining table, and stuffed the wooden chopsticks and spoon into his hand.

For Yao Yingyi's non-cooperation, Shao Jun had no choice but to hold the spoon in his left hand and the chopsticks in his right, facing his lunch with his head down.

The appearance of the things in the celadon soup bowl is really unbearable to look at.

The cabbage was wrapped in shredded pork and lay limply between the rice-white noodles. The noodles were probably cooked for too long, and it was impossible to tell where the noodles were and where the soup was.

No wonder my brother handed him the spoon.

Shao Jun was slightly annoyed, but he had no power to resist, so he could only look up at Yao Yingyi pitifully.

Yao Yingyi seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and burst out laughing: "Try it first, Junjun kid."It's not good, brother will make something else for you. "

Shao Jun sighed, and began to try his own lunch with difficulty.

The noodles were mixed with the soup, Shao Jun wanted to use the chopsticks to pick some up in the spoon, but the noodles broke in the soup as soon as the chopsticks were pressed hard, and he didn't listen to Shao Jun's instructions at all.

But Shao Jun didn't believe in evil, and he failed after several attempts. Later, even Yao Yingyi couldn't stand it, and snatched the spoon and chopsticks from his hand.

"Come on, brother feed you."

Shao Jun waved his hands again and again, leaned forward and grabbed the end of the chopsticks as if trying to snatch them back.But how could he be Yao Yingyi's opponent with his slender arms and legs, he was obediently pressed into the wicker chair by his brother without moving a few times.

"Be careful, Junjun."

Yao Yingyi easily picked the noodles into the soup ladle, put some cabbage and shredded pork on the noodles, and blew carefully before feeding them to Shao Jun's mouth.

Shao Junben resisted passively with his head sideways, and opened his mouth reluctantly after being poked on his lips a few times with the spoon.

It turned out...it was delicious.

How should I put it, although the noodles are full of soup and have no chewiness, they can be swallowed almost without chewing, but it is precisely because of this that the noodles are full of delicious soup, rather than eating noodles, it is better to say drinking. A bowl of thick soup, with soft cabbage and tender meat just made up for the lack of texture of the noodles. When I swallowed it, I felt a warmth flowing down the esophagus. The whole person felt very satisfied. My brother's resistance to feeding also disappeared without a trace.

After a while, when he was still waiting for his brother to feed him, he realized that he had unknowingly eaten a whole bowl of noodle soup.This made him a little embarrassed, so he could only lower his head to avoid Yao Yingyi's eyes.

Yao Yingyi, who was tidying up at the side, misunderstood Shao Jun's embarrassment and thought he was not full yet.He hurriedly took away the bowls and chopsticks, and put another plate of green balls in front of him.

Shao Jun wanted to explain that he was already full, so he didn't need to bother his brother anymore.

But the green balls just taken out of the steamer are emerald green and steaming, which really makes people's index fingers move.

Maybe still have one?

Shao Jun looked at the Youth League in front of him.

But half the size of a fist, small and exquisite, it really doesn't take up much space in the stomach.

He raised his face and glanced at Yao Yingyi again, who was looking at him expectantly, waiting for his tasting.So he blushed slightly, picked one up and took a bite.

The red bean paste mixed with lard and the soft and warm dumpling skin achieve a wonderful balance, coupled with the unique grassy aroma of wheat green juice, it is simply irresistible.

But a thought suddenly appeared in Shao Jun's mind.

Isn't it autumn now?Why are there youth leagues that only come in spring?

The author says:

Let everyone wait for a long time~~~ To be honest, writing and eating at night is too annoying.The author is already tearing up to find food.