Chapter 4 Every meeting is like a dream
Suddenly, she remembered something, her expression changed, and she ran into the bedroom quickly.
Oh my god! You must tidy up the bedroom before him!
Underwear! She always takes off her underwear as soon as she enters the house and throws them away...
Socks! She always likes to go barefoot at home...
Potato chip bag! She worked until four o'clock last night and didn't order any food reserves. How could she survive the long night?
The quilt! It's a mess, and her body temperature is...
That's too late!
The autumn wind simply swept away the fallen leaves, swept everything into the quilt, and then rolled up the quilt. In this way, her "evidence" was covered up...
Finally breathed a sigh of relief...
When she turned around, he was standing by the door, looking at her expressionlessly...
The breath she exhaled was stuck in her trachea, and she was stunned...
How long has he been waiting at the door? Did you see her silly way just now when the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves?
"I... went to cook noodles..." She pointed to the kitchen and rushed out of the bedroom with a red face. The breath caught in her throat made her cough repeatedly.
She turned around awkwardly and gave a silly smile, "Haha, I...caught a little cold...caught a cold..."
After saying that, I didn't care about his reaction and walked directly into the kitchen.
Cook the noodles…cook the noodles…
She walked around the kitchen speechlessly, reading these words helplessly.
It’s hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. How can she cook noodles?
It seems that this kitchen has not been used seriously since she moved in...
Everything in the kitchen, from the cabinets to the range hood, to the set of exquisite dishes, are all the best ones selected by my mother-in-law herself. However, there is nothing else in the cabinet except bowls, and there is always something in the refrigerator.
is empty.
Because she couldn't imagine what the use of this kitchen would be when she was alone...
Of course, besides making coffee…
She doesn't have a particularly persistent hobby, but this coffee must be freshly ground and brewed. It is related to her profession. A person who needs to stay up late every day cannot survive without a barista.
However, she couldn't go out with a cup of coffee and say to her husband at this time, when her husband was trudging through mountains and rivers and braving the wind and snow, and said to him, "Honey, I don't have anything at home, so I'll just have a cup."
Cafe?"
This kind of words is just like the word "dear". Even if she were killed, she wouldn't be able to say it...
In the end, she still walked back to the bedroom, wanting to ask him to go out to have a meal together. However, when she walked to the door of the bedroom, she once again wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in...
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Chapter completed!