In the Xiao family's courtyard, the star lanterns are rarely turned on, and the shelves of bougainvillea are covered with dots of starlight.
The summer nights in the imperial capital are very cool, and you can totally do it outdoors.
Xiao Sheng was lying in the rocking chair in the courtyard, rocking leisurely.
"Xiao Sheng, go in and help a group of guests." The old lady came out with soup and looked at Xiao Sheng helplessly.
Xiao Sheng stretched, stood up quickly, and threw a whole sugar orange into his mouth, "What is he doing?"
"It's in the kitchen," the old lady said.
Xiao Sheng clicked his tongue, "Aren't you not letting him in?"
As she spoke, she got off the couch, took a walk, took two steps, and quickly jumped over the steps in front of the door.
In the living room, the ultra-bright crystal lamp has not been turned on for a long time, and it is already flickering a bit, but it is still working hard, and I probably didn't expect that it would come in handy.
Xiao Sheng supported the back of the sofa, jumped over, and went straight to the kitchen door.
In the kitchen, Gong Shiheng rolled up his sleeves and wore an apron, cutting vegetables.
He was born well, and everything he did was pleasing to the eye. He cut vegetables like an art form, his expression was very serious, and the pieces he cut were all about the same size.
Xiao Sheng looked at the pictures inside and felt like he was still in a dream.
A few hours ago, she was about to get off work. Originally, Long Hai wanted to ask her out for dinner. But Gong Shiheng was already waiting at the door. The two sides confronted each other. She naturally chose Gong Shiheng. After all, this guy was a patient. Grandma happened to call.
Then he asked her to go home for dinner.
The man noticed her gaze, turned his head and smiled at her.
"You wait outside, I'll be there soon."
Xiao Sheng walked closer, stepped forward and glanced at the row of vegetables, "Can you make scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"
"It's very simple." Gong Shiheng put the pork rib soup in the pot and said, "When this is ready, I will make it for you."
Xiao Sheng secretly ate a piece of tomato and nodded, "Oh..."
Gong Shiheng's eyes fell on her hands, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Xiao Sheng blinked, "What?"
Gong Shiheng turned on the faucet and put her hand under the water.
She understood instantly and said harshly: "I have washed my hands long ago!"
"Shengsheng, you can't lie."
whispering sound.
She curled her lips and stopped talking.
There is a difference between men and women, but his hands are still bigger than hers and can be wrapped easily.
He held her hand, squeezed some hand sanitizer, and wiped every corner carefully.
Xiao Sheng had been exposed to machinery all year round, and there were obvious calluses on his finger joints. She thought that because he was so pampered, his hands would not have any calluses at all, but she didn't expect that there were one or two.
"Do you usually play with guns?"
Gong Shiheng shook his head, wiped the water on her hands, and then wiped his own hands.
His movements were slow and leisurely, and every move he made was dignified and elegant. Xiao Sheng couldn't think of a good adjective, but he looked good anyway.
"I don't touch those." He turned around and showed his hand to her, "The cocoon is from holding the pen."
Yes, I forgot, I am a cultural person.
There was a gurgling sound, and she looked at the soup pot, "It seems ready."
Gong Shiheng took a look and said, "We have to wait a little longer."
"What can I do to help you?"
"Well, you can take out that plate of cold vegetables."
"oh."
She stood obediently, not daring to move, and waited for him to bring it to her before she stretched out her hand.
Just as she was about to turn around, Gong Shiheng suddenly stopped her.
"Um?"
The man glanced outside, with a smile in his eyes, leaned over and whispered, "I didn't tell grandma about our marriage."
After he finished speaking, he looked at her with raised corners of his lips, half expecting praise.