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Chapter 11#Scallion Oil Mixed Noodles#

When Song Tingyi woke up leisurely, it was not too late.He lay on his back on the bed and took a few deep breaths, then rolled around on the big bed with the quilt in his arms.I have to admit that Luo Yao's mattress is really comfortable...

He had planned to sleep in that room on the first floor last night.

But Luo Yao stopped him the moment he opened the door: "What are you doing?"

"Sleep." Song Tingyi was a little dazed.

"Oh." Luo Yao seemed very tired, he rolled up his shirt sleeves, "Go upstairs and find a room. No one has lived in this room for a long time, it's gray."

But the only two rooms upstairs with beds made Song Tingyi dumbfounded.

Facing two almost identical rooms, he didn't know for a moment whether to praise Luo Yao's storage talent or complain about which room he could choose.

So he could only sit blankly in the only study room and wait for Luo Yao to finish washing.

Contrary to what he imagined, Luo Yao's washing speed at home was almost the same as that in the hotel, and he didn't slow down because he was at home to enjoy the hot water.

The door of the study is facing the bathroom on the second floor.Song Tingyi could easily see the vague shadow inside through the frosted glass door.

So when Luo Yao wiped his hair and came out of the bathroom door, the eyes of the two of them bumped into each other unexpectedly.

All the parties were taken aback.

In the end, it was Luo Yao who chose to break the deadlock: "Are you... still not sleeping?"

"Which room do I sleep in?" Song Tingyi looked at the two rooms facing north and south, feeling a little at a loss.

In fact, there is still a difference between the two rooms.The north facing room is larger and has a bathroom inside.On the contrary, the one facing south is relatively smaller.If Luo Yao washes up in the bathroom in the room, he naturally knows that the smaller one is where he can rest.But Luo Yao chose to wash in the bathroom outside the room, which inevitably made Song Tingyi a little confused.

"You choose." Luo Yao suddenly smiled, "Actually, I sleep in both rooms, it just depends on my mood every day."

This answer made Song Tingyi even more at a loss.

Generally speaking, the owner will prefer the room facing south.But the design of this villa is very strange. The south-facing room does not have its own bathroom, but the north-facing room that is more suitable for a guest room has a bathroom.Listening to Luo Yao's words, he couldn't figure out the young master's routine and mood for a while, and because he was a guest, Song Tingyi was in a daze at the moment, not daring to move.

In the end, Luo Yao pointed to the room facing south: "You can sleep here."

There was a faint smell on Luo Yao's bed, which was exactly the same as the bitter smell on his body, and it actually had a wonderful ability to make people feel at ease.Song Tingyi originally thought that this smell would make him not used to it, but he did sleep well last night.

He reached for the phone by the bed and turned on the screen.

It was eight o'clock in the morning.

Song Tingyi is actually a person who likes to stay in bed very much.Not because I was sleepy, but simply because I didn't want to get up even when I was awake.A few days ago when I lived with Luo Yao in the hotel, because of the person next to me, he had to pretend to wake up every day, which caused him a lot of anger.But he is also a person who will never go back to bed as long as he gets together, so he can only be trapped by that layer of "early to bed and early to rise, never stay in bed".

But a scent of green onions came out of nowhere and suddenly penetrated into his nostrils, like hooking his soul, indistinct and indistinct.

Two minutes later, Song Tingyi turned over and sat up. Looking at the closed door of the opposite room, he still chose to go downstairs to wash up quietly.

But when he was just recovering from the unpleasantness of getting up with his toothbrush in his mouth, he suddenly realized that the smell of green onions did not float in from other places, but overflowed from the direction of the kitchen.

When Song Tingyi stood at the door of the kitchen and saw Luo Yao wearing an apron frying scallion oil, he was so thankful that he didn't come here with a toothbrush in his mouth, otherwise he would have swallowed all the foam.

Maybe it was because I stood there looking at it for too long, or maybe it was because the open kitchen made Luo Yao feel the eyes behind him more clearly. After a while, the man in the apron turned his head and smiled at him. "You got up just right." He held the handle of the frying pan with one hand, turned his back with the other and waved at Song Tingyi: "Come here."

Song Tingyi frowned, but walked over obediently.

He saw Luo Yao pour the scallion oil from the pot into a bowl, then picked up the chopsticks to take out the noodles from the pot on one side, put them in the cold water prepared for a while, and finally put the noodles into the bowl, and thoughtfully Put a few fried shallots on top of the noodles.

When taking the bowl and chopsticks from Luo Yao, Song Tingyi still felt that this scene was like a dream.It wasn't until Luo Yao filled the second bowl of noodles, turned off the range hood, and turned to look at him with chopsticks, that he walked out with the bowl as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Holding the chopsticks, he stirred the noodles in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Yao suddenly removed the bowl in front of him, and put the bowl that he had already mixed evenly in front of him, and only then did he recover from the dream just now.

"What's wrong with you?" Luo Yao patiently stirred the bowl of noodles in front of him, looked up at Song Tingyi, and frowned as if remembering something, "You don't eat onions?"

"No." Song Tingyi licked his lips unnaturally.He just felt that the scene just now was too much like an old couple who had been married for many years.He picked up a chopstick and blew on the noodles, taking a sip.

I have to admit that Luo Yao's cooking skills are surprisingly good.The amount of scallion oil is just right, not too greasy, but it has just the right oily aroma.The fried scallions have a bit of tenacity, and the moment they bite open, a salty-sweet aroma explodes in the mouth.The noodles are also cooked very chewy, neither soft nor hard. After being soaked in cold water and mixed with scallion oil, they are not sticky at all.

"You know how to cook?" Song Tingyi swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and looked up at Luo Yao who was bowing his face.

"Surprised?" Luo Yao chewed his face, his words were a little vague.

Song Tingyi nodded.He didn't want to hide his surprise, after all, in his eyes, a star of Luo Yao's level should not have such a level of cooking.

"I'm not a spoiled young master." Luo Yao raised his hand and poured himself a glass of water, "My dad used to be busy with filming, running around the set, leaving only me and grandpa at home. I can't tell grandpa to do what I want to eat, right? ?”

The amount of information contained in this sentence is actually not small.For example, why isn't Dad home, and why isn't Mom?But Song Tingyi seldom pays attention to the entertainment industry. Although Luo Chuanhai and Luo Yao are celebrities in the entertainment industry, and their life stories have long been talked about on Baidu, he knows very little about it.

But Song Tingyi couldn't ask, no matter what his status was.So he let out a faint oh, and praised Luo Yao's cooking skills before obediently bowing his head and eating the noodles.

Luo Yao ate very quickly, and when he put down his chopsticks and took a tissue to wipe his mouth, Song Tingyi still had half a bowl left.

The person who made breakfast carried the bowl into the kitchen and put it in the sink.When he came out of the kitchen, he glanced at Song Tingyi, and leaned against the wall inlaid with storage cabinets that separated the living room from the dining room: "Can you wash the dishes in a while?"

Song Tingyi nodded as he chewed the last bite of noodles.Not only did he live in someone's house, but he also asked his master to cook a breakfast, and he felt really sorry if he didn't do anything else.What's more, now it seems that Luo Yao doesn't seem to have any unhealthy thoughts in doing these things, and it's his duty to help wash the dishes.

But he soon regretted it.Because he discovered that Luo Yao, an unusual celebrity, doesn't have a dishwasher in his home!

Song Tingyi is actually a very lazy person, which can be seen from the fact that he only uses electric shavers.But it seems that because he is too elite in front of others, almost everyone who knows him thinks that he is a person who will earnestly live a meticulous and orderly life.Of course, except for people who are familiar with him.But since he returned to China to study in high school and worked as a teaching assistant at Shangjiang Medical University, he seems to have had no close friends.

He squeezed dishwashing liquid onto the dish towel, rubbed it to create foam, then resignedly picked up the bowl and scrubbed it carefully.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.

Song Tingyi didn't look back, most of it was because he needed to wipe the bowl in his hand carefully, not letting go of any oil stains, and a small part was because he hated washing the dishes.

"Haven't finished washing yet?" Luo Yao seemed to be like those people, never expecting that Song Tingyi couldn't handle these small bowls and chopsticks.

Song Tingyi gave a muffled hum, and sped up his movements a little.

"Let me do the washing." Luo Yao patted his shoulder lightly, "Go and change your clothes first."

Song Tingyi turned around slightly, avoiding Luo Yao's touch, put down the bowl in his hand and turned to look at him: "I'll change it after washing."

"Okay." Luo Yao took the dish towel from his hand and put it in the sink, turned on the faucet, held his hand involuntarily and carefully washed away the foam from his hand, "we will I'm off to the recording site, I wash it quickly."

Song Tingyi pulled his greasy hand out of Luo Yao's palm with some awkwardness. He lowered his head and gently shook the water droplets on his hand. out of the kitchen.

Facts have proved that Luo Yao's movements are really much faster than him.He just changed his clothes and rearranged his personal toiletries in the bathroom. Luo Yao had already put the washed dishes into the cupboard, took out a paper towel to dry the water droplets on his hands and threw them into the wastebasket.

"Okay?" Luo Yao rubbed his fingers and looked at Song Tingyi with a smile.

"When to set off?"

"09:30."

Song Tingyi glanced at the wall clock on the wall, the minute hand just pointed to the 9.

Eight fifty-three in the morning.

Although Song Tingyi knew very clearly that Luo Yao just found an excuse to stop him from washing the dishes in pain, but compared to washing the dishes, he hated sitting and waiting after preparing everything.Now he just wants to pick up the suitcase and hit Luo Yao's smiling face.

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Luo Yao: I just don’t want to let my wife do the dishes ovo

Fried scallion oil: During the quarantine period, the skills in the DNA of Shanghainese exploded