The petite wife in ancient Alpha

Chapter 33 Come here and wash the tomato

Mature men are completely different from fresh meat, just like no matter how popular sneakers are in the fashion circle, handmade second-hand leather shoes will always be classics among classics.

Gu Ye pressed the shutter several times in a row, but it seemed that every picture had someone's expression out of place. First, Zhi Zhi curled his lips, then his face turned black, and then Jing Cheng Feng was shocked. His hands and feet also became cramped... But it's normal to be red, being hugged by the national male god, if it were him, he would be red too.

The heart was squeezed unexpectedly, and the movement was so fast that he didn't have time to distinguish whether it was a heartbeat or a heartache. Zhi Zhi unconsciously pursed his mouth, peeking at the amber-like clear side pupils on his chest.

The wind on half of his back was blocked, and it was so warm that Zhizhi couldn't help squinting his eyes. He couldn't help but burrowed into it, his heart beating like a wild horse, and he ran all the way towards the cliff.

Fatal, and resigned.

Chu Shang didn't show any resistance to Zhi Zhi who suddenly squeezed over, he just added some material to the show out of professionalism, but Zhi Zhi's silky soft hair rubbed against the side of his face, somewhere in his chest that he didn't want to admit There was a fine itch like a cat's tail sweeping.

He looked down at the smooth and white nape under his eyelids, as if possessed by a vampire, he had the urge to bite down, his eyes became confused under the urging of this thought, and then a picture flashed in his mind...

After taking photos and picking vegetables, the four of them went down from the rooftop to the first floor. Jiang Yangyi had finished the shredded meat and sliced ​​meat, and even picked out the shrimp thread. The mouth of the shrimp was cut quite flat, and they were marinated in a special sauce inside.

Chu Shang walked to the vegetable sink with the basket in his hand, and boasted, "Yes, Yang Yi."

Jiang Yangyi said embarrassingly softly, "Let's be so-so."

Due to the limited space in the kitchen, Gu Ye gave up washing vegetables together and set up the tableware in advance.

Chu Shang moved the vegetables to the vegetable sink to rinse, and chatted with Jiang Yangyi, who was chopping green onions, "What are you going to do with the shrimp?"

"It mainly depends on how you want to eat it. I can do it with oil, steamed, salt and pepper, or spicy." The main reason why Jiang Yangyi couldn't make up his mind was the heat. If he ate it like this for 21 days in a row, he might be pushed back by the director if he went to the group again. .

"Then vote with a show of hands, and the minority obeys the majority."

Chu Shang's eyes were also sharp, and when he turned around, he saw the "little oil pot" spraying oil on Zhi Zhi, and his face changed color immediately, "Zhi Zhi, come here and wash the tomatoes."

Hearing the sound, Zhi Zhi glanced in the direction of Chu Shang, then put the cell phone he had taken out back into his arms, and gave Jing Chengfeng a faint smile, "I'll help wash the vegetables first, let's add friends later."

Jing Chengfeng was slightly stunned, obviously he didn't expect that Zhizhi couldn't even scan the QR code for 1 minute, and he couldn't disobey the soft and sweet voice like taro, he nodded and said yes, Xingxingyan followed Zhizhi into the kitchen .

Without the loops, the Song Dynasty wide-sleeved gown worn by Zhizhi was extremely "lethal". Two Dutch beans were swept away by the sleeve when he was taking the drain basin, and when he turned around, the kitchen paper and the shelf were swept away. scrape down...

Jiang Yangyi, who was cutting chopped green onions, couldn't stand it any longer. He took the apron and handed it to Zhi Zhi, and said politely, "Put it on, the clothes are dirty and hard to wash."

Zhizhi's ears were burning red, and he said in a hurry: "No need Brother Yi, the clothes are dirty as soon as they get dirty, the water is very convenient, and it's not troublesome to wash."

That long "belly hugging" piece was worn by Gu Ye in the morning, and Jing Chengfeng also wore it at noon. He is really...

Carrying the drain basin to the vegetable sink, Zhizhi turned on the faucet and rinsed the surface of the small tomatoes with dust, while rubbing them gently with his hands.

His face was hot, and the hair at the back of his neck was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe. He pulled out the hairpin and put it back together, wrapping it around the top of his head meticulously.

The sleeves slid off with the raised arms, and a pink birthmark the size of a fist was particularly eye-catching on the white forearm.

Chu Shang inadvertently saw the red piece, and the billowing smoke instantly covered his sight. He heard the sound of a crash, and was immediately thrown to the ground...

A slender arm blocked the broken wood that fell towards him without a moment's hesitation, and the extremely restrained muffled groan permeated through the eardrums, tearing at his heart wantonly like a beast, Chu Shang gasped from the cold, and subconsciously supported the Marble tops.

"Are you all right, bro?" Bending down to pick up the two eggplants that fell from Chu Shang's hand, Zhi Zhi leaned close to his face and asked in concern, "Are you tired? Why don't you go upstairs and lie down for a while?"

In just one hour, the hunk's eyes were red for the second time, and Zhi Zhi couldn't be more confused. Before Chu Shang attracted more attention, he hurriedly wiped away the wet mark with his sleeve.

The action of wiping away the tears scared away the person Chu Shang wanted to keep, and the broken feeling in his eyes was replaced by displeasure. He raised his hand and pulled out the jade hairpin that fixed his hip-length hair, and said coldly, "You are not allowed to pull your hair."

After speaking, he turned sideways to avoid the stunned Jiang Yangyi, and walked out of the kitchen with two-meter-long legs. Instead of going back to his room to rest, he turned into the courtyard on the first floor alone holding the jade hairpin.

The romantic style of the courtyard is quite different from that of the B&B. There are no swings, hanging chairs, or delicate green plants. There is only a circle of very simple carbonized wood tree benches. The tree benches are surrounded by a dense banyan tree, and the leaves cover the moonlight. For the most part, he sat in the shadows, trying to remember someone who didn't exist.

Zhizhi was very generous, and he didn't have the same knowledge as Chu Shang who was in a bad mood. First, he asked Jiang Yangyi to help him boil a pot of hot water, and then rushed to the second floor to get his box of ancient tea from Jiangnan.

Jing Chengfeng thought that Zhizhi wanted to share with everyone, so he greeted him with a smile, but Zhizhi only left him with a gust of wind passing by...

"Brother Yi, can you pour some of the tea you brought into the pot?" Zhizhi asked after walking back to the kitchen.

This kind of rough way of drinking is actually quite a waste of good tea, but he can't wait for it to be brewed slowly.

Jiang Yangyi is not such a particular person, he brings tea here just to mingle with everyone, whether it's kung fu brewing or health pot brewing, he drinks it, and drinking it means someone likes it, and he can find a sense of presence in it.

Xinran made tea for Zhizhi, and Jiang Yangyi found a tray with a pot and a cup to put it in, warmly reminding: "Don't burn it."

"No, thank you Brother Yi!"

Zhizhi hastily pulled her hair into a lazy bun with wooden chopsticks, picked up the tray with both hands, and left the living room with the snacks under her arm.

Strolling towards Chu Shang who was hiding in the shadows, Zhizhi put the tray between the two of them, picked up the health pot and poured it into the mug, about a third of the time, Zhizhi stopped.

With the scent of tea wafting and the evening breeze blowing, Zhi Zhi deliberately slowed down the speed of unpacking the snack boxes to relieve Chu Shang's anxiety, and even played his voice softly.

"Did you lose your temper with me just now?" He asked casually.

An accusation without accusation floated to the ear, like a hundred tempered steel twisted around the fingers softly, Chu Shang did not raise his face, and his fingertips were rubbing on the bamboo jade hairpin.

"You look like someone who is very important to me with your hair tied." Chu Shang replied blankly, his lowered eyes never leaving Zhi Zhi's shadow under the courtyard lamp.

"Because I'm like a person who is very important to you, so I can't wear my hair in a bun, can I?" Peeling off the tea package, Zhizhi looked at the worried person blankly, "Who is that person to you?" ah?"

He asked very easily, as if he was not in a hurry for an answer, he swallowed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus-flavored gorgon fruit cake and chewed it carefully.

The moonlight was calm and the insects were singing endlessly. Zhi Zhi ate a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus, drank two sips of tea slowly, and took another piece of original pastry in his mouth.

The dim sum was on the tray between the two of them, and Chu Shang could reach it if he wanted to eat it, but he still took into account the thin skin of the other party, so he gave in, "Would you like to try it?"

The shadow's cheeks were swollen by the pastry, and Chu Shang stared at the tail of his lips and raised his lips. He handed the jade hairpin back to Zhi Zhi, and said to the shadow, "Pull up the bun just now, I want to see You eat with the head of the ball on your head."

Liangyu was warmed by her body temperature, and the touch became very strange. Zhizhi took the hairpin and put it on the tray immediately, as if touching it for a second longer would burn her hand.

If you are in a hurry to eat tea, you will inevitably choke, so Zhizhi picked up the mug and sipped the tea in small sips, and politely refused: "Let's wait another day, my hair is mine, I don't want to mess with it today."

Chu Shang was amused by Zhi Zhi's childish answer, raised his hand and almost stuck it on Zhi Zhi's face, scraped gently from bottom to top, the shadow falling on the stone brick looked very intimate, and Chu Shang's voice softened Three points, "He seems to be like this too."

"I'm the one who feeds the mosquitoes with you now, okay?"

Frowning and knocking off the gesticulating hands under the eyelids, Zhizhi peeled a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus-flavored Gorgon fruit cake to block his speechless mouth, and complained with a small face, "It's more annoying than knowing about it."

Chu Shang grabbed the hand that was being roughly fed, looked at the lips covered with crumbs of snacks, and blurted out: "Who the hell are you?"

Zhi Zhi was stunned, his eyes widened involuntarily.

He opened his mouth, but didn't give Chu an answer immediately.

yeah, who is he?

He was also blinded when the plane landed, so that there was no traffic to lead the way, and he didn't know how to get out of the tall building. The staff who picked up the plane called him Mr. Zhi several times. He thought he was calling the people behind him, but was finally caught Get into the car like a fool.

When he got there, he remembered who he was again, greeted the director and the cameraman, and continued to be in a trance after sleeping. He always felt that there was no one around him, and the surrounding environment was so strange that he panicked until he was killed by Chu in the rooftop vegetable garden. Embracing him, the wind on his back stopped, he was like a little gourd floating on the water, he was fished out by a big hand, a cluster of shameless little flames suddenly ignited in his heart, he wanted to be safe by this The feeling is tightly wrapped, and the ground is carefully...

The moon is not as round as the cup at this moment, but the tea is warm and the snacks are sweet, and the rustling of the leaves dispels his sense of loneliness. He seems to have found the trick of how to step on the rope as if walking on the ground, as long as he opens his arms , or hugged the strong crying man in front of him, and didn't run away.

He didn't know if the absurd answers on his lips could reach Chu Shang's ears, but he wanted to say, the tip of his tongue licked off the crumbs from his lips, and he rolled his eyes.

"I said I was a little gourd, would you believe me?"

Chu Shang looked at Zhi Zhihui's shrewd face noncommittally. The taste of ancient teas and western desserts was very different. It was swallowed raw, and almost killed half of it...

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Hold the belly, that is, the bellyband.

Ling Zhi, who has traveled through time, is not quite used to the apron that looks like a bellyband...