After Marrying the School Grass

Shen Zixiao was overjoyed, "Fuck, what a good day is today! Can I order?"

Although Jian Ran is a rich second-generation, his cooking skills are the best among the three in their dormitory. There is an electric cooker in the dormitory. When Jian Ran was in a good mood, she cooked soup for them. It was only three times a year. Every time the three of them looked like the New Year. Ji Yuanxi also posted a special post on the school forum about this matter, allowing Jian Ran to gain a large number of female fans.

Jian Ran: "Yes."

Shen Zixiao said: "In such a cold day, you should drink chicken soup! Pheasant stew for five or six hours, then add some mushrooms..."

"It became a famous dish, pheasant stewed with mushrooms."

Shen Zixiao didn't hear the irony in Jian Ran's tone, "Yes, with some small wine, it's good."

There is a vegetable market near the school. At this time, most of the people who come to buy groceries are aunts, and two young boys are particularly conspicuous in it. Especially Jian Ran, who looks like a little star on TV. The aunt who sells food sees what variety show he thinks he is filming.

Jian Ran didn't even give the chicken stall a straight look, and went straight to the pork stall and asked for two spare ribs. She also troubled the enthusiastic stallholder to chop him into small pieces.

The stall owner: "You only need two, are you enough to eat?"

Jian Ran said casually: "No way, it's too expensive to afford."

The stall owner joked with him: "I want me to chop it for you at this point."

Jian Ran smiled and said, "Don't tell me, at my house, the owner of the pork for ten yuan can cut it into thin slices."

The stall owner laughed: "The young man looks like a southerner."

Shen Zixiao couldn't help but rolled his eyes and whispered, "Isn't it talking about making chicken soup? Why did you buy spare ribs, or did you have a double portion today?"

Jian Ran raised her eyebrows, "Who said that?"

Shen Zixiao scratched his head, "I said that?"

"Yes," Jian Ran said ruthlessly, "that's what's up to me."

Shen Zixiao was speechless. "Those two ribs are not enough for four people."

Jian Ran fluttered and dropped a sentence: "Did I say it was for you?"

Shen Zixiao said angrily: "Jian Ran, you actually want to eat alone!"

"Not for me."

Shen Zixiao froze for a moment, and laughed out: "You seem to work hard to make me funny. It's not for us, not for yourself, who can you give it to? Are your parents in Guangzhou?"

Jian Ran ignored him and said silently in his heart: Give me the husband who has a cold.

The two came to the vegetable stall. Jian Ran bought a white radish, two handfuls of green onions, and two pieces of ginger. The stall owner’s expression was quite complicated. When Jian Ran asked her for help, Shen Zixiao was afraid that the stall owner would pick up the radish. He smashed in the face.

Jian Ran went to the grocery store and bought an insulated lunch box. After shopping, the two ate something casually at the school gate.

Back in the bedroom, Jian Ran found the electric stew pot that had been in the dust for a long time, and the operation was fierce. Finally, he pressed the button for boiling soup and waited for an hour.

Shen Zixiao watched from the sidelines and didn't forget to give him a narration: "High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods. After two hours of busy work, Master Jian began..."

Jian Ran washed his hands, picked up the phone, and found that Ren Qinglin had sent him a WeChat ten minutes ago.

.R: Senior, are you going to score?

Jian Ranranran: You call first, I'll be late.

.R: OK.

Jian Ran typed "Did you have a better cold", thought about it, and deleted it again. Anyway, he will be able to see people later, it would be better to ask in person.

When he was not there, Ren Qinglin and Shen Zixiao lined up. Jian Ran could hear Ren Qinglin's voice occasionally, which was a little deeper and hoarse than usual.

While waiting, Shen Zixiao and Ren Qinglin chatted: "Qinglin, what's wrong with your voice?"

Ren Qinglin: "I have a cold."

Shen Zixiao: "Jian Ran just had a cold. You are here again. Are you infected by him?"

Ren Qinglin smiled lightly, "Maybe."

"This weather is the easiest to catch a cold, you have to pay attention..." Shen Zixiao was halfway talking, smelling a scent, and a thought came out in his heart.

Jian Ran's soup, shouldn't it be for...

Shen Zixiao glanced at the marshal Bi·Human/Wife·Not messy·Roommate who was sprinkling green onions into the soup.

It's impossible to ask directly, he still doesn't want to die, and Jian Ran won't necessarily answer if he asks.

Shen Zixiao said to Mai: "Qinglin, do you like to eat green onion?"

Jian Ran pricked up her ears.

Ren Qinglin: "Huh?"

Shen Zixiao: "I'm doing an investigation on the difference in taste between North and South."

Ren Qinglin: "I don't like it very much."

Shen Zixiao deliberately repeated loudly: "Oh, so you don't like to eat green onions."

Jian Ran gave a "tsk" and picked up the chopped green onion with a leaking broom, and finally sprinkled a little salt on it and served it to the plate!

Shen Zixiao:...

Fuck, when he caught a cold last year, Jian Ran didn't have anything except "drink more hot water".

Jian Ran turned around and met Shen Zixiao's thought-provoking eyes, "Sick?"

Shen Zixiao complained: "Jian Ran, Brother Jian, of course, can I still be your best friend?"

"No, get out."

"If Ren Qinglin and I fell into the river at the same time, which one would you save first?"

Jian Ran:? ? ?

Shen Zixiao sang to himself: "Am I the person you love most, why don't you talk--"

"...There are cat cakes."

Jian Ran loaded the radish rib soup to Ren Qinglin's bedroom, knocked on the door for a while before opening.

Ji Yuanxi once said when Jian Ran was sick that even if some people are sick, they are more handsome than you dressed up for an hour. This is fate, there is no way.

At this moment, Jian Ran understood this sentence deeply.

Ren Qinglin was wearing a hooded sweater and a thick black coat. His face was a little pale and his eyes didn't look good.

But it's still horribly good-looking.

Seeing Jian Ran, he was a little surprised at the same time, his eyes lit up, "Senior."

Jian Ran looked behind him, "You are the only one in your dormitory?"

"Well, there will be a class meeting tonight."

Jian Ran breathed a sigh of relief. It's not that he thinks it is shameful for boys to cook soup, but let the juniors know that he deliberately cooks soup for Ren Qinglin, then where is his authority as a senior?

Ren Qinglin looked down at the thermal bag in his arms, "What is this?"

Jian Ran walked into the bedroom, "Spare Rib Soup."

Ren Qinglin suddenly widened his eyes, "Well...is it for me?"

The younger brother usually uses his brain well, why is he so slow at this time.

Not for him, is it for Huang Feihong?

In Ren Qinglin's shocked eyes, Jian Ran's cheeks burned, "Shen Zixiao suddenly wanted to drink soup, so he cooked a little. As a result, it was a little too much, and he couldn't finish it."

Jian Ran took out his buddies as a shield, but she didn't know that Shen Zixiao just told Ren Qinglin in the game voice that he was a little hungry and was about to order a takeaway.

Ren Qing lingered for a moment, then curled his mouth little by little, "Then senior, thank him for me."

"Thank him for what?"

"Thank him for not finishing it, so you can save me some."

Jian Ran choked, and said in a bad tone: "That should thank me more, it is the ingredients I bought, the soup!"

Ren Qinglin's smiling eyes were very charming, "Well, thank you, senior."

Jian Ran opened the lunch box, and the smell of soup pounced on her face, "Is there a bowl?"

"Yes, it's on the cabinet."

Jian Ran picked up the bowl and moved naturally to help him serve the soup; Ren Qinglin sat beside him and waited, looking at his side face, and couldn't help thinking of the old mother serving porridge to his father when the family had breakfast at home. Picture.

Jian Ran always said that their marriage is different from that of their parents, but at some point, there are similarities.

"It's suitable to eat radishes in winter," Jian Ran said. "It's still a bit hot. Be careful."

Ren Qinglin took a sip, and Jian Ran asked, "How is it?"

Ren Qinglin smiled and said, "It's delicious."

Jian Ran: "The evaluation is only two words, not sincere."

Ren Qinglin took another sip slowly, and then showed a stunning expression, "The soup is delicious and sweet, salty and suitable, and it melts in the mouth..."

Knowing that Ren Qinglin was talking nonsense, Jian Ran still couldn't help but smile, "You can pull it, what can you turn into a soup."

"Senior, do you want to drink together?"

"No, drinking too much makes it easy to run to the toilet at night."

Ren Qinglin paused, "Then do I have to drink less."

"No," Jian Ran said forcefully, "you must finish drinking."

Ren Qinglin held back a smile, "Okay."

At this time, there was a sound from the game book: "I'm back, keep going!"

Shen Zixiao's voice made Jian Ran stunned. He asked anxiously, "Tell me, you didn't open Freedom wheat."

"No, it's a button to speak."

Phew, saved.

"Senior, please give me a few shots," Ren Qinglin said, "I will finish the soup first."

"Yes." Jian Ran and Ren Qing changed positions, moved their necks, and clicked to enter the ladder match.

When choosing a position, Jian Ran hesitated and chose the output position according to Ren Qinglin's usual habit. Although his marksmanship is not much better than that of Shen Zixiao, it is still possible to use a melee hero for brainless face output.

After the start, the milk position on the opposite side became cute on the public screen.

[Competition] Little Moxian: I played with my brother in the fourth row last time! >.

【Game】Professional accompany to play:?

Shen Zixiao said in the team's voice: "Oh, I remember her, who specializes in tits, and I want to add you as a friend."

After being reminded like this, Jian Ran also remembered. This girl's voice is very good, and she also said she would be Ren Qinglin's bound milk.

Jian Ran glanced at Ren Qinglin and saw that the other party was drinking soup, quietly opening his friends list, and was surprised to find that there were only two people in it, he and Shen Zixiao, there were no little demon gods and big devil gods.

Therefore, the name "professional accompany to play" is not fun. Ren Qinglin really only plays this game to accompany others.

The person he wants to accompany is one of "When will Iron Fist be deleted" and "Shen Siye".

That should be Fourth Master Shen.

——Do you think I would think so! I'm not an idiot!

Jian Ran leaned back on the chair, licked her lips, and wanted to laugh a little bit.

In the lower left corner of the screen, Xiao Moxian was still close to the thigh in his eyes.

[Game] Little Moxian: Brother is merciful, don't kill me ah ah ah QAQ

[Game] Xiao Moxian: I have lost a hundred points today, can I get on my brother's car later?

[Competition] Shen Siye: OK.

[Game] Little Moxian: Thank you brothers! QWQ

This Xiaodog really will die if he doesn't tease his sister.

The chat channel of the existing team also became lively.

[Team] Resurrecting the five wool thread once: The two C-positions won't really have to be released, I have reported it.

[Team] Didn't the C position on the opposite side have a meal? Try hard: The upper sister is not on the score, so happy.

[Team] Shen Siye: No, I am an upright person.

Jian Ran did not switch the channel back to the team.

【Game】Professional accompany to play: No, legal objects will not be allowed.