I am a Good Man

"Ban Ren's husband is very handsome. Did you see it? He's so tall." This was a fact she had to admit.

"Yeah, hurry up, the fried lotus root meat is going to be gone." Her deskmate pulled her and ran away.

Ji Yang arrived at the dormitory, stood in front of the door and was about to take out the key. He found that the door was unlocked and pushed it open.

He walked towards the kitchen, and as soon as he reached it, there was an exclamation from inside.

Zhang Ruowan held a shovel and hurriedly turned off the fire. A burning smell filled the air.

"Are you back?" When she saw him coming in, she looked confused, "So soon? I thought it was only eleven o'clock."

Ji Yang walked over and saw that the sea fish in the pot was fried to pieces and looked unbearable. He frowned and said, "The lower part is half burnt."

Affirmative tone.

"Originally I was going to make soup, but the fish seller said it would be delicious if it was fried. Plus, I was afraid the fishy smell would be too strong when making soup, so I could only fry it. I was afraid it would burn and I would turn it over frequently and then it would fall into pieces. I didn't move anymore, it was burnt again." Zhang Ruowan said pitifully.

Isn't it fried like this?

He is like this.

"Turn on low heat, turn the pan and fry slowly. Who can bear the tossing and turning?" Ji Yang took the shovel and started to turn the noodles.

Good guy.

Four small fish are connected together, and they are extremely dark.

Zhang Ruowan was a little disappointed. She had been busy for half the morning and didn't cook the dishes she put aside. She thought of frying the fish first, but it was a failure.

"You have to fry the fish last, otherwise the food will be mixed with flavor, and it will take a long time. Turn it over and fry this side, and you can still eat half of it." Ji Yang turned on the fire again, scraped the bottom of the pot a few times, and added some oil. Go in.

Zhang Ruowan walked up behind him and rested her forehead on his back dejectedly.

"It's okay, it will be better next time." Ji Yang turned the pot a little in one direction and looked at the vegetables next to him, "Have these been washed?"

"Um."

"Go and correct your homework, I'll fry it." Ji Yang reached to the side, took a few slices of garlic, slapped the blade of the knife down, and broke it into pieces.

"It will be changed later."

"Don't you want to take a nap for a while?" He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, "I said it's fine if I come back and cook again. If you really want to cook, next time you can cook noodles, vegetables, etc. I think it's okay to stir-fry pickled mustard with eggs. OK."

"You came back from class all morning and I made you eat fried mustard with eggs? That's not pitiful." She turned her head to the side, "I'm not abusing you."

It's pitiful to think about it, he cooked a big meal for her and made her eat whatever she wanted.

"What's so pitiful?" Ji Yang disagreed, "How can you be so particular about eating? I can also eat porridge with pickled mustard. I can change my taste occasionally. Go ahead and I'll call you later."

"Then I'm going?" She stood up straight, with a questioning tone in her tone.

"Yeah." Ji Yang nodded without hesitation.

"I made seaweed soup. It's ready. I haven't added salt yet. You can add a little later." She pointed to the pot on one side.

"good."

She pursed her lips and smiled, then turned and went to the study.

She didn't dare to leave when Ji Yang was cooking a few days ago, for fear that he would accuse her of freeloading or being lazy.

Even if she didn't do anything, just standing by and not leaving would make her feel more at ease.

But he was helpless and refused to let her guard him.

Gradually, it became the same as before. Whether he came back to sleep when he was tired or went to correct his homework and prepare for lessons, he didn't say anything.

She was busy with her work, and he took the initiative to take on the cooking task. He would cook when the time came, and occasionally made her supper. He worked hard without complaining, and seemed to always be in high spirits and smiling towards her.

After the two had a good meal and rested for a while, she continued to correct some homework, and Ji Yang peeled an apple for her.

At one o'clock she was going to take a lunch break.

She is the only one in their family who takes a nap. Ji Yang never takes a nap. When she sleeps, he watches TV, plays games, chats in friend groups, or just copes with school arrangements.

As soon as she went to bed, he turned off the external sound of his mobile phone.

"Did you go to bed very late last night? Do you want to sleep together for a while?" She looked at the sofa, where he was sitting with his feet up.

He really didn't look like a teacher at all. In fact, she was the one who said she wanted to apply for a secondary school education, so he came too, otherwise he would have been doing other jobs. Every time she thought about it, she felt that during this period He sacrificed a lot in the relationship, and she couldn't be too willful.

He was very good to her, otherwise why would he be willing to do so much?

Ji Yang sat up straight and looked at her, "I don't even take a nap at four o'clock, so I can't sleep."

"If you don't get enough sleep, your head will hurt." She pulled the quilt, "It's a bit cold. Can the air conditioner be turned up higher?"

Ji Yang turned the fan up three degrees, stood up and turned off the fan, walked to the bed, put the phone aside, and suddenly pressed on her through the quilt, "I won't sleep, but I can hold you and let you sleep."

Zhang Ruowan avoided his gaze and said in a low voice, "That's not what I meant, I'm just afraid that you won't get enough sleep."

"That's what I mean." Ji Yang hugged her and the quilt together, then kissed the side of her face, a series of dense kisses fell, "It's soft and fragrant."

Zhang Ruowan pushed him gently and said softly, "Sleep well."

"As you command." He let go of her, got into bed again, and took her into his arms. Even with a little force, she couldn't move.

Zhang Ruowan was quiet and didn't move. She looked into his deep black eyes. The smile on her face was a little stiff. She mustered up the courage to explain, "Actually, my hand is a little uncomfortable in this position. I'm pressing it. I'm not pretending."

Ji Yang was startled, then changed her position in the next second, his hand was pressed by hers, and he held her whole body in his arms, "What about this?"

"Your hands will feel uncomfortable." She didn't want to press it.

"Is that so?" He laughed, turned over and pressed on her, making her body tremble when he saw her.

Very frightened.

In fact, the two have not been married for more than two months. The last time he was impatient, she resisted a little, and before he said anything, he told her to stop pretending, and then he didn't hug her at night. This was also the beginning of that cold war. .