Lovely Allergen

There is only one day of monthly vacation, and I stay in the room when I change my knowledge. Song Jin came back from a business trip to accompany Lin Rong to bake, the house full of butter aroma. Song Yu went downstairs to make coffee and was asked by Song's father about his recent scores and the TOEFL test.

"Are you sure?"

Song Yu said something okay, and was about to go upstairs again. Lin Rong stopped him, "Xiaoyu, didn't you say you wanted a carpet yesterday? I picked a woolen one from your aunt's shop and delivered it in a while. We will go up and spread it for you later."

"Oh." Song Yu's throat felt a little uncomfortable, and he coughed, "Anytime."

Lin Rong handed him a plate of freshly baked gluten-free chocolate flow heart cookies, "Bring it up to my brother, wait, I'll pour him a cup of hot milk."

Song Jin suggested, "Yogurt, yogurt is good for the stomach."

The parents arranged clearly, Song Yu carried things upstairs, passed Lezhishi's room, stood outside the door and called his name. When he heard Lezhi, he responded inside and asked him what was wrong.

Song Yu frowned, feeling weird, "Mom asked me to give you cookies."

"Oh! Then... then put it at the door for me, I'll get it later."

Le Zhishi yelled to the door. A few seconds later, he heard Song Yu hum from outside the door. After a while, he walked over and opened the door a little bit. After confirming that Song Yu was not at the door, he opened the door boldly. Pick up the dinner plate on the floor.

"What the **** are you doing in there?"

When he was caught, Le Zhishi stretched out his head and looked at him. Song Yu stood a few steps away in the corridor and looked at him. Pictures of cats and mice popped up in Le Zhishi's mind, and he was Jerry coming out of the hole to steal cheese at this moment.

Song Yu didn't speak much, and walked directly towards Le Zhishi's room, but Le Zhishi went in faster and closed the door with a slam.

Song Yu, who was turned away, experienced a complicated mood in his life that he had never experienced in eleven years.

He even stood in the doorway for a while.

Early on Monday morning, the brothers after washing came downstairs and saw Lin Rong changing shoes in the hallway, their tone of voice was very anxious.

"A good friend of my mother suddenly got acute appendicitis. I have to go to the hospital to take care of her. It is too late to make breakfast today. The money is on the table. You two go out to eat."

Seeing that her scarf was still on the shelf, Le Zhishi rubbed her eyes, walked over and took the scarf around her, "Drive slowly."

"Be careful when eating outside, don't be greedy." Lin Rong hugged him, said goodbye to Song Yu, opened the door and left.

The cold outside the door hit Le Zhishi's ankle, he made a small tremor, stomped his feet on the spot, ran upstairs to change a pair of stockings, and hurry up to go out with Song Yu.

Le Zhishi thought about Song Yu's uncomfortable wrists, and insisted on taking him to school. Of course, he was rejected, and the cold wind outside the door was blown by the cold wind. The two finally chose to go by car.

The car was fast, and it was still early to arrive at the school gate. Le Zhishi was carrying his schoolbag and was almost walking next to Song Yu. Before going to school, he could not go to school with his brother. Now he can stand side by side with integrity. He is in a very good mood.

But when he got to the breakfast shop, he couldn't move.

"I'm so hungry." Lezhishi really stood still.

Song Yu didn't say a word, and chose the cleanest and most spacious storefront, and ordered soup dumplings, three fresh tofu skins and a bowl of beef soup noodles.

"Wide and fine powder?" the boss asked.

Le Zhishi looked behind the boss, "Is there any hollow powder?"

"Yes." The boss emptied the powder into the colander, "I'll put some more for you."

"Thank you boss!" Le Zhishi sat across from Song Yu and looked at the wall of the store. The walls were full of menus. After a while, he said, "Brother Song Yu, I want to drink red bean paste."

Song Yu looked up at him, as if he thought he was very troublesome, but he didn't say anything, got up and asked the boss, who knew the boss said no, "Only black soybean milk. If you want to drink, it seems that there is some next door."

After hearing this, Song Yu walked directly to the next door.

Things developed according to Le Zhishi's wishes. He craned his neck and looked out to confirm that his brother had indeed gone. He quickly took out a bag of things from his schoolbag, ran to the opposite side, quickly opened Song Yu's bag, and stuffed it in. .

After handling the crime scene, he returned to his position as if nothing had happened, and obediently took apart two pairs of disposable chopsticks. Soon after, Song Yu came back with red bean paste.

The bean paste was very hot, and Le Zhishi pulled one out of the two straws Song Yushun took, punctured the cup and took a big mouthful, sweet and soft.

The proprietress came to serve the soup dumplings and gave them a small plate with vinegar soaked in **** shreds. Le Zhishi stood up and put Song Yu's chopsticks on his small plate.

The soup dumplings are stuffed with shrimps and fresh meat. There are eight pieces in total. The stuffed pine needles separate the steamed buns and the bamboo drawers. The skin was so thin that he could almost vaguely see the shrimp inside. He picked up a soup bag, and the skin wrapped in juice swayed straight, like a water balloon that he played with when he was a child, falling into his vinegar saucer.

Neither of them discussed it. Lezhishi directly picked up the other straw on the table, took it apart, pointed the pointed end at the soup wrapper, and took a sip as soon as it pierced, "Yeah!"

"You are not afraid of being burnt to death." Song Yu said in his mouth, his expression used to be normal.

"This soup is so fresh." When he finished sucking, he used chopsticks to tear the skin apart, and ate the shrimp and meat with vinegar, leaving a large piece of skin in the end.

"Your noodles and bean curd." The lady boss came over with two bowls, and when she saw Lezhi, she put the soup bag in Song Yu's bowl, she was still a little confused, "What's wrong, isn't the skin delicious?"

"No, no," Lezhishi moved the powder to him, "I can't eat it."

The proprietress nodded her head seemingly, and asked them to add parsley and left.

Song Yu naturally ate the soup wrapper he had picked up, and another piece of tofu wrapper while it was still hot. Sanxian tofu can be regarded as the most satisfying breakfast.

Stir the diced pork, magnolia slices and shiitake mushrooms into the flavored glutinous rice. Add the marinade to increase the fragrance. The thin skin of mung bean and rice grinded is the tofu skin. Put it on the bottom of the pot, put the egg on it, and turn it over. Put the glutinous rice after the noodles, compact and puff, and cut into cubes while frying. When served while it is hot, the glutinous rice is salty, fragrant and soft, and the tofu skin is golden brown and crispy.

The best part is that there are no allergens from Lezhishi, and he likes it very much.

All of their breakfast is divided into pieces, and when Lezhi ate a piece of tofu, they began to attack the rice noodles again. He took a piece of braised beef to Song Yu, "I wanted to eat macaroni before." Lezhishi put his chopsticks into a piece of noodles and put it in his mouth, "It looks like Chinese spaghetti."

Song Yu only thinks that he is like a bird in the morning, twittering, but he is not usually like this. Today is very excited, as if something big has been done.

"Speak less and eat quickly."

Le Zhishi was honest. He ate four soup dumplings without skins, half a bowl of noodles, and a piece of bean curd. Song Yu made the rest. Lin Rong taught them to respect food since they were young, so the two of them never left after eating out.

After breakfast, there were a lot of people coming and going at the door. Song Yu left the breakfast shop with his schoolbag, Lezhishi trot behind him.

The lady boss stared at their soup steamer in a daze, and was patted by the boss, "I didn't wake up early in the morning."

"No." She frowned, as if she couldn't figure it out. "The two handsome boys just now are really weird. One only eats soup stuffing and the other only eats skin."

What the boss thought it was, "Oh, kids nowadays are very personal."

The two separated from the third floor. Song Yu went upstairs by himself, and was teased when he met his classmates.

"I saw you all too early together, and the relationship with my brother is so good."

Song Yu didn't speak or refute.

Not long after the self-study started early, the English teacher entered the classroom with a book, Song Yu opened his schoolbag to take English notes, and suddenly found that there was an extra box inside. He felt weird and took it out.

At the same table, a courageous but gossip-eyed man with glasses glanced at the box, fearing that Song Yu would discover it, and then pretended to recite the words aloud.

The box is white, as if made by hand, with paintings on it. I mainly drew two little people, one with brown curly hair and the other with black hair. The black-haired wrist was injured, but the one with brown hair shed tears. There is a big red arrow above their heads pointing to the opening of the box.

At the same table, I swept around, and saw Song Yu's expression disgusted, thinking he was going to throw it aside. After all, he often did this when he received various gifts frequently, and he didn't even look at the beautifully packaged gifts.

But what he didn't expect was that Song Yu actually opened it. He actually opened such a small broken handmade box?

The same table exclaimed in his heart, it turned out that Song Yu was so good.

He began to wonder what was in the box.

Song Yu unpacked and took out a wad from inside...

Plaster? The deskmate was so shocked that his glasses slipped, he immediately pushed, and read while endorsing the book. Song Yu looked through the pictures one by one, and it turned out that there were paintings on the plaster, and each one was different. There was also a storyboard, just like a comic strip. The protagonists were all small curly and black-haired men.

In the morning self-study classroom with deafening endorsements, the tablemate accidentally heard Song Yu's laugh, which seemed to be amused and helpless. In short, it was very different from him, and very magical.

But Song Yu didn't look at it much, so he straightened the plasters of skin color, put them back in the box, and put them in the drawer.

This unsolved mystery of early self-study stays for a long time in the heart of the same table.

In the morning two math classes were on papers, and Song Yu was right, so he saved time and immersed himself in new problems. Sure enough, his wrist still hurts. He stopped writing, stared at his wrist and thought for a while, and finally took out the box in the drawer.

He thought of what he said casually that day, which was too ugly to post.

From small to large, every surprise in Lezhishi was sneaky.

Picking out an analgesic sticker where the two villains were the closest to each other, Song Yu looked carefully and found that the painting was very familiar. It seemed to be a scene where he took first place in the high jump in the fourth grade of elementary school. Lezhishi happily threw him in his arms. , But the small approach was too hard, so he threw him directly on the playground.

Later, when the awards were presented, the top three were standing on the small podium. Song Yu just stood at the highest level. When Lezhi, who had just started elementary school, he didn’t know where he ran out. He slipped behind Song Yu and hugged him. The legs disrupted the whole pace of awards.

Of course, in the end he was forcibly taken away by the elementary school head teacher.

Walking out of the memory, Song Yu tore off the plastic film behind him, and carefully stuck the pain relief patch on his wrist. After smoothing it, he unnaturally pulled the sleeves of the sweater and school uniform jacket, trying to block it, and pretending to be something Nothing happened, so I immersed myself in the problem.

After the big class, the large group of troops went downstairs to do exercises. Qin Yan moved lazily, glanced around, and accidentally caught a glimpse of Song Yu's right wrist.

What is it on your hand, is it a tattoo? ?

As soon as he disbanded, he ran to Song Yu and pulled his sleeve without saying anything else, "What did you get on your wrist? Huo Hitachi, you are really a social man, you dare to carry me behind..." The moment he grabbed his wrist Suddenly, Qin Yan turned into the expression of an old subway man looking at his mobile phone, "...putting a plaster?"

Song Yu's expression changed, and he pushed him away, tearing off his sleeves, "What nonsense."

"No, what's this?" Qin Yan smiled, as if he found New World, "Where did you get such a cute plaster? Did some girl give it to you? This is the plaster that a hunk guy wants to put on! Hurry, hurry, I I hurt my shoulder when I played golf two days ago. Give me a slice too."

Song Yu: "..."

"Why is it so stingy, I can always buy it." Qin Yan began to pull his school uniform, "Fuck it is so cold, hurry up! Just one piece!"

"dream."