Chapter 8

"what are you going to do?" Song Zhiwen tore open the bag, opened a can of beer and handed it to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo waved his hand and said, "you drink it yourself first, and I'll go shopping at five later."

He paused and then said, "I haven't come up with any good way for the time being, so I can only wait. I haven't told Xiao ran or my family now."

"It's not a matter to procrastinate like this. I'll tell you, come clean as soon as possible, either it's just a row, or it's death. But if it really doesn't work, you'll die sooner or later. It's better to die earlier, so as to save you from worrying all day."

"Of course you think so. Which time have you been in love for more than a month? Xiao ran and I have been together for four years. I'm afraid she can't think of it for a moment."

"Fart, she can't think of it? I've seen Lu Yunran many times, haven't I seen it? She's a traditional woman who only wants to get married once in her life. If she has no hope with you, she won't pester you in vain. She's so beautiful that she has to hang from your crooked neck tree?"

Yang Guo was silent.

Songzhiwen realized that his words were a little too heavy. He added, "my words are a little ugly. Don't mind, brother, it's for your own good."

"I know," Yang Guo said in a low voice, "I also understand. I knew her character from the beginning when I fell in love with her."

"Why don't I think so? I used to think this girl was beautiful and reliable. After marriage, I can follow you with all my heart. Where can I find such a good girl?"

Song Zhiwen secretly said, "you are more than her. You are all idiots who fall in love for the purpose of marriage."

"I always think that if we get married, we will be the most loving couple in the world. We go out to work together in the morning, come back to cook together in the evening, take a walk in the park after eating, have a baby, and grow old slowly."

Song Zhiwen couldn't help but say, "do you think this is love? How do I feel that I have gone beyond love to become family." Song Zhiwen thought of Yang Guo, whose name is only one tone away from Yang Guo's. Yang Guo and little dragon girl can stay in the ancient tomb for a lifetime. This guy's idea and feeling are not too much!

Yang Guo said with a smile, "of course, it's not what you Playboy can imagine. I'm just thinking about it. You know I have no ambition, and I just want to live a plain but happy life."

Yang Guo picked up the kettle on the tea table, poured himself a cup of boiled water and took a sip, Then he said, "who knows, before we get married, I have a daughter, which suddenly disrupted the original plan. But, you know? With my daughter these days, I feel happier and happier than before. I feed her every day, bathe her, change her diapers, laugh at her, laugh at me, cry at her, and I feel uncomfortable."

Song Zhiwen shook his head and said, "you are enjoying it, and you are isolated from the world. You can see at a glance. Haven't you shaved for a few days? Haven't you taken care of your hair carefully?"

Yang Guo touched his chin, and his stubble was as long as half of his knuckles. It was strange to prick his hand. He smiled shyly and said, "I didn't pay attention. I'll plane it later."

"Have you figured it out? With this daughter, you are no different from the one who divorced and took a mop! No, it should be worse. You are still an unmarried pregnant woman." Song Zhiwen said.

Yang Guo said decisively, "I've figured it out for a long time. Anyway, I'll raise Qiqi."

"Qiqi? The name given by Wu Yue?"

"No, I did, Yang LUOQI, Luo Heqi next to Wang."

"Well, that's a nice name. OK, I won't advise you anymore. I can only wish you good luck. However, as far as Lu Yunran is concerned, I don't think much of you." Song Zhiwen said.

"I can only take one step at a time." Yang Guo sighed.

Yang Guo stood up, pushed open the bedroom door and looked at Qiqi. He was still sleeping quietly. He safely closed the door and said to song Zhiwen, "I'm going to buy vegetables. You can help me see Qiqi at home. She's still sleeping. It's no big problem. If there's anything, call my cell phone."

While drinking beer, song Zhiwen shook his hand at him, looked up and said, "no problem, go ahead and come back early. I always feel flustered when I watch the children alone."

There is a market near the community. Yang Guo didn't shop much. He simply bought half a bundle of vegetables, two tomatoes and a bag of beef. Eggs and ingredients are available at home, so you don't need to buy them for the time being.

Back home, Qiqi just woke up, Yang Guo quickly put down the dishes in his hand, washed his hands and went to replace song Zhiwen who was helpless.

After changing Qiqi's clean diaper, Yang Guo didn't rush to make milk powder for her, but poured some warm water into the bottle to feed her. As the nurse said, Qiqi is not breast-feeding, so she needs some water.

"Qiqi, this is uncle mosquito. Did you say hello to Uncle mosquito?" Yang Guo teased her.

However, it was obvious that boiled water was not as good as milk. Qi Qi wrinkled her small nose and drank and vomited a lot. Yang Guo was not prepared and her chest was wet.

Songzhiwen looked at Yang Guo for a while to feed water and change her clothes. He was so busy that he shook his head and ignored him. He connected his computer to Yang Guo's computer desk, opened it and played across the line of fire.

After being busy for half an hour, Qiqi went to bed again, and Yang Guo was free again. He glanced at Song Zhiwen, who was enjoying himself, and said, "you play first. I'll cook and stay with you in the evening." As a result, song Zhiwen ignored him at all.

Yang Guo's cooking skills soared after graduation, probably because he was smart enough to learn everything quickly. Originally, he just followed the chart and looked at the cooking skills studied by the computer himself. Now he has become a "Chef". Of course, this title has not been certified by the state, but song Zhiwen was crowned as a foodie.

Yang Guotao washed rice, put a finger and a half of water to cook first, and the rice cooker was plugged in. At this time, song Zhiwen turned his head and called, "Hey, wait, my mother asked me to bring you two sausages. I forgot, you cut a section to make a sauerkraut rice. Last time you made it so delicious that I drooled if I wanted."

Yang Guoman's head was full of black lines: "why didn't you say earlier that cured rice takes a long time to cook."

Song Zhiwen took out two sausages from the bag and handed them over with a smile: "it's okay, it's okay to eat later. Whoever calls me this mouth."

The sausage brought by song Zhiwen has a beautiful color. The white fat forms a sharp contrast with the jujube red lean meat. It feels tight and elastic, and smells fragrant. At first glance, it is an authentic high-quality Cantonese sausage that is difficult to buy in the market.

YangGuo unplugged the electricity, and the preserved rice had to be soaked for an hour first. YangGuo also boiled water, part of which was used to disinfect the baby's bottle and pacifier, part of which was poured into the plate, and a long section of sausage was cut into it to soak.

"Doldoldoldol" a series of compact but rhythmic knife sounds. Yang Guo's left hand presses the beef, the middle finger joint presses the knife body, and his right hand holds the knife. When the kitchen knife falls, it is clean and neat. It is gently pulled and cut, and then it is lifted. It is never muddy and watery. His left hand moves sideways to the left with the action of his right hand, and a piece of beef is cut into light and thin meat slices with uniform thickness in less than ten seconds. After cutting the beef, Yang Guo takes out the sausage, cuts it into pieces and puts it in a small plate.

Since he had to wait, Yang Guo washed his hands and sat behind song Zhiwen to watch him play. Song Zhiwen's AK is still playing well, with a high head popping rate. This guy is a bit on top of the game. He rushes with a gun in his arms, often killing twoorthree people on the other side and then being beaten up.

It's almost time. Yang Guo brushed a layer of pot with oil, and then poured rice and water into it. There is no casserole at home, so Yang Guo has to make do with electric rice cooker to make preserved rice.

The rice was boiling, and Yang Guo was not idle. He chose the vegetables, scattered the eggs in the bowl, and peeled and cut the tomatoes into small pieces. Originally, tomatoes can be peeled without peeling, and they are more nutritious, but song Zhiwen didn't think the skin was delicious, so Yang Guo had to give up. Yang Guo cooked tomato and egg soup first. I didn't plan to make too much trouble today, so I chose the simplest tomato and egg soup.

After the soup is cooked, the rice is almost eight mature. Yang Guo spreads the cut sausage on the rice and then cooks it. After twoorthree minutes, he puts a few pieces of green vegetables in it, covers it and unplugs the electricity.

Yang Guo then Kwai fried a plate of oil consuming beef and a plate of green vegetables, and today's dinner is ready.

"Mosquitoes, come and wash the dishes." Yang Guo put the dishes on the table and asked song Zhiwen to work.

"Well, I'm starving." Song Zhiwen resolutely quit the game, buttoned up the computer and ran over. He twisted up a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth.

"Oh, delicious, Lao Guo, the beef you fried is absolutely delicious. It's smooth and tender. It's too delicious!" Song Zhiwen was full of praise.

"I'll go. If you don't wash your hands, you'll eat secretly. Hurry to wash the dishes." Yang Guo scolded him while brushing the pot.

Before serving the table, Yang Guo mixed a small bowl of sauce with soy sauce, sugar, sesame oil and other ingredients, opened the electric rice cooker and poured it on the cured rice. For a time, the whole room was filled with the smell of cured meat, and song Zhiwen's saliva flowed all over the floor as he washed the bowl.

"Fragrant!" Song Zhiwen didn't eat at all, and exclaimed loudly. He quickly picked up the rice with golden sausage oil, and from time to time picked up a piece of juicy beef and stuffed it into his mouth.

Yang Guo didn't talk to him too much. Anyway, the boy would never be polite in front of him. He tasted the food carefully with his own food. A little proud in my heart: "my craft is getting better and better!"

What is the happiest thing for a chef? That is, someone appreciates their own dishes! With the praise of song Zhiwen, a big eater, Yang Guo ate even more delicious.

Having had enough to eat and drink, song Zhiwen, who was satisfied, consciously ran to wash the dishes. Yang Guo then packed up the pans and spoons and made milk powder for Qiqi.

Qiqi was very punctual. She woke up at almost eight o'clock. Yang Guo was familiar with feeding her and waiting for her to fall asleep.

Yang Guo thought that Qiqi was really good. These days, he rarely cried. Except for wetting the bed and crying twice when he woke up hungry, he didn't give him much trouble.

After cleaning up, Yang Guo went to take a bath and wash clothes.

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