You won’t believe it unless you see it with your own eyes.
Yu Tingchuan put the pan on the gas stove in front of the flow counter. He was frying eggs with a cigarette in his right hand and occasionally looked at the ash in the trash can next to him.
Seeing him preparing dinner, the whole song dynasty seemed to have a warm current in his heart.
Instead of going in, she went to the living room to turn on the TV.
Then sit cross-legged on the sofa and watch.
After about twenty minutes, Yu Tingchuan came out of the kitchen, put two white bone plates on the table and called her over.
☆, Chapter 223 You must like Weaving Yu.
Sitting at the dinner table, Song Qingcheng looked up and had a western-style dinner. Both of them were spaghetti with a small steak and poached eggs.
The poached eggs are well fried, and the thin egg white is wrapped in egg yolk, which looks lovely. It is also said that some people are very patient when frying eggs. If they are a little rough, the egg yolk must have flowed out.
Yu Tingchuan can cook, which surprised Song Qingcheng.
Feel happy after being surprised.
After dinner, they didn’t go far and took a walk nearby.
Close the black iron fence Song Qingcheng took the initiative to hold Yutingchuan’s arm. It was already dark outside, and the surrounding green scenery made people walk with a strong interest. Without taking a few steps, Yutingchuan took her hand and clasped her hands.
Road met many people in China and smiled and nodded at each other.
There are many Chinese supermarkets on both sides of the road, and there are also various Chinese restaurants and fine arts institutes.
As Christmas approaches, there is a lot of festive joy everywhere.
When I passed a decoration shop, Song Qingcheng was attracted by the Christmas tree in the shop and those exquisite decorations dragged Yu Tingchuan to go and see
Yu Tingchuan was dragged by her and looked at her with joy. What is the little girl’s mind? He was willing to cooperate with her frills, and he slowly followed her with his hands in his trouser pockets.
Song city stopped before the row of scarves.
She looked at a dark gray scarf and stood on tiptoe to take it back and forth. She watched Yu Tingchuan laugh slowly and then ran to him. Do you think this color is very stable?
Yu Tingchuan gave a three-word evaluation.
Song Qingcheng is not satisfied with I like this color where it is soiled
Said to try it on for him.
She has never seen Yu Tingchuan wear a scarf since winter, and even if it is cold, he doesn’t have anything to keep warm around his neck.
Yu Tingchuan quickly took the scarf and buy a beautiful color if you like.
Then you don’t like it? Song Qingcheng asked
As she spoke, she caught a glimpse of the boss knitting in front of the monitor.
The boss is a Chinese woman in her fifties. When Song Qingcheng approached, she found that she was knitting a scarf. When the boss saw that she was a beautiful China girl, her attitude was very kind. Look out that Song Qingcheng was interested in her hand-knitted scarf and said with a smile, This is quite easy to buy a thread bag to teach the bag.
Song Qingcheng saw that the boss knitted a women’s scarf and asked, Do men knit like this?
Men can knit gold ingot needles, said the boss, with a clear smile outside his eyes. Knit for your boyfriend?
Yutingchuan has walked to the door outside the store and lit a cigarette at the moment.
The whole Song Dynasty looked back and heard the words’ boyfriend’ and nodded sweetly. Yeah, he doesn’t like to buy it, so I’ll knit one for him.
The boss took out a dark gray thread ball from the side. Then buy this color, which suits your boyfriend very well.
Like I want to Song Qingcheng smiles brightly.
Yu Tingchuan is almost finished smoking outside, and he hasn’t seen anyone come out yet. He was just about to turn to see an impulse coming. His left arm has been entangled. Song Qingcheng set a gift bag on his wrist next to him. Let’s go!
What did you buy? Yu Tingchuan looked down.
Song Qingcheng is mysterious nothing
Yu Tingchuan didn’t force her to open the bag and lose her cigarette butt, then led her to continue walking through a snack bar. Song Qingcheng looked at the bacon pie, which was novel. No, she said that Yu Tingchuan had already paid for her two by taking out her wallet.
Holding a hot pie, Song Qingcheng was in a good mood and took the initiative to kiss Yu Tingchuan’s side face
Yu Tingchuan touched his cheek. There is a lot of oil in his mouth.
The whole Song Dynasty walked forward bitterly while eating cakes and muttered softly It’s not good to kiss you so much
It’s nearly nine o’clock when I get back to my residence.
When Yu Tingchuan went to take a shower, Song Qingcheng took the wool ball and the stick needle out of the gift bag and tried to knit on the bed barefoot. It was really as simple as the boss said.
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