About my hopeless brother and sister

Maybe girls are more into vegetables?

I poured the milk into a small saucepan and then added the oats. It was stirred and heated slightly, and when I smelled the milk I tasted it and it was okay, but a little sugar would probably be better.

"What? Isn't it sweet? But I haven't added apples yet, are you sure you want to put sugar in?"

Song Yixin watched as I picked up the sugar, pressed my hand and said.

"I think I can still put some sugar in it, it's a bit bland now, really."

Song Yixin looked at me a little suspiciously, picked up the small spoon I used and scooped up a taste, looked up, looked at me and said, "I think it's okay, but... well, our tastes are a little different."

"Do I have a heavier taste?"

"Sort of."

Song Yixin scooped up a spoonful of sugar and carefully poured it into the milk, I stirred it and tasted it, this time there was no problem. I didn't think the sweetness of the apples would enhance the milk, in fact for me milk didn't need to be sweetened, but if it was this kind of porridge, the president would probably like it better if it was sweeter.

Song Yixin poured the chopped apple into a small pot and said, "If you cook, the less spices you use, the better, although seasoning, but the tongue will get rougher and rougher oh."

I nodded and put the bowl of porridge in the microwave. Next, there was nothing for us to do, modern technology is really convenient but also makes me less fun ah. After all, it's fun to watch the porridge simmer a little bit, but now, there's no need for us to do it by hand anymore, we just need to put it in the microwave.

"Then let's make our rice, and after we finish eating, I'll steam an orange."

Song Yixin said with a smile, taking out a carton of eggs, and two tomatoes.

"Ah? Scrambled eggs with tomatoes? Rather nice, I quite like it."

"Yes, the President is sick, and we're sorry to have some good food, so let's begrudge it and have something simple. How about it, Qin Feng?"

Song Yixin smiled and held up a tomato and asked me.

I nodded and said, "Well, you're right. It's nothing really, I'm quite fond of tomatoes and scrambled eggs, so this is good for me."

"So have you stewed rice yet?"

"Well, I prepared it for two before I left the house, but I guess the ground isn't particularly perfect, maybe a little more or less."

I pointed to the side of the rice cooker.

Song Yixin stood on tiptoe to pull open the door, took out a bowl, skillfully cracked an egg into it, and said, "It's okay, if it's not enough, you can have a little less, if it's more, I'll have a little more. Hehehe..."

I skimmed my lips, a polite smile I suppose, and reached out to pick up the tomatoes, but Song Yixin blocked me. She was a little angry, frowned at me and said, "Didn't we agree that I would cook for lunch today? Just don't get started, let me do it anyway, or do you have no confidence in my cooking?"

"No, no, it's not a lack of confidence. It's just that, um, I want to help out... After all, Song Yixin, you're also a guest."

Song Yixin's cooking skills were absolutely fine, but you must be anxious in your heart to have someone who cooks a lot watching others cook at this time, so how could you want to give a hand?

"No, Qin Feng you can't do anything, you can just watch me from here. After all... you only ate Wu Mo Xi's before, not mine..."

Hey hey hey I remember that day I ate that you cooked ah, but just used the name Wu Mo Xi, to say that you cooked I already know no need to cook again to show me, let a guest to cook, this is simply unthinkable.

Song Yixin lowered her head and neatly cut the tomatoes, then carefully peeled off the skin on top of the tomatoes little by little. With a calm smile on her lips, she seemed to be doing a quiet and peaceful job, just like an artisan carving a statue of a god, peeling off the red skin with reverence and awe.

I, on the other hand, was standing behind her, looking at her with some concern.

Wasn't this scene a little too sweet?

It feels a bit like a wife and husband robbing the kitchen after marriage ah. I've said before that I think I'd be very happy cooking with my wife in the future, or that that CG would be the best scene in my journey, but I've only thought about it for a moment, but here it is now!

Something different about this scene is that the girl is not my wife, well, and there are some age issues. It would have been nice to be a little more cozy about it.

Like holding my wife from behind and using a kitchen knife with her or something....

What's wrong with a good grasp and a teenage heart, is that weird? But let's say I've shown my teenage heart more than once! What else is weird about you guys! Besides, I'm a normal teenager, so what if I have a little fantasy! Really....

"Pop..."

There was a loud brittle sound. The rubber band Song Yixin had used to tie her hair seemed to have snapped, and the hair she had tied up at this time was all spread out, pouring down like a waterfall. When I first met Song Yixin, Song Yixin and her hairstyle were close to Wu Mo Xi, but now it has grown a lot, and this movement of wearing it down is so flashy.

"Ah... really..."

Song Yixin sighed and noticed that her hair was spread out, but her hands were covered in tomato juice. She turned her head, saw me, and said with a smile, "Qin Feng, you can help me tie my hair up."

"Huh? Huh? Me?!"

I had been a little enthralled when I was awakened with a shock and didn't know what was happening.

"Yeah, why don't you help me put my hair up, and can I borrow one of the President's rubber bands?"

Song Yixin raised her hand to show me, no need to be so deliberate, I noticed that your hands are full of tomatoes.

I took back the rubber bands, if there's a chairman in the house, these things are everywhere, the chairman will either spread them out or tie them into a ponytail after a bath, it seems to depend on the weather and mood of the day, so she has rubber bands all over the room, basically if you want to find one, you can find one quickly.

"It's hard for you, just need to tie a ponytail."

Song Yixin lifted her head and closed her eyes and said.

"Ah, I, I don't really know how to tie my hair, rather, I've never done it... I've never even done it for a girl's hair or anything like that."

I looked at Song Yixin's hair, a little nervous.

"It's fine, just tie it up, it's simple, just gather all the hair together and fix it."

Song Yixin laughed and said, "Qin Feng have you never tied the President's hair?"

"The President doesn't usually tie his hair..."

All you see of the President is the distribution! The President basically just wakes up in the morning and leaves the house with a little water pressure on her hair because she's lazy and doesn't want to do her hair. That's right, if it weren't for the natural properties of her hair, you guys would see a fried hair President every day.

And to be honest she fries her hair every night.

"Also... It doesn't matter, just tie it up as well as you can, I'll disperse it after I cook, it doesn't matter. Or do you want to tie me up in a nice way, Qin Feng?"

Song Yixin turned back, jokingly saying.

"I think you're just beautiful right now, and you fit my criteria for a wife, either way."

I'll be honest, if I were to choose a wife, I would definitely consider Song Yixin, if I married Song Yixin, then I would be able to work outside at ease, although the relationship between men and women nowadays is not male outside and female inside, but if there is one person in the house, the other would be especially at ease, right?

Song Yixin is a perfect wife candidate no matter what, rather she was made to be such a perfect wife.

If I can get my hands on this perfect craft before anyone else, then I've earned it, it's priceless.

"Ah...ah...what...what...wife...wife or something...I...I...well...not...yet..."

"Ahhh, I'm just kidding."

I looked at Song Yixin whose brain CPU was firing up again and gently grabbed Song Yixin's hair. Song Yixin still couldn't make jokes like that, so maybe it was more out of character for Song Yixin.