The boy's hand was very big and very hot. His hand that was holding Jiujiu's hand was like a small stove, warming up Jiujiu's hand that had almost turned into ice cubes because of the cold.
The boy's hands were very big and very rough. His palms were densely packed with calluses. His fingers were like sandpaper, extremely rough. Even though he was holding Jiujiu's hands tightly and had a layer of sweat, it still hurt a little.
The boy was very tall. Every step he took was like a soldier marching. Step by step, he pulled Jiujiu forward.
The two walked from the entrance of the village to the end of the village. When they couldn't see any buildings in front of them, the boy seemed to come back to his senses. He turned his head to look at Jiujiu and asked in a low voice, "Where is your home?"
This meant that he wanted to send Jiujiu home.
Jiujiu said that they had already passed by her house, but the boy still held her hand and walked forward. Jiujiu thought that he wanted to take a walk with her, so she did not tell him that she had reached home. However, only now did she realize that he did not want to take a walk with her, but he did not know where her house was at all. He wanted to tell her when she reached home.
Jiujiu pursed her lips and revealed a faint smile. She held the boy's hand and turned to walk back.
In fact, Jiujiu's house wasn't far from the entrance of the village. The two walked from the entrance to the end of the village, then from the end of the village to the entrance of the village. Only then did they arrive at Jiujiu's house.
After Jiujiu opened the door, Little White, Steamed Bun, and Steamed Bun immediately jumped onto her. Steamed Bun and Little White, who hadn't seen Jiujiu for a day, let out a series of spoiled whimpers.
Jiujiu stroked the fur of the three as she turned her head to look at the boy standing at the door. She softly asked, "Do you want to come in and sit for a while?"
Hearing Jiujiu ask him to stay, the boy immediately walked into the house and closed the door especially smoothly. It was obvious that he didn't want to leave.
Jiujiu only pursed her lips and smiled at the boy's little actions. Then she carried the three little ones to the back room.
Although Zhang Li's parents were dead, everything that should have been bought at home before they died was neatly arranged. Jiujiu was alone at home, so she turned the small room near her house into a kitchen. She directly locked the rooms in front of her house.
Jiujiu walked into the living room and turned on the lights. She took out the electric kettle and poured a glass of water for the boy. She softly said, "Drink some water to warm your body."
When he saw the water, he blinked his eyes, blinked, and the corners of his mouth....... drinking. tasteless, but he inexplicably felt like it was sweet.......... to. the water.
After pouring a glass of water for the boy, Jiujiu poured another glass for herself. As she drank, she looked at the boy sitting on the sofa and asked softly, "Do you want to eat?"
"Mm." After the boy acknowledged, he spoke again, "My name is Yan Zhen."
Jiujiu's lips curled up slightly when she heard his name. She softly said, "That's a nice name. My name is Zhang Li."
"You have a nice name too," Yan Zhen praised with sincerity.
Jiujiu's mouth couldn't help but twitch in response to Yan Zhen's praise. Yan Zhen, are you sure that a name that can be found on the streets is nice?
In response, Yan Zhen expressed that his woman's name, even if it was Buttface or Gousheng, was the nicest name in the world.
Jiujiu had been hungry since noon, so she went straight to the kitchen to cook after talking to Yan Zhen.
She put the rice into the rice cooker to cook. Jiujiu took out the vegetables and meat she bought yesterday from the cabinet and began to wash them. She was going to make braised pork with soy sauce, stir-fry shredded potatoes, and make vinegar cabbage.
Jiujiu was already a little hungry. After a while, the sound of vegetables being cut came from the kitchen.
Yan Zhen, who was sitting in the living room drawing souls, drank the water in his hand in one gulp when he smelled the tempting smell. He then stood up and stood at the kitchen door to watch Jiujiu cook.
Jiujiu was wearing a red apron, and she was holding a kitchen knife and a potato in her hand. After a series of crunching sounds, the originally round potato in Jiujiu's hand became as thin as a hair.
After cutting the potatoes, Jiujiu soaked the potatoes in water and then began to cut the meat.
When Jiujiu bought meat, she could buy the pork ribs. However, she was not strong enough, so it was more difficult for her to cut the meat.
Just as Jiujiu was thinking about whether she should sharpen the knife or change to another knife to continue cutting, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and took the kitchen knife from Jiujiu's hands. He pushed Jiujiu away and stood in front of the chopping board.
The dull kitchen knife in Jiujiu's hand was like a sharp sword in Yan Zhen's hand. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! The bones and flesh that Jiujiu had failed to cut open were instantly separated.
After separating the bones and meat, Yan Zhen looked back at Jiujiu, who was stunned. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "How do you cut it?"
"Let me do it." Jiujiu originally wanted to make braised pork with soy sauce, but it was more time-consuming, so she planned to make stir-fried shredded pork.
However, it was more troublesome to cut the shredded pork. She was afraid that Yan Zhen would feel impatient, so she said that she would do it herself.
After Jiujiu finished speaking, she reached out to take the kitchen knife from Yan Zhen's hands. However, before her hand touched the knife, Yan Zhen turned around and continued to cut the meat.
Yan Zhen's knife skills were not very good, but he quickly cut the meat into pieces.
Although the thickness was not very good, it was still close to the shredded pork.
After cutting the meat into pieces, Yan Zhen handed the kitchen knife to Jiujiu.
Looking at Yan Zhen's oily hands, Jiujiu pointed at the hot water bottle at the side and motioned for Yan Zhen to wash his hands.
In fact, compared to washing his hands, Yan Zhen preferred to stand beside Jiujiu and watch Jiujiu cook. However, the feeling of having oily hands was not very good, so Yan Zhen washed his hands first. After washing his hands, he casually shook the water droplets on his hands and continued to stand at the kitchen door and watch Jiujiu cook.
Because Yan Zhen had already cut the meat into slices, Jiujiu quickly cut the meat into shredded pork. Then, she cut a cabbage and started to stir-fry the vegetables.
Yan Zhen had seen his mother cook before. However, his mother was hot-tempered and impatient. She was always forgetful and careless. Even cooking was like fighting a war. Yan Zhen, who had seen his mother cook once, was disgusted by women's cooking.
However, after seeing the scene of Jiujiu cooking, Yan Zhen felt that it wasn't all bad for a woman to cook. It could even be beautiful.
Beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Jiujiu's steps were exactly the same as other people's cooking, but in Yan Zhen's eyes, it was much better than other people's. Even the way Jiujiu added seasoning was like dancing. It was extraordinarily beautiful.
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