Yue Ze looked at Chu Ci's movements, raised his eyebrows slightly, and just looked directly at the little girl in front of him, the meaning of his words was a little unclear, "No, I think...... It's still a little hot. ”

The last voice was extremely low, Chu Ci didn't hear it clearly, but he didn't dig deeper, Yue Ze just sent Chu Ci all the way home.

After agreeing on a time to come for the weekend, Yue Ze turned around and left.

The weekend is coming.

The doorbell of Chu Ci's house rang on time.

This person probably has some obsessive-compulsive disorder, and strictly abides by everything, and what time he says it will arrive.

It's never too late, it's never too late.

Chu Ci had just woken up and opened the door with a mess of hair.

Outside the door, Koshizawa finally stopped wearing his school uniform.

Today, I wore a short-sleeved dark blue plaid shirt, which was originally full of bookish atmosphere, and now it has a clean feeling.

He still has the same pair of black-rimmed glasses, holding a few notebooks in his hands, looking at the thickness, it seems that he has brought all his homework.

It looks like you're going to stay here for a long time.

Seeing Chu Ci wearing pajamas, his eyes were sleepy, his hair was messy, and he looked like he was asleep and hadn't woken up yet.

Yue Ze raised his eyebrows, subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed the top of Chu Ci's somewhat messy hair, then pushed Chu Ci inside, and closed the door behind him with his backhand.

A faint voice sounded, "Haven't woken up yet?" ”

Chu Ci sighed and yawned, "No, I didn't get up for long now, but I haven't washed up yet." ”

Waiting for Chu Ci to wash, let Yue Ze sit on the sofa and wait for her.

It's just that when she came out of the bathroom, Yue Ze only left a small stack of books on the table, but she didn't know where she had gone.

Waiting for Chu Ci to find the kitchen, Yue Ze was already proficient in making a simple breakfast in the kitchen.

Omelette, milk, bread.

Because Chu Ci himself is not very good at cooking, even if he was a food blogger in a certain plane before, but it is also because he often overturns, so he basically does not touch the matter of cooking.

So there are very few ingredients at home.

There is not much room left for Yue Ze to play.

When Yue Ze noticed the sound of the door and turned his head to look back, he saw that the white and tender little girl who had been washed was wearing pink rabbit ice silk short-sleeved shorts pajamas, looking at herself with eyes at the door.

There seem to be a few words engraved on the door of the cerebellum - although I don't know how to cook, I can eat!

Yue Ze was still holding a spatula in his hand, put down the pot, took out a free hand, and beckoned to Chu Ci, "Come here." ”

Chu Ci came out from behind the door, walked up to him like this, and poked his little head to look into the pot.

When I saw the golden omelette, my eyes lit up obviously.

Yue Ze chuckled, found a plate and filled the things, and let Chu Ci take it out by himself.

He casually smeared two slices of bread with jam and went out with Chu Ci.

"Didn't you eat breakfast either?" Taking a bite of the well-flavored omelette, Chu Ci took a sip of his carefully warmed milk, sat on the sofa, and raised his eyes to look at him.

And he came out of the kitchen with a slice of bread in his hand.

"Eat a little, you can eat yours." Yue Ze said this, tore a small piece of the bread stained with jam in his hand, and handed it to Chu Ci's mouth, his voice was faint.

Probably because it's been a bit of a habit to be fed by this person these days.