After wearing the book, I rely on the food to lie down and win (MTL)

Chapter 30.

Chapter 30. Extraordinary Gong Jue Sitting Alone in the Yard

    Meng Wantao was stunned for a moment, then raised his lips and smiled at him: "Come in."

    She turned sideways and let Gong Jue enter the courtyard.

    Gong Jue raised his feet familiarly and entered the hospital.

    "Why are you here so early?" Meng Wantao led the people in and said with a smile, "Have you been asleep yet?"

    Gong Jue paused slightly, her slightly drooping eyes flashing: "Well."

    Meng Wantao: "?"

    Thinking that he was shy, and since he had known each other for so long, he didn't talk much on weekdays, so Meng Wantao didn't say anything else and took the person to the pavilion.

    "Is it cold?" Meng Wantao poured him a cup of hot water: "You're not too thickly dressed."

    He was wearing the same outfit Meng Wantao wore when he first saw him.

    Gong Jue looked down.

    "It's not cold," he said.

    He is really not cold, even in winter, he is basically this set, unless the wind and snow is too heavy and a cloak is added.

    Meng Wantao thought, it's not that he's not cold, he probably doesn't have so many clothes.

    She didn't continue the topic, she just said: "You sit first, I'll go see breakfast."

    Gong Jue looked up at her and nodded lightly: "Okay." The

    yam was steaming well, so Meng Wantao returned to the kitchen and put the yam Take it out of the steamer and pour it into a large soup bowl, crush it with a spoon, then add the glutinous rice flour that was ground a few days ago, first knead it into flour, then form a smooth dough, form the dough well, and then pull it into small noodles , Form a ball in the palm of your hand, and boil the water in a pot.

    The dumplings are boiled and floated, add red dates, water starch, and the rice wine bought in the city yesterday, add sugar after cooking.

    Thinking that it was still a little cold at the moment, Meng Wantao gave Gong Jue a bowl first.

    She glanced outside from the window. Gong Jue was dressed in plain clothes, with both hands on her knees, sitting at the table in an orderly manner.

    Meng Wantao: "?"

    She looked back, pursed her lips and smiled, like a child in kindergarten waiting for dinner.

    He came out of the kitchen with a bowl in his hand: "The glutinous rice balls are ready, you can eat Nuan Nuan first."

    The moment Gong Jue raised her eyes, her eyes were bright and black as if they were dyed with starlight.

    "Yeah." He nodded, with joy in the corners of his brows and eyes.

    Seeing him like this, Meng Wantao's smile grew even stronger—he really looked like a child waiting for dinner.

    Seeing Meng Wantao smiling, Gong Jue raised her eyebrows slightly when she took the bowl, and her eyes revealed doubts: "Huh?"

    Meng Wantao looked up at him: "You eat first, there is still in the pot after eating."

    Gong Jue: " Good."

    Meng Wantao turned back to the kitchen.

    Gong Jue picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup. The faint aroma of rice wine filled the tips of his teeth, sweet and smooth.