In Zhang Kun's "Life is like a year", time passes by little by little.

Finally, a rapid ding-ring sound came from Zhang Kun's ears, and the alarm clock rang.

Zhang Kun's eyes, which were originally slightly closed, instantly closed, and his whole body was still motionless as if he was sleeping soundly.

Then Zhang Kun felt Ye Qian's body beside him move, a cool breeze hit, and the quilt was lifted a corner.

Zhang Kun, who closed his eyes, imagined Ye Qian's actions in his mind, relying on the sound from the bed board and the pressure from the quilt.

At this time, Ye Qian should have sat up, and then felt the "ah" sound from the bed board, Ye Qian should have stood up.

Then the quilt was covered again to block the air leakage.

Feeling the pressure from the quilt, Ye Qian should have stepped on the quilt and walked two steps.

But suddenly, Zhang Kun's heart thumped.

I only felt a burst of pressure coming from the quilt on my left hand, and a burst of pressure coming from the quilt on my right hand.

Ye Qian's movement suddenly appeared in Zhang Kun's mind at this moment, one foot on Zhang Kun's left and the other on Zhang Kun's right. In other words, Ye Qian was straddling Zhang Kun at this time, or to be precise, straddling Zhang Kun's body.

Zhang Kun was stiff all over, motionless, and his eyes were closed.

Soon, both feet reached Zhang Kun's right, and only the sound of Ye Qian wearing shoes was heard, followed by the rustling sound of her clothes, and then Ye Qian left the bedroom with the sound of footsteps.

It was not until the sound seemed to have reached the kitchen that Zhang Kun slowly opened his eyes and looked at the bedroom ceiling, his eyes were blindfolded.

Ye Qian stepped over him, and he was struck by a girl, and he couldn't grow taller.

Zhang Kun wanted to cry. Shaoxi has a local cultural custom, that is, if a boy is crossed by a girl, he will not grow taller from now on.

But suddenly, Zhang Kun was stunned again.

No, I am twenty, why do I still have to grow taller?

Two or three minutes after Ye Qian left the bedroom, Zhang Kun also "get up".

When I arrived at the living room, I saw that Ye Qian was already dressed in full, and she was still wearing the same body as she was yesterday. Then, she was standing in front of a glass on the wall of the living room and gently combing her hair with a comb.

However, the so-called combing of the hair means holding a comb, simply combing it from the top of the head to the end of the hair, simple, rough and direct.

Sometimes, even when his hair is tangled up due to sleeping at night, Ye Qian would not comb it lightly for a few more times, and she would lose to the end, pulling the knotted hair straight. At that moment, Zhang Kun felt a pain in his scalp for Ye Qian.

For a moment, Zhang Kun even wanted to go up and help Ye Qian comb his hair. After all, according to Zhang Kun's feeling, Ye Qian combing her hair like this is really a waste of time to scrub her scalp.

Isn't she afraid of pain?

Fortunately, Ye Qian didn't comb her hair for too long, so she simply combed her twice and then put down the comb.

The hair is not very smooth, but it is somewhat acceptable, not as if it is "overgrown in weeds" in the chicken coop.

After combing his hair, Ye Qian walked towards the kitchen.

Zhang Kun followed in and saw that the induction cooker had been turned on. Ye Qian was cooking the pot. After the pot was red, Ye Qian added vegetable oil. After the oil was heated, Ye Qian added water.

This should be cooking noodles.

Sure enough, after the water boiled, Ye Qian took out a pack of noodles from the cupboard, then pinched a small handful from it and put it in the boiling water.

However, after putting the noodles in, Ye Qian seemed to be stunned. She turned her head and looked at Zhang Kun who was standing at the kitchen door. She tilted her head and thought about it. She grabbed a handful of noodles and added it to the boiling water.

The noodles were cooked for two or three minutes, then Ye Qian added salt and MSG in turn, and then she took a bowl and served it.

When Zhang Kun took the bowl handed over by Ye Qian, he looked at the noodles with clear soup and water. There was nothing but a little oily on it. There was no poached egg, no sauerkraut, no chili, and even chopped green onion.

What a fucking noodle soup.

Looking at the noodles on the list, Zhang Kun could not say that he had no appetite, he could only say that he didn't want to eat a single bite.

Zhang Kun turned his head and looked at Ye Qian who was already sitting on the table with noodles, and smiled bitterly, but suddenly Zhang Kun seemed to remember something, walked quickly to the cupboard, looked at the leftover dishes last night, and immediately brought them out.

Add a little tomato, egg and shredded pork eggplant to the clear noodle soup, and use the residual heat of the noodle soup to heat up the cold leftovers, and a little bit of chili slowly spread in the noodle soup.

In an instant, the clear soup noodles became a little bit of appetite.

Zhang Kun nodded with satisfaction, then thought about it, Zhang Kun came to Ye Qian with two bowls of leftovers, and tentatively and carefully put some leftovers into Ye Qian's bowl.

Ye Qian looked up at Zhang Kun, and there was no joy in her pure eyes. After glanced at her, Ye Qian lowered her head and ate the noodles again.

Just don't object, Zhang Kun pulled some into Ye Qian's bowl, then put the leftovers back into the cupboard, and then brought the noodles to the table himself and sat opposite Ye Qian. The two of them ate the noodles quietly.

After the two of them finished eating the noodles, Ye Qian put the bowls and chopsticks into a large basin.

Before he noticed it last night, Zhang Kun glanced at it and found that there were a large number of dishes and chopsticks in the large basin that had not been washed.

Zhang Kun remembered what Tang Wenze said yesterday again, OK, it was Zhang Kun’s fault again.

Afterwards, Ye Qian picked up the broom and started cleaning the room. She occasionally patted the dust on the furniture with a feather duster.

In the early morning, the sun was pouring into the house through the window, and a beautiful girl was cleaning the room quietly. Judging from this scene alone, it was really harmonious and there was no abnormality.

The same goes for cooking noodles in the morning, except for the clear soup being a little bit watery, there is nothing wrong with it.

Zhang Kun looked at Ye Qian who was cleaning and sighed softly.

After cleaning, it was almost half past eight, and Ye Qian went out.

Seeing that Ye Qian was heading, she should be going to the library, Zhang Kun hurriedly followed.

The two of them walked shoulder to shoulder on the road, occasionally meeting nearby neighbors. When they saw Zhang Kun walking beside Ye Qian, no one was surprised. They just took a look from a distance and occasionally showed a smile at Zhang Kun, and Zhang Kun also smiled one by one.

A long time ago, a staff member in the community said hello to neighbors nearby. He knew that Zhang Kun was a doctor who treated Ye Qian and told everyone not to disturb Zhang Kun, so everyone just looked away from a distance.

After arriving at the library, Zhang Kun accompanied Ye Qian to read quietly.

This happened in the next few days, when Zhang Kun moved into Ye Qian's house on the fourth day.

After getting up in the morning, after washing, breakfast, cleaning, and going out to the library to read, Zhang Kun suddenly called Ye Qian.
Chapter completed!