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Chapter 113 Looking forward to it falling
Yu Zhaoyi gave him a "lesson", "Korean fried chicken is Korean-style fried chicken, and KFC is American-style fried chicken."

He said it but didn't say it. Jiang Huan smiled.

Yu Zhaoyi felt that his "class standard" was being questioned, so he got excited and climbed on top of the person to pester him.

Jiang Huan's thoughts that had just been extinguished by a phone call came back again, and he pressed his big palm on Yu Zhaoyi's back, which became increasingly hot.

But the person on the body didn't realize it at all, with a sly light in his eyes, "The takeaway will arrive in half an hour."

The implication is, can you finish it in half an hour?
Of course Jiang Huan would not be held hostage, and he would not let such a light word suppress his most urgent desire at this juncture.

The next second, Yu Zhaoyi screamed in surprise, and Jiang Huan helped her stand up.

Walk upstairs step by step.

Yu Zhaoyi couldn't believe that he was serious, and said shyly and anxiously, "What are you doing?!"

"I'll verify it for you. Can it be finished in half an hour?"

Yu Zhaoyi was about to cry now, "Jiang Huan, calm down. We'll talk about this after lunch. When the takeaway arrives, we have to go out to the community to get it. What if someone takes it away."

"The address you filled in is within the community, and the house number is accurate."

Jiang Huan's steps were steady and steady. He had watched everything just now.Not to mention that now that control has been fully relaxed and takeout can be delivered to the community, that is to say, it can be delivered to the door. Then just leave it on the takeout shelf at the door of the community and it will be fine if someone takes it.

If you don’t order it again, it’s over.

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Yu Zhaoyi always teaches the children in the class that things must be planned and planned, but she never expected that the one who needs education most is Jiang Huan, who has been a perfect human being beside her since childhood.

Indulging without any plan or purpose, without knowing enough or being tired.

The takeaway she ordered had been blowing in the cold wind for four hours. By the time he brought it in from the door, the soup and oil had undoubtedly separated.

Whether it was Korean fried chicken or American fried chicken, they were both too cold to eat.

Yu Zhaoyi huddled under the quilt, with only his head exposed. He touched the takeout bag with his hand, then shrank back and glanced at Jiang Huan, meaning: You can do whatever you want.

Jiang Huan wanted to buy another one, but what to do with so many takeaways.

So Yu Zhaoyi gave Yu Zhaoyi a "don't worry" look, and went downstairs again with the takeaway.

Yu Zhaoyi was afraid that he would throw it away, so when he closed the door, he couldn't help shouting, "Don't throw it away."

According to her consumption level, she would indeed throw away more than 200 takeaways before changing hands.

After Jiang Huan went downstairs, Yu Zhaoyi felt tired again, but couldn't sleep either. He put on some clothes and leaned up.

There was a projector installed in her room, but it had not been used for a long time. Yu Zhaoyi found the remote control on the bedside table and turned on the projector.

A period drama was shown, a film from ten years ago.

When she was watching half the episode, Jiang Huan came up with two plates.

Inside is the takeaway she ordered, this time it is hot.

"Eat."

Jiang Huan set up a small table for her and put the plate on it.

As soon as Yu Zhaoyi smelled the aroma, he immediately felt that he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. He took a small chicken drumstick to eat and frowned after taking a bite, "Is this the cold takeaway just now?"

"Yeah." Jiang Huan got into bed and ate with her.

"Really?"

The taste was completely different from when she reheated the takeout herself. She couldn't tell that he had reheated it no matter how many times she tasted it.Jiang Huan's expression was slightly stunned, "I'm still very talented."

Then he added, "In all aspects."

"..."

They ate hot takeout while watching the show, always feeling that it should rain at this time.

Yu's parents came home half an hour later than usual. They also brought a generation of hairy crabs, all of them plump female crabs.

It turns out that something good happened to Yu's parents and Yu's mother today. Yu, Yu's mother, two old technicians and cadres who have been working in the factory for most of their lives, were nominated as the top ten workers in the district.

There were only two spots in the factory, and they were picked by the couple.

But no one commented, the two have stayed in this factory since they were young, and they have encountered all kinds of big storms and reforms. The factory manager has changed several times, and the two of them are still in this factory. constant.

Who else could it be given to but them?

However, some people asked whether it would be uneven if both of them gave it, and whether it would appear to others to be secretive.

But the factory director has spoken, and anyone who feels it is unfair or has any questions should talk to him directly.

Who dares to say anything now.

This day is simply a happy event.

Yu Zhaoyi smiled and couldn't eat dinner anymore, so he poured flour and butter in the kitchen, saying that he wanted to make a cake for their family of four to celebrate.

Yu Zhaoyi is good at making cakes. Her birthday is in the first month of the year, which is the busiest time. They have few relatives, and they don’t have to visit every day to pay New Year greetings. So when she was in college, including during the Chinese New Year period when she was working last year, Birthday cakes are all made by myself.

Before Jiang Huan and Yu Dad finished drinking, Yu Zhaoyi had already made the cake base and started to whip the cream on it.

Jiang Huan was in a happy mood since the afternoon. He glanced at the figure in the kitchen. The apron was tied with a bow on the back and was loose. He thought to himself that it would fall off soon.

Yu's parents and Yu's mother were slightly drunk. They smiled and asked Jiang Huan to eat more vegetables. Jiang Huan was also slightly drunk. His eyes were fixed on the bow of Yu Zhaoyi's apron, hoping that it would fall off.

But it never falls off.

Yu Zhao spread cream according to the cake pattern on his mobile phone. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He even thought that his skills could make him open a dessert shop.

There was a sudden weight on her shoulders, and the smell of alcohol hit her face when she turned around. She frowned, "Did you drink this much?"

Being pecked on the face, Jiang Huan held her shoulders and made her face him. Yu Zhaoyi didn't even have time to let go of the piping bag in his hand. There was inevitably some cream on his hands, fearing that it would get on Jiang Huan's body, so He raised his hands slightly and said, "What are you doing?"

She always said "What are you doing?" in a coquettish and timid manner. The more Jiang Huan thought about it, the more he felt itchy. He felt itchy everywhere, from his heart to his body.

He opened the bow on the back of Yu Zhaoyi's apron.

He felt anxious looking at it, and since it couldn't be opened by himself, he had to untie it with his own hands.

There was a trace of red on the man's face. Yu Zhaoyi looked out of the kitchen. Yu's parents and Yu's mother were still at the dinner table. She lowered her voice, "Are you crazy?"

Yu Zhaoyi felt that if necessary, she wouldn't mind using her hand dipped in cream to wake up Jiang Huan's drunken face.

But the next moment Jiang Huan straightened his body in a happy mood. When he stood up, he was almost a head taller than Yu Zhaoyi. She raised her head and wondered, is the inversion so big?

Jiang Huan smiled at her and walked out of the kitchen steadily.

Everything was like a dream, he walked into the kitchen just to get her apron?

　It’s another weekend of overtime work. There will be a lot of things next week. Sorry for being late, guys. I still have a chapter to make up for yesterday’s work. If I can’t make it in time, I might post it early in the morning (I hope I can).
　　
　
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