"Can this thing really be eaten in your mouth?"

Song Jiamu took the handful of toona buds in his hand and smelled it. The smell was very strange. It wasn't smelly, but it couldn't be described as fragrant. It was a mixture of citrus, cloves and mothballs.

He has heard of Toona sinensis, which exists side by side with Toona sinensis in the culinary world.

I heard that there are people who like toon, and they are so greedy for toon. If there is a toon tree at the door, they will stare at the tree three times a day in a daze, wishing that spring will come soon, and then use a hook to pick off the tender buds.

Eat enough.

“It’s delicious and tastes like spring.”

Yun Shuqian took the toon in his hand, brought it to her nose and sniffed it, with a satisfied look on her face. The two of them wandered around the market, and finally bought it from an aunt running a stall outside.

Well, if Yun Shuqian hadn't vowed that this food was delicious, Song Jiamu himself would never have bought it and eaten it.

Human senses of smell and taste vary on an individual level, and some people even find the smell of heather very pleasant.

"Then I'll wait and see how delicious it is."

"The best ingredients only require the simplest cooking methods."

"How many bowls of rice do you want to eat tonight?"

"A little more than a bowl."

Song Jiamu washed his hands and measured two cups of rice for cooking.

"Plug it back in later. I'll season the ribs and steam them in the rice cooker."

"You can plug it in yourself later."

There was nothing he needed help with in the kitchen, so he pulled up his clothes and said, "Where's the towel I left at your house last time? I want to take a shower, but I'm feeling sweaty and uncomfortable."

"I do not know."

"Then I'll use your towel."

"……Can't!"

Yun Shu gave him a blank look, quickly ran to his bathroom, took out his towel and gave it to him.

Song Jiamu took the towel, brought it to his nose and smelled it. She washed and dried it for him. She used shower gel to wash it, and there was a faint fragrance on the towel.

"You haven't used my towel, have you?"

"Please don't use your perverted thinking to think about others."

"you misunderstood."

Yun Shuqian turned around in confusion.

Song Jiamu continued: "What I mean is, actually, I don't mind if you have used it."

Well, Song Zhutou's perversion was beyond her imagination. Yun Shuqian raised the cutting knife. Song Jiamu disappeared in the blink of an eye. She only heard the footsteps of escaping, and then the bathroom door closed.

the sound of.

Song Jiamu took a shower and took a simple shower to prevent his mother from seeing that he had taken a shower when he got home.

There is a big mirror in the bathroom. Both boys and girls like to look in the mirror after taking off their clothes.

Song Jiamu turned around and looked in the mirror to see if there were any pimples on his back.

There was a time before that he always had acne on his back. He used sulfur soap to wash it off. It was better than many anti-acne products. However, his skin was dry after washing and he had a sulfur smell.

The jersey and shorts were already soaked with sweat, so Song Jiamu simply took a basin and poured some laundry detergent into his hands to wash them clean.

After changing into the casual clothes he wore during the day, he hung the towel and washed jersey and shorts on the balcony to dry together with Yun Shuqian's towels and clothes.

Spring is coming to an end, and at six o'clock in late April, the sky is still bright.

He took a spray bottle and sprayed some water on the shallots and coriander.

Yun Shuqian took good care of his spring onions, which have grown to more than ten centimeters tall and are edible.

Her coriander grows a little slower, but it is green and very cute.

Yun Shuqian was cooking when she turned around and saw that he had left his clothes to hang out to dry at her house.

This feeling is strange...

We had dinner at the coffee table instead of the dining table because Song Jiamu turned on the TV and played an animated movie.

When Yun Shuqian said, "It's time to eat," Song Jiamu pulled the animated movie to the beginning, clicked pause, quickly cleared the coffee table, and then went into the kitchen to serve the food.

Tonight’s dinner is fried eggs with Chinese toon, fried meat with lettuce and a small plate of steamed pork ribs, lined up on the side of the coffee table.

Song Jiamu filled the rice and poured two glasses of orange juice. Yun Shuqian sat down next to him, and the two of them were side by side, very close to each other.

"I was lying on the cat's eye just now and saw my parents coming back." Song Jiamu told her.

It's okay that he didn't tell her. Now that he told her this, Yun Shuqian felt that the smell of 'sneaking' was even stronger.

Obviously it was impossible to hear the sound in the room opposite, but she still subconsciously lowered her voice: "Then what would you say if uncle and aunt find out?"

"I'm just going to tell you that I shamelessly came to your house to have a meal, and you can't even drive me away."

"That's true."

Yun Shuqian was very satisfied with his answer. She pushed her favorite dish in his direction and shared enthusiastically: "Try the delicious toon scrambled eggs."

Song Jiamu took a piece and tasted it. Yun Shuqian seemed to be waiting for the test results to be announced. She didn't move her chopsticks and watched his reaction expectantly.

"It has a little bit of bitterness, and the taste is very special... How to describe it, it's a bit like the 'weed drink' we made when we were kids, it has a very strange aroma!"

Song Jiamu is not a food critic, but he can still feel the indescribable taste of spring that Yun Shuqian mentioned.

It has a very unique taste. I can't say it's delicious, but it's not unpalatable either. I can't help but eat more to try it out.

"Yes! That's right! It tastes like 'weed drink'!"

Seeing that he hit the key point, Yun Shuqian was very excited and felt that he had found a like-minded person.

The most profound taste in her memory was the strange 'weed drink' she made with Song Jiamu when she was a child. Later, she always wanted to revisit this taste, but she couldn't find the taste until she ate toon one time.

, the dusty taste jumped up on her taste buds again, making her feel like she was eating spring in her mouth.

Perhaps with the bonus of memories, Song Jiamu slowly began to feel that toon was quite delicious as he ate it.

"Eat more. You won't be able to eat it after this season. It seems a little old this time."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! For the first time, Yun Shuqian picks up vegetables for Song Jiamu.

"You eat too."

Song Jiamu also served her food.

He was so hungry. In addition to this plate of toon scrambled eggs, the fried pork with lettuce she made was also delicious, and the steamed pork ribs were also very sweet. It tasted different from what he usually eats at home. Song Jiamu ate it very well.

For those who cook, devouring food like Song Jiamu is the best compliment to your cooking skills.

As night fell, the two of them sat on the sofa eating and watching TV, looking cozy.

The movie Song Jiamu chose is an animated movie called "You Look Delicious". It tells the story of a Tyrannosaurus rex that picked up an egg and raised it. It has a very cute style, which may be a bit confusing for high school students.

It's childish, but for college students, this movie is just right.

Unknowingly, all the food was finished, and Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were not in a hurry to clean up.

Feeling their round and full bellies, the two of them leaned down on the sofa, their shoulders touching each other, and their legs were lifted up, and they stepped barefoot on the coffee table.

Full, warm and sleepy, Yun Shuqian felt that such a time was so pleasant that she even wanted to rest her head on his shoulder.

"The clouds are sparse and shallow."

"Um?"

"Are you going to put your head on my shoulder?"

Song Jiamu said this, and added: "I just took a shower. Although it doesn't smell very good, it definitely doesn't stink."

"……don't want."

Her answer also seemed very lazy. She didn't hit him this time, she just tightened the pillow in her arms.

"Can I put my hand on your shoulder?"

"What's the meaning……"

Song Jiamu didn't explain, but just took action. He raised his right arm, passed it between the back of her neck and the sofa, and then put his palm around her slender shoulders.

Yun Shuqian froze for a moment, and his heartbeat started to beat wildly.

"you……!"

"Look! Hart is leaving the plain with Yummy!" Song Jiamu pointed at the TV with his other hand and said.

But Yun Shuqian still has the energy to watch TV at the moment.

Seeing Song Jiamu's natural look on his face, she was confused. She wondered if it was natural and normal for him to hug her shoulders?!

She froze, her whole body tense, and the cute feet she stepped on the coffee table also curled up her toes. She didn't know whether it was because of her fast heartbeat or because his palms were so hot. In short, she felt that her body temperature was rising, especially the area close to his palms.

The ears on the side are all red, and if the collar is pulled down, the white and greasy skin on the shoulder must also be red.
To be continued...