Zhou Ming finally believed in Lin Mengmeng's gossip ability.

When Lin Mengmeng said on the phone that this man was rich and came to slaughter quickly, he didn't pay much attention to it. He never thought that Ji Yunqing would express his satisfaction decisively after walking around the opposite house.

Didn't care about the high price.

Three bedrooms, two halls and two bathrooms, in fact, for a single man, the area is still a bit big, so after Zhou Ming raised this point hesitantly, Chen Gezhi bumped his arm, saying that you live alone in such a big placehouse?

Zhou Ming was wronged, who said I was alone?And there are flowers!

"The area and floors are good." Ji Yunqing stood in the middle of the living room and said with a smile, "it was cleaned very well, so I don't need to buy anything else."

Chen Gezhi clamored for a discount, and Zhou Ming also said that since it is rented with a shop, it can be cheaper.

"That's right, Mr. Ji," Chen Gezhi leaned over, "Your store has just opened, and the funds must be tight, so don't refuse."

"It's really unnecessary," Ji Yunqing said with a smile, "I don't rely on this for a living, it's purely a hobby, and I must not take advantage of Mr. Zhou again."

Several people chatted for a while, and immediately made a decision. They simply signed the contract with the real estate agent downstairs. The rain stopped outside. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Zhou Ming sent Ji Yunqing and Chen Gezhi out of the community.Only slowly go home.

Huahua had already fallen asleep, the excitement in the room was gone, and it was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

He brushed his teeth and washed his teeth step by step, closed the curtains, walked to the washing machine, and suddenly found that the wet clothes had been dried, Ji Yunqing was in a hurry and forgot to bring them to others.

Zhou Ming took out the clothes, folded them, stuffed them into a paper bag, and put them on the shoe cabinet.

The heating was still turned on in the room, but he suddenly felt a little cold, so he unceremoniously took Hua Hua out of the nest and hugged him in his arms, lying on the sofa together, the little tortoise obediently buried his head in Zhou Ming's armBend, let out the sound of "snoring, snoring", the night outside the window is dim, and the busy traffic downstairs seems to never end.

Before he knew it, Zhou Ming fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up from the sofa, it was still dark, Zhou Ming squinted his eyes and was stunned for a while, only to realize that it was only five or six o'clock in the morning. He stood up yawning, moving his stiff limbs, inexplicably feeling a little confused, walked back to the bedroom, ready to sleep on the bed again.

But couldn't sleep anymore.

Zhou Ming tossed and turned for a long time, the soft blanket was almost tossed under the bed by him, the light in the bedroom was not turned on, some dawn sunlight faintly shone in, falling on his handsome side face, it was the same as every day before the age of thirty.It’s all the same, the days seem to be like this forever, eat sundried eggs and toast in the morning, go to the studio to paint paintings that will not be appreciated by others, buy pre-packaged vegetables and fruits in the supermarket, and if you feel bored, go to the vegetable marketFeel the fireworks in the world.

He lives here alone, from day to night, waiting for the sun to gradually dim, waiting for the soup to be cooked, and waiting for the sunset, with only the quiet company of the kitten for three meals, Zhou Ming does not feel lonely, he has long been used to it.

But today I was a little irritable, maybe because I slept peacefully on the sofa last night, my bones were a little stiff, Zhou Ming sighed, got up to take a bath, and started to make the same breakfast for himself.

But at noon, he wanted to go to the vegetable market to buy some fresh seasonal vegetables.

After dinner, Zhou Ming went downstairs for a stroll, then went to his own gym to listen to the manager's report last month.I was able to make a good income, and it didn't take long to finish today's work, and happily exercised on the treadmill for two hours.

According to Mr. Xiao Jin, Zhou Ming has a lot of problems, the only good thing is to only pick on himself and never interfere with others, such as self-discipline is true self-discipline, unshakable fitness, hard work in cooking food, familiar old classmates like them,You only need to look at the time to know what Zhou Ming is going to do. If he offends some kind of enemy, he will be assassinated on a spot.

After taking a bath and changing clothes, Zhou Ming was refreshed, and the inexplicable boredom disappeared. He walked to the vegetable market not far away, took a potsticker from Brother Dong, and ate the radish balls that his aunt had just friedWhen Zhou Ming raised his eyes, he saw fresh vegetables being sold at the opposite stall.

It may have just rained yesterday, and the red, green, and green leaves of the vegetables are not to mention how juicy they are. The spinach roots with water droplets, the red leaves, the leeks, and the celery are all neatly stacked. Zhou Ming picked spring bamboo shoots and shepherd’s purse, and decided toGo home and make shepherd's purse buns.

In March, it is a good time to eat shepherd's purse.

After returning home, he washed his hands first, touched the flowers, and then washed his hands. Zhou Ming changed into a comfortable cotton pajamas and began to process the ingredients.

To make steamed stuffed buns, you need to knead the dough first. Zhou Ming pours the yeast water into the flour and stirs it into flocculation, then starts kneading the dough seriously. When the dough becomes white and smooth, you can cover it and let it stand for fermentation. At this time, you can startDeal with the shepherd's purse.

Wash the fresh shepherd's purse and remove the roots, briefly blanch it in the water, then quickly remove the cold water, dry the water with your hands while the heat is down, chop it up and set it aside, mince the pork belly that has been prepared, add salt and chicken essence, a littleLight soy sauce and sugar, pour in water and stir in one direction until the meat filling is strong, then add shepherd's purse, and stir again.

At this time, the dough has fermented to almost double in size. Zhou Ming sprinkles dry flour on the chopping board, kneads it evenly after exhausting it, divides it into small doses, and rolls out the dough to wrap the stuffing. His parents divorced early, so they don’t stick their fingers to Yangchun water.Lord, I learned this skill from Lin Mengmeng's mother. The old lady is invincible in pastry making, and her son does not practice at all, so she taught it all to Zhou Ming, a poor child.

After waking up for 20 minutes, you can put it on the steamer. Zhou Ming is skillful, the buns are not big and have many folds, and they are neatly stacked in the steamer. After about 15 minutes of steaming with cold water, you can turn off the heat and keep it for another 5 minutes.It's ready to be out of the pot. Zhou Ming was already hungry after tossing for a long time. After he lifted the lid of the pot, he was confused by the smell. He couldn't wait to take one to taste. He took a bite of the thin-skinned buns with big stuffing, and the fresh scent of shepherd's purse filled the air.The mouth was warm and fragrant, so delicious that he sighed with satisfaction.

Ah, what annoyance, this will disappear in no time.

Thirty years old is nothing, being single is nothing, at this time only shepherd's purse buns are eternal.

He steamed a lot of steamed buns today, and he planned to give some to Lin Mengmeng. When he was in school, his aunt took care of him a lot. She still misses Zhou Ming to this day, and she will invite him to eat at home every once in a while.

After stacking the buns in the crisper, Zhou Ming put on his coat and went out, driving to Lin's house for about half an hour. There were not many cars on the road at the moment, and it was extremely smooth, and he arrived at the place soon.

I had already called in advance, and before he could ring the doorbell, Aunt Lin opened the door, took the bag from Zhou Ming's hand with a smile, and said angrily, "I was thinking that it's time to eat shepherd's purse, but you should make it first."gone."

Zhou Ming changed shoes at the door familiarly. Aunt Lin Hong has retired at home. Apart from cooking food, she dances in the square and scolds Mr. Lin who reads newspapers and drinks tea all day long. Their family name is Lin, and they live on the first floor.There is a self-contained small vegetable garden, which is lush and full of flowers and plants, giving Zhou Ming the illusion of being in a forest full of vitality every time.

"I just remembered it, so I made some casually. Last time, my aunt's three delicacies small wontons were really delicious."

Mr. Lin raised his face from behind the newspaper: "Then don't leave later, let's eat three delicacies casserole rice noodles tonight!"

Zhou Ming agreed with a smile. As soon as he sat on the sofa, he saw Mr. Lin eagerly put away the newspaper and winked at himself.

"Okay, I'll play two rounds with you!"

Apart from reading newspapers, Mr. Lin loves to play Go, but his tall and burly son can't sit still at all. The couple, cultural people, have raised a son who is a fitness trainer, so they can only share that elegant hobby with Zhou Ming.Reward, I know this kid likes to be quiet, and he is used to being single, so I always want to ask him to come over for some home-cooked meals, drink some tea and chat with the elders.

"Is Mengmeng coming back for dinner today?" Zhou Ming had already taken off his coat, revealing the gray-blue sweater inside, and laid out the chessboard casually.

Aunt Lin Hong came out of the kitchen and snorted coldly: "It is said that I went to play video games with my friends at night. I am already this old. I don't want to talk to someone. I am like a child. You can talk about him."

Mr. Lin picked up the chess piece and smiled: "Come on, these two brats are almost virtuous, so don't talk about each other, I will make the first move!"

Zhou Ming lowered his eyes and smiled, and didn't say anything anymore. His parents were no longer around, so he could hear a few chatters from the elders at Lin's house. The spring afternoon was long and lazy, the sky outside was bright and colorful, and there were murmurs coming from the kitchen.The sound of boiling soup, before you know it, the red sunset casts long rays of light, the birds cry softly, the white son falls into the plate, and Mr. Lin claps his hands and laughs.

"I brought shepherd's purse buns on purpose," Zhou Ming cheated, "You will not show mercy."

Mr. Lin raised his thermos cup and drank for a while, then pointed at him and teased, "Your boy is not calm today."

"Of course." Zhou Ming stood up with a smile, packed the chessboard and walked to the kitchen, "I can already smell the fragrance, who can still sit still."

Aunt Lin Hong cooked the rice noodles in a small casserole, put them on the dining table with a towel, Zhou Ming didn't feel hungry just now, but when he smelled it, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he obediently washed his hands and prepared to eat.

The rice noodles are smooth in the mouth, the soup base is delicious and not greasy, and the ingredients are added in a sufficient amount. Even Zhou Ming was full of food. He stood up and wandered around the house for several times.My blood is trying to digest, but my brain is lazily blank.

Passing by the park on the way home, the winter jasmine was in full bloom, and the drooping branches were full of small golden flowers crowded together. Zhou Ming took a few glances, parked the car, and then went out for a walk. This season, a hundred flowers are about to bloom.The air was clear and ethereal, and the breeze blew the broken hair on his forehead, revealing those smiling eyes.