On the first day of vacation, Song Jiamu got up at 6:30 in the morning.

After simply washing his face and drinking a glass of water, he put on his sportswear and went out for a run.

In addition to offering sacrifices to ancestors and remembering ancestors during Qingming Festival, outing is also an important part of this festival.

The first day of the holiday, which is March 3 of the lunar calendar, is called Shangsi Festival.

According to literature records, on the day of Shangsi Festival, many ancient people went to the waterside for spring outings to worship, mainly to pray for the reproduction of human beings. People who had been holding back all winter walked out of their homes one after another and held ceremonies collectively at the waterside to worship the gods in charge of marriage and fertility.

Therefore, this day is also the spring night when passionate men and women meet to court each other. They will engage in some antiphonal singing and dancing activities to communicate their feelings.

The whole year begins with spring. As he runs, Song Jiamu feels his vitality gradually being awakened.

When he ran to Anjiang Road, the first ray of sunlight fell on him.

Song Jiamu didn't buy steamed buns today. Last night, Yun Shuqian sent him a WeChat message, saying that if he was willing to help her buy groceries, in exchange, she would make breakfast for him.

Understanding that this guy doesn't know how to buy vegetables, Yun Shuqian's requirements are not high. He only needs his help to bring ten yuan of lean meat, ten yuan of prawns, three yuan of lettuce, and one yuan of coriander and spring onions.

Enough.

After eating the food cooked by Yun Shuqian last time, Song Jiamu had a new understanding of her craftsmanship.

When I was running back, I stopped by the market and bought vegetables according to her instructions.

When we returned to the community, it was already half past seven in the morning. Yun Shuqian also slept a little longer during the holiday. Her alarm clock was set on time. It rang at seven fifteen. After lazily lying in bed for a while, she heard the doorbell.

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The girl quickly put on her slippers and trotted over to open the door.

"Here, your takeaway has arrived."

Song Jiamu handed her the dish through the crack in the door.

Yun Shuqian was wearing panda pajamas, looking like he had just woken up. He took the plastic bag in his hand and looked at the vegetables he bought. The quality was pretty good, after all, it was early in the morning.

"Then at half past eight, you can come over for breakfast. Bye."

"etc……"

"What are you doing? I need to brush my teeth and wash my face before cooking breakfast. We can't eat it so soon now."

She held the door and looked at Song Jiamu with big eyes.

But he bent his index finger and stretched it out, and while she wasn't paying attention, he quickly wiped the corners of her eyes.

Then, as if he had discovered some treasure, he showed off his index finger to her and said, "You have eye guano, it's so big! Are you angry?"

"...Go to hell! Song Zhutou!"

With a bang, she closed the door.

Just now when she saw him reaching out, her heartbeat was racing. It turned out that this guy was so ignorant of style.

Song Jiamu went home and took a bath. While taking a bath, he brushed his teeth, washed his face and hair, and put on clean and fresh clothes. The sun was shining brightly outside, and he was in good spirits.

Sure enough, running in the morning helps the flow of yang energy in the body.

After feeding Nian Nian some cat food, Song Jiamu carried the cat to Yun Shuqian's house at half past eight.

Yun Shuqian had already finished washing up, simply changed into casual clothes at home, and was washing vegetables, cutting meat, and peeling prawns one by one in the kitchen.

"What are you going to cook for me?"

"Let's cook noodles."

"What kind of powder are you buying..."

"Poison, I'll kill you, hum."

There was nothing he needed help with in the kitchen, so Song Jiamu went to the balcony to take a look.

The girl's clothes were hung on the clothes pole, and the morning sun fell on the balcony. She had washed her shoes last night. She usually wore white shoes.

"Why are there tissues on your shoes? I threw them away for you."

Song Jiamu said, throwing away the tissues wrapped around the shoes.

"Don't throw it away! I posted it specially!"

Yun Shuqian, who was still cooking breakfast in the kitchen, quickly said, this guy will be a disservice.

"Aren't you showing off your shoes? Why are you wrapping paper towels..."

"It won't turn yellow after drying like this. You won't understand it at first glance."

"Then it's not all your fault. I haven't worn white shoes in years."

Song Jiamu said, and when he saw her turning back to continue cooking noodles, he secretly picked up her shoes and looked at them.

Compared to the size 43 shoes he wore, the girl's shoes were quite small. He looked carefully and found the shoe size 36 on the label.

Song Jiamu put the shoes back and took out his mobile phone to check. From the shoe size, he estimated the size of her feet, which was about 22.5 to 23 centimeters. With the size of his palm, he could easily handle it.

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"What are you doing on the balcony..."

Seeing him standing stupidly on the balcony, Yun Shuqian turned around and asked him.

"No, I'm watering the onions."

Song Jiamu quickly picked up the watering can and sprayed water on his onions.

The coriander and shallots that she planted last week have sprouted. The shallots are growing very fast, and the tender green buds have sprouted three to four centimeters high. Next to the shallots, there are weed-like corianders.

Seedling.

Although Song Jiamu doesn't eat coriander, he has to admit that the newly sprouted coriander is quite cute. It covers the entire land with tender green and is full of vitality. This is probably the meaning of the word cute?

This sense of cuteness not only appears on coriander, but also on many young animals, such as kittens, puppies, chickens, ducks, and even crocodiles. They all find it very cute, and it is the budding state of all beauty.

As his thoughts spread, Song Jiamu found that he had a soft spot for many small things, such as girls' small hands, such as girls' small feet, such as Yun Shuqian's small breasts...

Of course, he hasn't seen it yet and doesn't know if it's really cute.

But what is certain is that if Yun Shuqian is more than 1.75 meters tall, has a shoe size of 39 or more, and has D-level breasts, then staying with her, even if he is 1.83 meters tall,

He will also feel a little oppressive.

Sure enough, Yun Shuqian is still the most suitable for her as she is now.

The girl has a tender face, and many times when she goes out to buy things, people think she is a high school student.

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Song Jiamu helped bring it out.

Yun Shuqian is quite ceremonial. Two special large bowls are used to serve the noodles. Beautifully fried eggs are placed on top. The edges of the egg whites are slightly browned, but the yolks are very tender and feel a bit runny inside.

, light red shrimps, thin slices of lean meat, a few coin-sized slices of ham, his bowl had chopped green onion, and her bowl had a few clusters of green coriander.

Although it was just a simple noodle, she made it look very delicate.

"What are you looking at...Why don't you eat quickly."

Yun Shuqian picked up the chopsticks and looked up at him. This guy didn't eat either, but just praised her, as if she had cooked a great meal.

Seeing him like this, the girl felt a little guilty, but also a little proud. Anyone who cooked a meal with care would expect praise and appreciation from the other person. If the other person didn't take it seriously at all, the blow would be too big.

I would never put so much thought into it once.

"Yun Shuqian, do you usually make breakfast so exquisitely?"

Of course not. If it was just her, she could just stew the ingredients in one pot. Do you think that putting the dishes on the plate doesn't take much effort? Just frying these two eggs, she was a hundred times more careful than usual, so that they could be fried with such a slight edge.

It's brown, but it has a watery effect inside.

"Yeah, you don't think I did it specially, do you? Who bothered to do it? It's just like this."

"Then what does it look like when you do it seriously?" Song Jiamu became even more curious.

"...Oh, do you want to eat or not? I'm so annoyed."

"Eat eat eat."

Song Jiamu took out his mobile phone and took a photo seriously. Even when he went to a five-star hotel to eat, he had never taken a photo, but this bowl of noodles made him want to take a photo.

"Don't take pictures of me!"

Seeing him take out his mobile phone, Yun Shuqian immediately covered his face, leaned his back against the chair, and leaned far back.

Song Jiamu first took a photo with her. He was holding a mobile phone in his right hand and gesturing with his left hand in front of the camera. There were two bowls of exquisite noodles in the picture. The most eye-catching thing was the girl sitting opposite covering her face.

The girl was wearing homely and gentle casual clothes, as if the two of them were living together. This picture was taken secretly, and Yun Shuqian, who was covering his face, didn't know.

Then I took a photo of the bowl of noodles alone, and posted this to Moments with the title: 'The first bowl of noodles during the holiday, thank you for someone's hospitality.'

"Have you finished filming?"

"OK OK……"

Yun Shuqian then put down his palm, but unexpectedly saw his lens again.
To be continued...