11, the most tossed morning

dripping, dripping.

The sky gradually warmed up, and a bird stopped on the balcony of a family, combing its feathers. Through the glass, the man in the room is waving a sledgehammer.

"Dong-dong, Dong-dong."

Lin An'an trotted all the way with his slippers.

"President, at least consider others. What are you knocking on early in the morning?"

"Early morning?" Gu Mingjun turned his head and looked at the wall clock. It was already past 12 o'clock. "If you haven't learned how to judge morning and noon in primary school, I don't mind teaching you now."

As he spoke, he waved his hammer and walked towards Lin An'an.

"I can't help it, I can't help it." Lin An'an stamped her foot and ran into the toilet.

"Well, I woke up. Obviously, I was woken up by urine." Gu Mingjun rolled his eyelids and continued to beat again.

After a while, Lin An'an came out with a toothbrush: "What are you doing?"

"Flower rack." Gu Mingjun flashed his body, and a beautiful iron flower rack appeared in front of Lin An'an. In addition to the partition of the open potted plant, it is also specially equipped with climbing branches and hooks for morning glory. Yangguan projected a soft and curly pattern on the floor through the hollow European pattern, which is natural.

Lin An'an rushed up and broke it here and there: "It's so beautiful. Can you put the flowers on it now?"

Gu Mingjun pulled her up and threw her aside. Then he picked up a cloth and began to wipe the white foam spewed out by her words: "Be careful, it will rust."

Lin An'an turned his head and said, "Cut, stingy."

"Okay, spit out the toothpaste quickly. Don't touch the flower pot.

"Yes, sir." Lin An'an's heels were close together and his body straightened up. He wanted to imitate the appearance in the Hong Kong film, but he didn't expect to spit out a bigger drool.

The shortest pointer slowly crawls through a grid.

"I'm exhausted, I'm exhausted." Lin An'an picked up the pillow, thought of an airdropled missile, and fell directly on the sofa.

Gu Mingjun was still making the final adjustment. He moved Jun Zilan, which was placed on the penultimate floor, to the bottom, and moved the top pat flower. Finally, he nodded with satisfaction, turned around and sat on the lounge chair to appreciate the results.

"The second row of shelves is still half empty. Let's buy a few more pots of flowers." Gu Mingjun held his chin and thought about it.

Lin An'an looked at the halfway place in the row. She waved disapprovingly: "Why don't you just put the other pots a little open?"

"Life is not okay. How can an otaku like you understand..."

"It smells so good. It's the taste of meat." Lin An'an sat up with a carp and stretched out his nose to find the fragrance. He was not listening to Gu Mingjun's words at all.

He sighed and stood up and walked to the kitchen: "The kelp sparerib soup I cooked should be ready."

"Wow, it's the best to eat after work." Closer, Lin An'an's stomach, which had not yet entered anything, sang happily.

"ribs, ribs, ribs..." Lin An'an sang a tune and sat at the dining table while twisting his buttocks. The chair was squeaky by her.

Gu Mingjun wore gloves and brought out a small pot. Suddenly, the whole room was full of the smell of food. As soon as he lifted the lid, Lin An'an's eyes were shining.

Bang, the lid is closed again.

Lin An'an's fluttering action was fixed in the air like a pause button. She looked up at Gu Mingjun with a puzzled face. Gu Mingjun still smiled like that.

"Do you like ribs?"

The girl nodded violently.

"Do you like kelp?"

Continue to nod.

"If you like it, cook it yourself!"

Gu Mingjun sat down opposite her with a smile, picked up his chopsticks, lifted the lid of the pot, and ate it one bite at a time.

Lin An'an only felt a mass of anger gushing out of his chest and jumped up, patting the table: "Why didn't you be polite when you asked me to help move flowers just now? Now you're going to eat a few bites of your broken ribs."

"You volunteered to move flowers just now, and I didn't force you. Besides, we didn't agree that each person would take care of half of the housework and everyone would take care of the meal. Gu Mingjun's face was as quiet as water, and what he said was not angry.

Lin Anan gritted his teeth angrily, pounded a few times on the table, and stepped into the kitchen.

Pick up the pot and connect some hot water under the water dispenser, pick a few vegetable leaves and throw them in. When the water boils, beat an egg. Finally, pour the hot rice into the pot and add seasonings and mix well. Her Chinese food is ready.

Originally, when Lin An'an ate alone, she stood by the stove and finished it three times. This time, she sat opposite Gu Mingjun with this bowl of yellow and green bibimbap and ate it loudly.

On one side of the dining table is a quiet man in home clothes, watching the news while eating quietly. On the other side, there is a rustic floral cotton-padded jacket with her legs crossed, like a woman waving a spoon with a sword, constantly making the sound of spoons and bowls, chewing and prickly when drinking soup.

Lin An'an finished eating a few times, pulled out a tissue and wiped his nose hard.

"Will you go out to buy flowers with me this afternoon?"

Lin Anli ignored him and picked up the bowl and was about to leave.

"I don't know if Kong Yier is taking ballet class or learning floral art at this time? No wonder she will be tested as a perfect woman. Mu Yan will definitely prefer this kind of woman who knows how to live!"

Lin An'an turned her back to him, stood up to his words, and quickly walked into her room and closed the door. In less than two minutes, she rushed to the porch with her coat and put on her shoes: "President, you are so slow."

In the flower market, you can't feel the existence of winter at all. The flowers in early spring show smiling faces here. The evergreen green, fortune trees, rich bamboo, dripping Guanyin, etc., green a room.

Lin An'an rarely comes to such places, so everything is new.

"President, come and see here. It's so cute." She pointed to an unknown plant and greeted Gu Mingjun to come and have a look.

Gu Mingjun came over and looked at it and said with a smile, "Oh, this is a cyanointh. It will bloom in March. Look, is there a flower bone here?"

Lin An'an looked at the pictures of the flowers displayed in the store and immediately picked up the flower pot: "Then let's buy this. It looks much more like a feather duster. Boss, do you have any flowers that look like brooms or irons? We all want them.

The boss looked at her confusedly. Of course, Gu Mingjun understood the meaning of her words and knew that if he had an attack, he would be fooled by her, so he had to pretend not to hear and go to other stalls.

"What's the boss's price?" Gu Mingjun pointed to a basin of tequila and asked.

"So the president likes this? When will it bloom?"

The boss explained with a smile, "This may take 50 years to bloom once."

Fifty years! It's been too long. What's the point of not blooming? Ah, why don't we plant a cherry tree, or a peach tree? Will the peach tree here pick up peaches?

The boss laughed and said, "Girl, if you like the fruit, hold this pot of golden orange and go back. This has fruit."

Lin An'an walked around the half-height golden orange and shook his head: "There are too few knots to eat for me."

The boss laughed again, and Gu Mingjun pulled her away quickly.

In a short time, the two of them almost bought it. When they walked to the door, Lin An'an was attracted by a stall selling goldfish.

"Boss, how much is your goldfish?"

The fish seller is a young man dressed in hip-hop. He pointed to the pool in front of Lin An'an: "Here, they are all one yuan."

"Then I want one."

"Which one do you want? I'll get it for you."

"I'll catch it myself." She sent the things in her hand to Gu Mingjun's arms, rolled up her sleeves and squatted in front of the pool.

The boss looked at her posture and said worriedly, "Be careful. Those who are killed should also be paid at the original price."

Lin An'an licked his lips, raised his net, and fished up a small, thin and thin goldfish with a broken tail. The boss took a look and said quickly, "This one is not good. Just throw it back and get another one."

"No, help me install it. I'll take it."

Gu Mingjun was stunned. There are still many better-looking goldfish in the pool. Why do you want this one? Isn't it...