Chapter 580: Can play hooligan after getting drunk

7 PM, the thin clouds in the sky dissipated, orange light shone from the southern sky, pink balloons hung in the living room, and small dolls were placed on the sofa.

Xu Qingzhou went into the kitchen to see if the food was ready, and took the opportunity to stretch his claws and pick a piece of twice-cooked pork to eat.

"Can't you use chopsticks?"

"I just washed my hands."

"..."

Is this a question of whether hands are washed or not?

Fortunately, Song Yao was used to this cheap guy, and directed him to carry the dishes out.

Fragrant food had been carried to the dining table, steamed pork with preserved vegetables, twice-cooked pork with potatoes, braised fish... Song Yao made a table full of dishes.

Song Yao gradually developed the habit of mobile phones eating first, especially today is a special day, and she took photos with her phone.

Sure enough, girls like a sense of ritual.

Xu Qingzhou cooperated and took two group photos, then took beautiful single photos for Song Yao.

After taking the photos, the two decided to eat first.

Wine must be drunk, a little drink is pleasant.

Song Yao drank faster than Xu Qingzhou, pouring a glass down.

"Drink slower."

Xu Qingzhou watched his kidneys tremble.

Song Yao blinked and stared at Xu Qingzhou, "Are you not capable?"

"I!"

Xu Qingzhou drank it in one gulp.

After two glasses, a layer of redness had already appeared on little Song's white cheeks.

Xu Qingzhou finished two bowls of rice. Although a bit full, he couldn't help but pick up the dishes and send them to his mouth. It must be said that the food Song Yao cooked was really better than what he burned, "Clearly it's the same seasoning."

"What are you muttering about?"

Xu Qingzhou took the soup bowl to serve Song Yao pork rib soup, saying: "I was thinking whether to ask my mom if there are any cooking tricks she didn't teach me, like some things are passed to daughters but not sons."

"Psychopath."

Song Yao held the bowl and drank the soup, her tone full of small pride: "This is a talent problem, you are too stupid, can't learn."

Very happy to be able to kill Xu Qingzhou in cooking.

"Yes, yes, yes, someone before..."

Seeing Song Yao glaring at him, Xu Qingzhou laughed sheepishly and drank his soup; he ultimately didn't dare to bring up the embarrassing incident Song Yao had at the vegetable market.

After eating, the sky outside the window was already dark.

Xu Qingzhou went to take the cake out of the fridge, lit the candles, and turned off the lights in the living room.

Song Yao closed her eyes and made a wish.

The candlelight flickered, the girl's face was exquisite and beautiful, her eyelashes cast fine shadows in the candlelight, the strands of hair in front of her forehead were clearly visible, opposite, Xu Qingzhou was hit, as if the spring breeze brushed his face.

This is the fourth birthday he has spent with Song Yao.

Unprecedented peace of mind.

"Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday."

The wish is the same as last year, the simplest idea, family healthy, and living a plain little life with Xu Qingzhou.

Cut the cake.

Song Yao sipped the cream in small mouthfuls, and suddenly, a sweet feeling surged up.

"Another year passed."

Song Yao remembered the scene of last year's birthday, when she was still in Boston, and the two ate a big cake.

This bad guy still hasn't changed, very punchable every day.

Their lives are plain, living a life, it's just firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea, how can it be as bloody as those idol dramas.

Some people miss the past, many times it is not a real yearning for the past, but stems from dissatisfaction with the current state of life. And some people take it as a growth anchor, looking back at the past, they can find that the days are moving in the direction they expect.

Xu Qingzhou dialed the group chat, and three video boxes soon appeared on the screen, with three couples occupying one each.

"Did you finish eating?"

"Eating cake."

"The house is decorated beautifully, tsk tsk, you young people have ideas."

Wang Xiaping said happily, liking the background, the house is full of balloons, festive.

The family of six said a few words, and in a blink of an eye, it was 9:30, and they hung up the phone reluctantly.

Of course, at the end, Xu Qingzhou still asked Wang, if there were really any tricks she didn't teach him.

As a result, he was scolded by Wang.

By 10 PM, the twilight outside the window was already deep, the two were lying lazily on the sofa watching TV, because they drank some wine, Song Xiaohua's face was red, nestled in Xu Qingzhou's arms, like a lazy cat.

And the real lazy cat was also lying on the sofa, big eyeballs staring at the TV, curious about the two-legged beasts with strange behaviors inside.

On TV, "Flirting Scholar" by Zhou Xingchi was playing.

Xu Qingzhou pinched Song Yao's face. Song Xiaohua after drinking always gives people a soft and glutinous feeling, making people want to tease.

Song Yao didn't resist.

This girl knows how to play contrast. With this appearance, who would have thought that she would be cold-faced, aura two meters eight, or clenching her fists.

"Don't move around."

Xu Qingzhou's thoughts were soon disrupted, holding down the hand of the female hooligan who was groping on him. He stopped, but Song Yao didn't behave, arched in his arms, and his hands groped around.

Sure enough, as he expected, this girl just wanted to drink and play hooligan.

Young people must be restrained, otherwise, wait until middle age, no, according to Xu Qingzhou's experience, don't need middle age, this man once over 25, is 52...

"Xu Qingzhou~"

Song Yao bit her lip, her eyes moist.

"Hmm?"

It was the time of the tug-of-war to seek benefits, Xu Qingzhou had to pretend to be stupid: "Sleepy? Played tired tonight, rest early is also good."

Song Yao puffed her mouth.

Xu Qingzhou secretly took a breath, secretly saying fortunately they have been together for a few years, had some concentration, otherwise facing this coquetry, estimated to break the work on the spot.

Seeing Xu Qingzhou indifferent, Song Yao pursed her lips, also knowing that this person was pretending.

She decided to cooperate and enlarge the move.

"Hiss~" Xu Qingzhou frowned, looking down at the girl, feeling that things would not be that simple.

Days passed, personnel were determined, and the next step was to handle entry procedures, arrange accommodation, fortunately, these complicated work were handled by Ji Yunshi, Xu Qingzhou was happy to be idle.

A week passed.

August 12th, the institute held its first plenary meeting.

The entire institute, plus administrative staff, totaled 53 people, occupying one-third of the small auditorium.

In terms of infrastructure, the institute's building scale is huge, enough to support hundreds of people's research, now this few people are pitifully small.

As for equipment, 80% of the equipment has been settled, and the remaining part can be in place before October, enough to meet daily operations.

According to the plan, after the institute's operation is on the right track, it will also recruit some interns and postdoctoral mobile stations from Jingda, and it is estimated that it will be much livelier then.

Ji Yunshi presided over the meeting and introduced the current situation of the institute.

In the warm applause, Xu Qingzhou walked slowly to the stage, scanning the faces of the young researchers off the stage.

Zhao Shengwen, Ji Yunshi, Wang Wei, Hong Yayu... other researchers were also personally selected.

He also felt dazed in his heart, now it can be considered a complete team of his own, realizing this goal more than ten years in advance.

All are young people, everything is full of hope.

(End of chapter)