I am devoted to scientific research, but you want to trick me into having a love relationship?

Chapter 580: You Can Act Like a Hooligan When You're Drunk
At 7 o'clock in the evening, the thin clouds in the sky dispersed, and orange-yellow light shone from the southern sky. Pink balloons were hung in the living room and there were small dolls on the sofa.

Xu Qingzhou went into the kitchen to see if the food was ready, and by the way, he stretched out his paw to pick up a piece of twice-cooked pork to eat.

"Can't you use chopsticks?"

"I just washed my hands."

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Is this a question of whether or not you washed your hands?
Fortunately, Song Yao was already used to this lazy guy and ordered him to serve the dishes.

The delicious food has been served on the table. Song Yao cooked a whole table of dishes including braised pork with preserved vegetables, twice-cooked pork with potatoes, and braised fish.

Song Yao gradually developed the habit of eating with her phone first, especially today was a special day, she was taking pictures with her phone.

Sure enough, girls all like the sense of ceremony.

Xu Qingzhou cooperated in taking two group photos, and then took a beautiful solo photo of Song Yao.

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

Of course you have to drink, a little bit of wine can make you happy.

Song Yao drank faster than Xu Qingzhou and gulped down the whole glass in one gulp.

"Drink slowly."

Xu Qingzhou's waist trembled as he watched.

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

"I!"

Xu Qingzhou drank it all in one gulp.

After two drinks, a blush appeared on Xiao Song's fair cheeks.

Xu Qingzhou finished two bowls of rice. Although he was a little full, he couldn't help but put some dishes into his mouth. It should be said that Song Yao's dishes were really better than his. "It's obviously the same seasoning."

"What are you mumbling about?"

Xu Qingzhou took the soup bowl and made pork rib soup for Song Yao, saying, "I was thinking whether I should ask my mother if there are some cooking tricks she didn't teach me, such as some things that are passed down to girls but not boys."

"Neuropathy."

Song Yao held the bowl and drank the soup, her tone full of pride: "This is a matter of talent. You are too stupid to learn it."

I'm very happy that I can beat Xu Qingzhou in cooking.

"Yes, yes, someone before"

Seeing Song Yao staring at him, Xu Qingzhou smiled awkwardly and drank his soup. In the end, he didn't dare to tell anyone about Song Yao's embarrassing incident in the vegetable market.

By the time we finished eating, the sky outside the window had already darkened.

Xu Qingzhou took the cake out of the refrigerator, 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 delicate and beautiful, her eyelashes cast tiny shadows in the candlelight, and a few strands of hair on her forehead were clearly visible. On the opposite side, Xu Qingzhou was hit, and it was as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face.

This was the fourth birthday he had celebrated with Song Yao.

Unprecedented peace of mind.

"Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday."

My wish is the same as last year, the simplest idea, that my family is healthy and I can live an ordinary life with Xu Qingzhou.

Cut the cake.

Song Yao took small sips of the cream, and suddenly, a sweet feeling came over her.

"Another year has passed."

Song Yao recalled the scene of her birthday last year, which was in Boston, and the two of them ate a big cake.

This bad guy hasn't changed and deserves a beating every day.

The two of them lead a plain life, just the daily necessities of life, nothing like the dramas in idol dramas. Some people miss the past, but it is not because of their true yearning for the past, but because of their dissatisfaction with the current state of life. Some people, however, regard it as a growth anchor, and looking back on the past, they can find that life is developing in the direction they expect.

Xu Qingzhou dialed the group chat, and three video frames soon appeared on the screen, one for each of the three couples.

"Have you finished your meal?"

“Eating cake.”

"The house is beautifully decorated. Tsk tsk, you young people are full of ideas."

Wang Xiaping said happily that she liked the background very much. The house was full of balloons, which looked festive.

We were a family of six and we chatted a little bit. In the blink of an eye, it was already 9: and I hung up the phone reluctantly.

Of course, in the end, Xu Qingzhou still asked Ms. Wang if she really had any tricks that she had not taught him.

As a result, I was scolded by Ms. Wang.

By 10 o'clock in the evening, the twilight outside the window had already deepened. The two of them were already lazily lying on the sofa watching TV. Because she had drunk some wine, School Beauty Song's face was flushed, and she nestled in Xu Qingzhou's arms like a lazy cat.

The real lazy cat also lay on the sofa, staring at the TV with its big eyes, curious about the strange-behaving bipeds in the TV.

Stephen Chow's "A Chinese Odyssey" was playing on TV.

Xu Qingzhou pinched Song Yao's face. After drinking, the school beauty Song always gave people a soft and sticky feeling, making people want to tease her.

Song Yao did not resist either.

This girl is good at playing with contrasts. With this look, who would have thought that she usually has a cold face, an aura of two meters and eight, or she is clenching her fists.

"Don't move."

Xu Qingzhou's thoughts were soon disrupted, and he pressed down the hand of the female hooligan who was groping him. He stopped, but Song Yao became unruly, arched in his arms, and started to touch everywhere.

Just as he expected, this girl just wanted to drink and act like a hooligan.

Young people need to exercise moderation, otherwise they will have to wait until middle age. No, based on Xu Qingzhou’s experience, there is no need for middle age. Once a man is over 25, he is 52 years old.
"Xu Qingzhou~"

Song Yao bit her lips, her eyes moist.

"Ok?"

It was a time of tug-of-war for benefits, and Xu Qingzhou had to play dumb: "Are you sleepy? I'm tired from playing tonight, it's better to rest early."

Song Yao puffed out her lips.

Xu Qingzhou took a deep breath secretly, thinking that he was lucky that they had been together for a few years and had some self-control, otherwise he would have lost his composure on the spot when faced with such coquettish behavior.

Seeing Xu Qingzhou indifferent, Song Yao pursed her lips, knowing that he was pretending.

She decided to cooperate and use her ultimate move.

"Hiss~" Xu Qingzhou frowned, lowered his eyes to look at the girl, feeling that things were not that simple.

As the days passed, the personnel were confirmed, and the next step was to handle their onboarding and accommodation arrangements. Fortunately, Ji Yunshi helped to handle these complicated tasks, so Xu Qingzhou was happy to have some free time.

A week passed.

On August 8, the institute held its first plenary meeting.

The entire institute, including administrative staff, has a total of 53 people, occupying one-third of the small auditorium.

In terms of infrastructure, the institute's building is large enough to support the research of hundreds of people, but the current number of people is pitifully small.

As for equipment, 80% of it has been completed, and the remaining part will be in place before October, which is sufficient to meet daily operations.

According to the plan, once the institute's operations are on track, it will also recruit some interns and postdoctoral mobile stations from Peking University. It is expected to be much more lively by then.

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

Amid warm applause, Xu Qingzhou slowly walked onto the stage and swept his eyes across the faces of the young researchers below the stage.

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

He suddenly realized that he now had a complete team of his own and had achieved this goal more than ten years ahead of schedule.

They are all young people and everything is full of hope.

(End of this chapter)