Before the teacher could answer, she suddenly thought of something and said "Ah": "My chicken soup is still on the stove. Your master doesn't know how it is. I have to go and see."
She pushed both photo albums into Jiang Zhao's arms, and ran out of the study in small steps. Jiang Zhao looked at the photo album in his hand, and the missing photo was particularly eye-catching, empty.
The door of the study suddenly squeaked. In order not to continue discussing the other party, Jiang Zhao replaced the photo album with his own, flipping through a page indiscriminately: "Master, when was this photo..."
"Looking at photos?"
Xiao Siye's voice came from behind.
Jiang Zhao immediately changed his attitude, frowned and said, "It's you?"
"I'm not welcome," Xiao Si also said with a bit of regret in his voice, "I've been looking forward to meeting you, Junior Brother."
When he said "junior brother", Jiang Zhao's goosebumps immediately went up.
Jiang Zhao lowered his lip line, and didn't even bother to look at him: "Don't pretend, there are only two of us here."
Xiao Si also walked behind him, and glanced at the photo album in his hand: "Such indifference really hurts brother."
Just as Jiang Zhao wanted to turn back, he suddenly felt that the two of them were standing in front of the desk one after the other, as if they had known each other.
In a blink of an eye, the little pornographic picture of the same person he just saw today flashed in his mind.
Fuck!
Before he had time to turn around, Xiao Si lowered his head and put his hand on the photo album in his hand.
The scorching breath rubbed against Jiang Zhao's earlobe, making his whole body numb, coupled with the unsuitable stimulation just recalled, he almost punched Xiao Siye with his backhand: "You..."
"Brother."
Xiao Si also suppressed a trace of a smile in his voice: "This is you?"
Jiang Zhao was taken aback, and his eyes immediately shifted to the photo.
I saw the young man in the photo wearing a colorful wig, holding a magic wand, wearing a pink skirt covered with fake rhinestones, and a pair of angel wings hanging from his back. written on the face.
Jiang Zhao: "..."
It was outrageous, how could the photos of random characters performing in his class be in his master's photo album
And it was also seen by Xiao Si.
He quickly closed the photo album: "What's so interesting about this."
Xiao Si also pressed the corners of his lips and nodded: "Yes, the photos are not as good-looking as the younger brother himself."
This yin and yang tone made it hard for Jiang Zhao to resist the urge to commit a criminal case at the house of his master and his mother.
He stuffed the two photo albums back on the bookshelf, and said coldly, "Aren't you going to help Master?"
Xiao Si also casually pulled a chair over and sat down, without the slightest intention of leaving: "Master has a mistress to help, let me chat with you and take care of my younger brother."
Jiang Zhao was expressionless: "The best way for you to take care of me is not to appear in front of me."
Xiao Si also blinked his eyes, he was born with a very friendly appearance, and there was a bit of innocence in those amber eyes: "But I still don't understand, how did I provoke my junior brother?" .”
Jiang Zhao: "Don't you know it yourself?"
Why didn't he realize before that Xiao Si could speak so well. This kind of tone of "I don't know what I did wrong" is simply like a thousand-year-old Biluochun, full of tea fragrance.
Before he could continue to rant, the teacher's wife's voice came from outside: "It's time to eat!"
Jiang Zhao heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Being in the same room with Xiao Si could make his blood pressure soar instantly. If he didn't leave, he would have to fight with the dog sooner or later.
When he came to the dining room, his wife had already set up a table of dishes. Tang Yandong brought out the chicken soup that was simmering on the stove, and Jiang Zhao immediately said, "I'll go get the bowls and chopsticks."
He admitted that he wanted to express himself a little bit, at least he had to look more sensible than Xiao Si in the eyes of his master.
Jiang Zhao carried four bowls in the kitchen, and was just about to get the plates from the shelf next to it, but Xiao Si also walked into the kitchen, picking up the plates first: "I'll help you."
Jiang Zhao suddenly became vigilant, he had the feeling that this person was here to compete with him, and just as he was about to sneer, Tang Yandong pushed open the kitchen door: "Xiao Ye, help me get out the salt."
Jiang Zhao immediately swallowed all the words he wanted to say, and looked at the spice rack next to him: "Master, let me get it for you."
Tang Yandong exposed him without hesitation: "No, you have to turn me into a sugar bowl again."
Jiang Zhao: "..."
Why does his master always lift which pot he doesn't open
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Siye's body trembling slightly. As soon as Master left the kitchen, he looked at Xiao Siye coolly: "Laugh, laugh louder."
Xiao Si didn't continue to laugh, but took the salt bowl and sugar bowl together from the shelf and put them in front of him: "The grains of salt are generally finer than white sugar, and the color is also yellowish."
Jiang Zhao frowned unhappily: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Having said that, he still involuntarily turned his gaze to the two jars, and then accurately picked out the jar of finer-grained table salt.
When he picked up the salt jar, Xiao Si also raised the corners of his lips: "Young brother is really enlightened."
Jiang Zhao: "How about coaxing the children?"
He just has a little less experience in the kitchen, and he is not a fool.
He picked up the salt jar and walked out of the kitchen, handing it to Tang Yandong: "Master, salt."
Tang Yandong knew at a glance that Xiao Si also taught him: "It's very good. Learn to cook more from your senior brother. If you live with others in the future, you can't eat takeaway every day."
Jiang Zhao put down the bowl he was holding in the other hand, and said while filling the chicken soup, "I don't have that plan yet."
"How could you have no plans?" The teacher's wife scolded, "You say you are busy filming every day, and you don't even have a person who knows how to feel warm and cold. How can your master and I rest assured of you?"
Seeing that the topic was about to lead to marriage urging, Jiang Zhao's eyes fell on Xiao Siye who had just walked out of the kitchen, and suddenly he felt blessed, and immediately pulled the other party out to block the gun: "Master, neither does my senior brother, he is older than me." One year old."
Tang Yandong shook his head helplessly: "You two are more worried than the other."
"Master is right," Xiao Si also walked to the table with a smile, "It's a pity that I'm not the same as my junior brother. I have my own heart, but it's a pity that people don't want to talk to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhao's ears immediately perked up.
The person that Xiao Si can't even ask for? who
He will go tomorrow to send a pennant to the other party to eliminate harm for the people.
However, Xiao Si didn't satisfy his curiosity, so he didn't go any further. On the contrary, Tang Yandong looked serious: "Then pursue it hard and show your sincerity. Back then, your teacher's wife was pursued by me for success."
The teacher's wife immediately patted his arm: "Old Tang! It happened decades ago, yet you're still talking about it!"
Jiang Zhao silently looked at the love between his master and his mother, made soup for himself, and sat down to eat.
Because the master is present, he also condescends to serve Xiao Si a bowl, acting like a brother and friend.
Before he could sit still, Xiao Si who was next to him suddenly picked up the plate of steamed sea bass, and changed it with the stir-fried mixed vegetables in front of him: "I've been a vegetarian recently, junior brother, please take care of me."
Jiang Zhao didn't change his face, and said generously: "All right."
In fact, his heart was already happy.
It doesn't matter that Xiao Si is also a vegetarian, but he likes to eat fish, and he has long been coveting that plate of steamed sea bass.
Xiao Si probably didn't expect at all, but his change brought Jiang Zhao's favorite food to Jiang Zhao.
With Tang Yandong's announcement of dinner, Jiang Zhao happily raised his chopsticks, like a cat liberated from a cage, feasting on the perch.
And beside him, Xiao Si glanced at him without any trace, and suppressed the faint smile in his eyes.
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