Tao Ling was startled, and the feeling of pity in his heart became heavier. He knows too well what it's like to celebrate a birthday alone, not to mention Wen Qingying could not have a birthday alone.
Looking up, Wen Qingying's face was gentle, and he couldn't see the emotions just now. Tao Ling smiled and wrote on his mobile phone: "Happy birthday. What can I do for you?"
Seeing the question, Wen Qingying's smile slowly bloomed, he thought for a while and shook his head.
Tao Ling felt a little disappointed, typed and asked, "Where to eat?"
The two discussed it for a while, but they had no idea. Tao Ling usually eats casually, and never has to eat anything, but Wen Qingying has always been able to accept everything, so the discussion was relatively silent at the end.
After a while, Tao Ling wrote: "Did you have no plans before?"
Wen Qingying: "I originally wanted to wait for my sister to come and cook for me, but this morning the community notified me that the gas stopped, and she left."
"You can still cook?" Tao Ling said with a smile, and continued to write on his mobile phone: "Why don't you come to my house? Unfortunately, I only cook noodles, dried noodles and instant noodles. If you want to eat, you have to do it."
Wen Qingying showed two small tiger teeth and nodded.
After the store was closed, it was already dark, and the two went to the supermarket together.
This is Tao Ling's first time shopping in a supermarket with anyone other than Tao Jun. He didn't like to buy things at first, but walking through the shelves with Wen Qingying, people couldn't help but become patient.
Grocery shopping is not easy either. Although it is said to be cooking, Wen Qingying is actually not very good at shopping. It is estimated that he only started learning after he came out of his own life.
The two big men gathered together to read the labels, and discussed the dishes and quantities needed, mainly Wen Qing Ying Ding, Tao Ling nodded in agreement, because he was not familiar with these things, or simply didn't. number.
After struggling to select the raw materials, he left the fresh food area and walked towards the exit. When he passed the wine area, Wen Qingying pulled the cart and stopped.
He turned his head to look at Tao Ling inquiringly, Tao Ling smiled, walked around to the car, took two cans of wine from the shelf, paused to take two more cans, put them away and walked forward.
Wen Qingying followed behind, but she didn't stop, she just picked up a bottle of red wine on the top shelf and gently put it into the cart.
Tao Ling didn't see this action, and only found out that there was an extra bottle of wine when checking out. He stood in front of the self-checkout machine, holding the wine bottle and looking at Wen Qingying sideways, Wen Qingying looked back at him and blinked.
After a two-second pause, the two laughed together.
Tao Ling wanted to check out, but Wen Qingying had already taken out her mobile phone.
Seeing that Qingying was looking at him seriously, Tao Ling smiled and decided to respect what he meant. He stopped halfway through his phone, stretched out his hand, and gestured to him with the palm of his hand up.
This action inexplicably felt a sense of surrender, Wen Qingying suddenly raised his hand, patted his hand playfully, and turned around to open the payment interface.
Tao Ling was stunned for a while, then quietly clenched his fist.
Wen Qingying and Wen Qingying went home several times, but they never invited him up to sit. Tao Ling entered the door and complained about himself while looking for slippers. Finally, he straightened up and found that Wen Qingying was looking into the room.
Tao Ling turned his head to follow his gaze, and saw that there was still a washbasin on the coffee table, with a bunch of withered roses in it.
He pointed his finger in vain, and said embarrassedly, "That, my flower pot, bah, I accidentally dropped the vase and didn't have time to buy it."
After speaking, she remembered that Wen Qingying couldn't hear, and was about to type, but Wen Qingying smiled cheerfully, gave him a thumbs up, and took the slippers in his hand and put them on.
After a moment of embarrassment, Tao Ling also smiled calmly and carried his things into the kitchen.
Not counting the occasional instant noodle operation, it has been more than three years since the family opened fire seriously. Fortunately, I reminded Wen Qingying just now, and did not forget to buy some seasonings.
Apart from washing the vegetables, Tao Ling couldn't help at all. He stood in the kitchen for a while and sat in the living room consciously.
Quietly listening to the sound of cooking inside, my eyes suddenly became sore.
In order to restrain this strange emotion, he walked to the kitchen door again, leaned against the door frame, and watched Wen Qingying work seriously. After watching it for a long time, the love in my heart almost gushed out.
If only this was life.
It would be nice if this was his Tao Ling's life, but unfortunately it was an accident.
After a while, Tao Ling was curious and walked in when she heard Qingying lift the lid of the pot on the fire and look in.
The pork ribs were simmered in the pot over low heat, Wen Qingying used chopsticks to poke the meat, Tao Ling stood behind him and was leaning over to look into the pot, but Wen Qingying suddenly turned around.
The two almost collided, Tao Ling was so frightened that he immediately stepped back, but Wen Qingying frowned, and wrapped one hand around his waist, preventing him from moving, and pressed the other hand on the back of his head.
Tao Ling's mind was instantly empty, and he stared at the person in front of him without moving.
The distance is too close, Wen Qingying's face is more breathtaking than in the distance. Those eyes were extremely clear, and the dense eyelashes almost trapped Tao Ling, making people forget to even breathe for a while.
In a daze, Wen Qingying moved his left hand that was holding his lower back and lifted it up.
With a soft bang, Tao Ling followed the sound and turned his head to the side, only to realize that the cupboard door on top just now was not closed, and the back of his head almost hit it.
He turned his face away, Wen Qingying let go of the hand that was holding the back of his head, and looked down at him apologetically.
Tao Ling couldn't feel himself anymore, he waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, took two steps back, pointed to the fire, and while Wen Qingying went to check the situation in the pot, he turned around and left the kitchen.
He entered the bathroom and poured cold water on his face in annoyance, while recalling the scene just now, he spurned his clumsiness.
It's like a reckless teenager who is at a loss when facing his crush. Not only is he reckless but also weak, he has lived for so many years in vain.
When Wen Qingying's last dish was ready, Tao Ling hurriedly went over to wipe the table with a rag, arranged the table mat, and washed two wine glasses by the way.
After setting up three dishes and one soup, and sitting down face to face, Wen Qingying seemed a little nervous, looking at the dishes and then at Tao Ling.
Tao Ling smiled and said, "I'll try it."
He even picked up a few chopsticks and tasted every dish. Tao Ling gave a thumbs up and started to praise.
Wen Qingying finally felt relieved after receiving the feedback, smiled restrainedly, and picked up the bowl.
"Ah, I forgot to buy a cake!" Tao Ling said, grabbing his phone while eating and asking, "Wait to buy a cake?"
Wen Qingying waved her hand after watching it, and wrote, "No need sir, I don't like sweets."
Tao Ling thought for a while, then suddenly got up, Wen Qingying put down his chopsticks and looked at him, he pressed Wen Qingying's shoulder and told him to sit still.
Fortunately, I bought some fruit just now. Tao Ling washed the bunch of grapes, found a large fruit plate that had not been used for a long time, and hurriedly turned through a few drawers to find a pair of small candles and a lighter.
Wen Qingying sat in the same place to watch him busy, and finally cleared out a small side table in cooperation.
After finally getting the props, Tao Ling sat back, took the phone and asked, "How old are you today?"
Wen Qingying wrote "24" with her index finger in the air, Tao Ling sighed casually "It's so small", thinking that it would be inconvenient to communicate like this, if only she could sign language.
After arranging the numbers in the fruit bowl with grapes, Tao Ling lit a small candle and turned off the lights in the house.